27. Saint
I’d been playing football for over ten years.
There was no reason for me to be this fucking nervous, but I couldn’t shake this shit.
I sat on the bench, running my hands across my face.
My anxiety was getting the best of me. As excited as I was to get back on the field, the thought of injuring myself again scared the shit out of me.
“You good, Simmons?” Coach asked as he walked over to me.
“Just anxious, Coach,” I responded, looking up at him.
“I would be concerned if you weren’t. Don’t sweat it.
This shit is in your blood; you were made for this.
You worked hard to get to where you are.
Get out there and play like it’s your last time.
” I nodded, taking in his words. My phone buzzed in my locker as I opened it to grab my gloves. I smiled, seeing it was Blessing.
“Oh, baby, I’m glad I caught you before the game started.
I just wanted to wish you luck and let you know that we love you.
I wish we were there, but we’re all here watching.
” She pulled the phone back, showing all our friends and family sitting in my living room wearing jerseys with my number on them.
“I love y’all too. Thank you, baby. I needed that. I gotta go. I’ll be home to you soon, gorgeous. This shit for you.” I blew her a kiss before ending the call. All the anxiety I had vanished from my body, and I was ready to wreck shit.
The game was tied—only a minute left on the clock. Neither team had any timeouts left. Shit was intense. As soon as the ball snapped, I knew the play was cooked. The pocket folded, and bodies crashed into each other. Jason was running for his fucking life. There was no structure or rhythm.
For a moment, I drifted. I don’t know why. Maybe it was God. All I heard was a voice in my head telling me to stay put. So, I stayed right where I was standing in the back of the end zone. Reality hit me. There was nobody on me. Not a single fucking soul.
Jason looked like he was about to get folded. Without thinking, He threw the ball. It felt like time slowed as the ball floated towards me. It knew where it was supposed to go. My heart beat quickened as the ball came closer to me. Before I knew it, the ball was in my palms.
A fucking touchdown.
The crowd went wild. I couldn’t believe this shit.
My teammates rushed me, screaming and slapping my helmet.
My first time back on the field after a career-threatening injury, and I catch a receiving touchdown—the first one in my career.
I couldn’t stop the tears that flooded my face.
Coach Charles was right. I was made for this shit.
The locker room was a celebration.
“Good shit, Moo,” Rome said, slapping hands with me. We had changed out of our uniforms and were now in our team jogging sets.
“Man, I was not expecting a touchdown. The family has been blowing my phone up.” I chuckled. We were about to do post-game interviews. I’d return every call once we were finished.
“Simmons, you played great out there. You got the first touchdown of your career. How does it feel to be back on the field after your injury?” The interviewer asked.
“Man, it feels great. I can’t front, I was nervous as hell before I got out on the field, but Coach spoke life into me, and my lady called, and all the doubt disappeared.” I responded, looking directly at the camera.
“It’s good to have you back. It was a close game tonight. What was going through your head when you saw the ball coming towards you?”
“I didn’t know what to think. My first instinct was to catch it. I don’t even know what made me stay in the end zone. The only logical explanation is God. I thank him every day for how far he’s brought me.”
“Are you doing anything to celebrate tonight?”
“Of course. The team is going to dinner, then I’m turning in for the night.”
“Aight, Bless baby. I love you. Give my daughter a kiss from me. I can’t wait to come home to y’all tomorrow.” I said as I walked into my hotel room.
“I love you too, Papa. See you soon. Goodnight.” She blew me a kiss before ending the call. I threw my phone on the bed and stripped out of my clothes. I paused on my way to the bathroom. The energy in the room felt off. Shaking off the weird feeling, I proceeded to the bathroom.
My muscles relaxed as the hot water sprayed over me.
I closed my eyes and fell against the wall.
The events of the day played in my mind.
I couldn’t help but smile. I really scored a fucking touchdown.
Nothing could bring me down from this high.
I just wish my family were here to enjoy this with me.
The sound of something falling caused my eyes to shoot open.
I slid the shower door open and peeked out of it.
“What the fuck was that?” I mumbled. Maybe I was tripping.
I continued my shower before getting out to brush my teeth and handle my skincare.
By the time I was finished, exhaustion was taking over.
As soon as my body hit the bed, I was out like a light.
I felt the bed dip, and a familiar scent filled my nostrils. A soft hand slipped under the cover and caressed my dick until I was hard. I grunted. “Bless baby,” I whispered. I shot up when a pair of lips pressed against mine. This was not Blessing.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” I yelled, shoving Symone off of me. “Bitch have you lost your fucking mind?! What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Why are you doing this to me?” She cried, sitting in the middle of the bed.
I stood from the bed and yanked her from the bed by her arm.
This bitch has officially lost her fucking marbles.
“You trippin’. Shit was never that deep with us.
This was your last strike. You broke into my room and sexually assaulted me.
You will be hearing from my lawyer soon.
” I pulled the hotel door open and pushed her out of it.
“You’re going to regret this. I can’t wait til my brother fucking kills you. I’m the only reason you’re still alive.”
I sucked my teeth and closed the door. I don’t know who the fuck her brother is, and I don’t fear anybody but God.
I could hear music coming from the ensuite bathroom as I entered my bedroom.
The room smelled different. The usual woodsy scent was replaced with a warm vanilla fragrance.
I dropped my bag on the floor and leaned against the door frame.
Blessing was seated at the vanity she’d begged me to buy, curling her thick, natural hair.
Her soft brown skin glowed against the thin yellow cotton pajama set she wore.
“I’d rather be with you cause I love the way you scream my nameeee, and there’s no other man that gives me what I want and makes me feel this wayyy.” Blessing crooned along with Beyoncé.
I chuckled, pulling out my phone to record her. “This yo shit Bless baby?” I asked once the curling iron was out of her hands.
She jumped, placing a hand to her chest. I stopped the recording and slid my phone into my pocket.
“You scared me!” She giggled, getting up from her seat.
I walked over to her, lifting her off the ground.
Her legs wrapped around my waist as she hooked her arms around my neck.
“I missed you, Papa.” Her glossy lips pressed against mine.
“I missed you, too, baby,” I mumbled against her lips before slipping my tongue in between them. Our tongues danced around each other while my hands massaged her soft, plump ass cheeks. I walked over to the counter and sat her down on it.
“I’m so proud of you, Saint.” Blessing cooed, running a hand across my cheek.
“I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you. I’m so grateful for you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you more, Bless baby.” I slid my fingers into the waistband of her pajama pants, pulling them down around her ankles.
My dick bricked up at the scent of her arousal.
I squatted down in front of her, coming face-to-face with her pretty ass pussy.
I feasted on my favorite meal until she begged me to stop.
Blessing panted, looking down at me. My beard was drenched in her juices.
“Shit. Now I have to shower again before we go pick the girls up.” She whined, hopping off the counter.
I stood from my feet, smacking her ass before walking over to the shower.
We handled our hygiene after I took her in the shower. I couldn’t get enough of her.
I admired my lady as she finished styling her hair.
She was wearing a pair of bell-bottom light blue jeans with one of my jerseys partially tucked inside.
Her ass sat perfectly. I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, fighting the urge to take her out of them.
I matched her fly, wearing a pair of jeans and a white designer t-shirt.
“You see how good we look together?” I asked, pulling her into me. She snickered, spritzing herself with some of her I Want Choo With Love perfume. “What’s funny?”
“I make you look better, baby. You didn’t look this good with those other bitches.” She joked.
“Yeah, aight.” I kissed her neck, burying my face in it.
She pulled her phone out, snapping a few pictures of us. “Okay, I’m ready to go. I can’t wait to give Jour her car so I don’t have to keep picking her up from school.”
“Man, she ain’t gonna know how to act.” I chuckled, grabbing her hand as we left the bedroom, heading downstairs.
“I’m already kno-” Blessing stopped mid-sentence and gasped as we walked into the kitchen. “Papaaaaa! What’s this?” She grinned, picking up the white note card. “Anything for you, gorgeous. I love you,” She read before opening the green Rolex box that sat in front of the bouquet of white roses.
“You secured the building for your practice, so this is my way of showing you how proud I am. It’s only up from here, baby. I promised you the world, and I’m going to give it to you.” I kissed her, then helped her secure the watch on her wrist. The custom Rolex Day Date 36 was perfect for her.
“What did I do to deserve someone as perfect as you?”
“Exist.”