Chapter 6 #2
“I just call it like I see it, baby,” she laughed.
“But whatever you do, please be careful.” A sad look passed over her face and I felt like shit.
I knew she was thinking about Chanel and the case, which turned to thoughts of him.
Clearly, even therapy and over thirty years’ worth of time couldn’t heal some wounds.
“Ma,” I fussed as I pulled her into a hug.
“I’m good. I promise. Ain’t nothing goin’ on with me and that crazy ass girl, anyways.
I just like pissin’ her off because she cuss at me like Granny.
” She busted out laughing as I kissed her on her forehead.
Just like that, my girl had a smile on her face again.
I got her loaded up and watched her drive off before I walked back inside to find Johnathan pestering Amaya and Jocelyn as they snacked on a fruit tray and went over notes.
“Johnathan,” I said, clapping my hand down on his shoulder. “Take yo’ ass home.”
“But—”
“Nigga, go home!” I snapped with no real venom behind it.
I already had one lawsuit, I didn’t need another one because my “mentee” couldn’t keep his eyes off my lead attorney’s titties…
no matter how nice they were. Gotdamn I just wanted to bury my face in them motherfuckers.
After a five-minute argument, I was finally able to shoo him out the door so we could get to work on this bullshit.
“You’re not listening.” She sighed like she was annoyed and that annoyed me. I was making the small leap from annoyed to pissed. We had been at the shit for hours, and as fine as Amaya was, she was aggravating as fuck at that moment.
“Amaya, how many times you gon’ ask me the same question? I answered you. The answer ain’t changin’.” It was a dumb ass question anyways. Why did it matter what my biggest stressors were?
“It’s not about the answer,” she scolded, writing something down in her notebook.
“It’s about the way you’re answering the question.
Cocky. Arrogant. That shit is cool on the field, and in post game interviews, but in that courtroom, you gotta find the perfect blend of humble and self-assured.
You come off too aggressive then you’re seen as callous, like you feel like your status and money can get you out of anything.
You come off too soft, then you got something to hide,” she said, looking down as she stood over me.
I instantly straightened my posture, remembering the conversation I had with Nik and Justin about how I had to prove myself.
It was bullshit. Chanel was the one lying, and I was the one who had to jump through hoops to prove myself.
“So, let me try it again… Mr. Andrews, I know that life as a professional athlete has its perks, but what do you feel like some of your biggest stressors are?” she asked, as she leaned even closer, eyes probing me for an answer.
I inhaled and took a moment to digest her words. The first seven times, I said some bullshit about finding a good work-life balance, some regurgitated shit from a previous interview. I exhaled and the truth spilled out of my mouth without warning or permission.
“My biggest stressor is that I have a lot of people on my back—people that count on me. I don’t mind that one bit, because that’s why I do what I do…
to take care of the people who mean the most to me.
But the pressure is crippling sometimes.
It’s not that I feel like they would judge me if I failed, but I can’t fail because the thought of letting my people down would hurt me more than any lost championship or endorsement… I just want them to be proud of me.”
The room went completely silent as it seemed like all the air evaporated. I sat there frozen while Amaya stared right into my soul. A slow smile crept across her lips as she nodded her head.
“That’s what the fuck I need from you, Chase.
No more of these newspaper interview ass answers.
Show these people who the fuck you really are.
” She stood upright and addressed the room.
“Okay, I think that’s enough for tonight.
Good work, everyone.” Before she could even get the words out, I was on my feet, stomping towards the back door and storming outside without another word.
I stood on the patio, seething as I watched the city below me.
If I was lucky, by the time I went back in, everyone would have cleared out, and I wouldn’t have to face them.
“Chase,” Niko’s voice called out to me as he walked outside.
“I’m cool, Nik,” I said, trying to nip it in the bud early, knowing his ass would want to talk about feelings and shit. I just wanted to be alone so that I could lick my wounds in peace. He would never let me, stepping closer as he started to speak.
“I didn’t… I didn’t know you felt that way, man.” The guilty expression on his face made me feel guilty. It was never my intention to make him feel bad. Hell, I didn’t even mean to say that, Amaya just pulled it out of me.
“It’s good.” Shrugging shit off was my specialty, anything to avoid awkward ass conversations and hard feelings.
“It’s not man. Listen, I know I been one of the ones putting that pressure on you. You don’t have to do this—any of it. If you wanna retire early, I can get you out of the contract. We’ll be good—”
“I appreciate you, but I’m good, Nik,” I promised. I wasn’t quitting, I couldn’t. They might be okay, but I couldn’t face myself if I quit just because shit got a little tense. He gave me a serious look and clapped his hand down on my shoulder.
“Aight, but if it gets too heavy, you gotta promise to tell me.”
“I will,” I promised. He gave me another look before he headed back inside.
The next time the door slid open and shut, the steps were lighter, and I could tell it wasn’t Niko or Justin. When that sweet smell invaded my nostrils, I knew exactly who the culprit was.
“How you feeling?” she asked with a cautious smile while tipping over to stand next to me.
“Like someone cracked my chest open and left me out here—exposed as shit,” I said in a sulking tone as I looked at that someone. “I fucking hate it.”
“The first step to healing is to acknowledge what you need healing from.”
“Who said I needed to heal?” I scoffed.
“Everybody deserves to heal,” she replied softly, staring out at the city below. I didn’t answer her because I was too busy wondering what she meant by that.
Did she need healing?
Who the fuck hurt her?!
My jaw clenched in unwarranted rage as I looked over at her, prepared to ask her who exactly needed to be dealt with, but I was completely caught off guard when I saw the sparkle in her eyes as she looked down at the view of the city.
“It’s so pretty out here,” she said softly. Only then did I realize that she wasn’t used to the view. I had become so accustomed to it that it no longer phased me.
“It’s beautiful out here,” I whispered, forcing myself not to even sneak a glance back in her direction out of fear that my face would give me away. Her eyes were dangerous, and her pretty ass had no idea the power that she wielded.
“You know you don’t have to put so much pressure on yourself.
I promise the people that love you, will love you even if you’re not perfect.
” I didn’t answer her, letting her words sink in as the sounds of the California night served as our soundtrack to our unspoken words.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jocelyn and Niko, seemingly the only two people left in the house.
They were sitting on the couch, locked in conversation and he must have said something funny, because she was damn near in his lap from laughing so hard.
Finally, I turned back to Amaya. Under any other circumstances, this would have been the perfect opportunity to steal a kiss, and as much as I wanted to risk it, I wouldn’t do anything to make her uncomfortable.
“Thank you,” I finally answered. “I really needed to hear that.”
She smiled and gently tapped my forearm in what was supposed to be a friendly gesture.
It probably would have been if I wasn’t so diabolically horny for this woman.
The way her thumb unintentionally rubbed over my skin made every fucking nerve on my body stand at attention.
I locked up like a cracked out mannequin and she immediately pulled away from me.
Her hands were so fucking soft that I knew I would feel her fingers on my skin for the next six weeks.
“I—I think we’re about to head out for the night,” she said softly.
I couldn’t tell if she was uncomfortable because she could tell how hard I was just by standing next to her, or if it was something else, but I wasn’t about to make it any more mortifying for either of us, so I stayed facing the city as I wished her a good night.
By the time I made it back inside, they were finally gone, leaving me to clean up the space, get a shower in, and drag myself to bed, where I laid for what seemed like hours trying to keep my thoughts away from her.
“Gotdammit!” I finally huffed as I angrily flung the bedding from my body.
Sleep was not happening—not with thoughts of that succubus swirling around in my head, and not with the memory of how she touched me running through my veins and straight down to my dick.
I gripped my shit through my boxers just to relieve some of the pressure because the shit was so hard that it was starting to hurt.
I knew I would need to change my boxers when I felt the wetness of my pre-cum leaking through them.
I quickly slipped out of them and threw them on the floor next to my bed, letting my erect dick flop out freely.
As hard as I was, I needed reinforcements.
I thanked my lucky stars that I didn’t let Niko’s ass shame me into getting rid of Pearl as I pulled open my nightstand drawer, immediately locating the toy and checking the charge.
I grabbed my small bottle of lube and made sure it was good and slick for me to handle business.
Instead of the setting that I knew would take me out in minutes, I turned it on low, and slowly slid it over my length, wanting the fantasy to last as long as possible.
“Fuck,” I grunted softly as it immediately sucked me in and started to work its magic.
Fuck what anybody else had to say about it, this was money well spent.
I would never be delusional enough to believe that there was anything in the world that felt better than a good, warm, wet, tight pussy, but Pearl was a close second—with way less work and no stress.
The whirring sounds blended perfectly with my uncontrollable moans and whimpers as the toy rotated and swirled around my dick. The up and down, combined with the rotating motion and suction instantly had my toes curling and all the stress of the day was slowly building itself for release.
Since it was doing all the work, I didn’t have to think, and my mind immediately went to Amaya’s fine ass as I closed my eyes and let it do all the things that I wished she was doing to me.
I hated this shit. I had never wanted a woman so fucking much…
especially not one that I knew I couldn’t have.
Or could I?
My twisted brain immediately started imagining how it would be to have her in my bed.
What she tasted like?
I needed to know what she looked like during an orgasm… what that pussy felt like.
Clearly overestimating myself, I hit the button to turn up the intensity by one notch and knew I was in danger from the way my abs instantly contracted and every part of me started to tingle.
“Shit!” I hissed, trying to hit the button to go down a level, but I royally fucked up and went higher as the shit tried to suck my soul out through my dick.
“Oh—motherfuck—AGHHH!” I cried out as Pearl threatened to turn me inside out. I couldn’t even fight it, I was done for.
“Fuuuuck!” I belted out as my dick erupted like a volcano that had been dormant for a century.
My body went from a violent shake to a pitiful tremble as the toy robbed me of every drop I had in me.
I was to the point of tears by the time I was finally able to hit the power button to free myself from its grip.
I looked at the toy, now dripping with the proof of my weakness, and almost felt a little violated.
I hadn’t nutted like that since… well, the last time I thought about Amaya. This shit was getting out of hand.
“Gottdamn!” A huff escaped my lips as I stared up at the ceiling, breath shaky while I calmed myself down.
I could have passed out right there, but I made sure to clean up behind myself, disinfecting the toy before I laid it out to dry on my bathroom counter.
The next time my head rejoined my pillows, my lids were heavy, and I was well on my way to a deep sleep.
My last thought before my eyes closed was that I had to find a way to get Amaya Lewis the fuck out of my head.