Chapter 14
THAT NIGGA
SuperStar Turned Suspect, Chase Andrews on the Stand Today:
@ShaySpillstheTea
Chase Andrews is set to take the stand to defend himself in his DV case with his ex, Chanel King. So, I guess the pair is… not reconciling?
I was fucked up.
I didn’t know what was going on with my body, but I was lightheaded and my feet felt like they weighed a ton apiece.
“I—I can’t fucking do this,” I whispered.
“What you mean?” Niko asked, putting his hand on my shoulder.
“I can’t go,” I choked out. “I can’t testify.”
“What’s good? Talk to me, man.”
“I can’t take the stand… Remember what you said? About getting me out if I didn’t want to do this shit? Can you get me out?”
“Chase,” he said softly, “You know that ain’t what I meant.”
“Well find a way to mean that nigga,” I said, gripping his shoulders, almost maniacally. “Find a way to make this go away, I can’t do it.”
“My nigga, are you… nervous?” Niko asked me with a raised brow.
“Yes!” I damn near screamed in his face. I didn’t get nervous—hadn’t since my rookie year. I felt like with proper preparation, I could handle anything, so the fact that my palms were sweating and the room was closing in on me had me feeling like I was about to meet my maker.
“But you've literally played in the Super Bowl… Twice!” Jonathan blurted. I looked at him like he was dumb as hell.
“This is my fuckin’ life! Not a game! What the fuck is wrong with you?
” I was glad that Jonathan had apparently seen the worst of me, because every time I snapped at him and felt that I took it too far, he just shrugged it off and tried again.
The doorbell rang and he ran off to open it, letting Amaya and Jocelyn into the already awkward space.
They looked around at us and immediately clocked the tension.
“Why y’all standing around looking like somebody just pooted?” Amaya asked, frowning like she could smell the alleged fart. That was enough to get a tiny chuckle out of me, but that was only a pebble compared to the wall of nerves I was trapped behind.
“He’s nervous about testifying today,” Jonathan said, immediately backing out of the room when I shot him a death glare.
“Nervous?” Amaya frowned. “You remember everything we went over, right?” Her voice was softer, and the look in her eyes just made me want to carry her to my bedroom and lay up under her all day.
“I do… I just—I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me right now.” My head hung in shame at how pathetic I sounded, but she just stared at me for a moment before speaking again.
“Ya’ll, give us like thirty. I’m gonna just run down the basic questions with him again and get him warmed up.
” Everyone nodded in agreement, and she led the way back to my office.
I knew I was going through it when I didn’t even watch her ass move in that dress…
I mean, I snuck a glance or two, but I didn’t watch it the whole time like I usually would have.
“What’s going on?” she asked as she closed the door.
“I don’t know,” I sighed, plopping down in my desk chair. I had already ditched the suit jacket and untied my tie. The shirt was about to be next because I couldn’t breathe in all those fuckin’ clothes.
“Chase,” she said, making my eyes snap to hers at the firm tone in her voice. “Look at me, and tell me what’s wrong.” I paused, took a deep breath, and started spilling secrets like only she could get me to do.
“If I fuck up, I’ll let everyone down.”
“Then don’t fuck up,” she said with a shrug like it was just that simple.
“What?” I couldn’t hold back my awkward chuckle at how abrupt she was.
“Since you’re so convinced that everyone will turn their back on you if you fuck up. Don’t. Fuck. Up.,” she repeated like I was slow.
“I never said they would turn their back on me,” I said defensively.
“Then what are you so afraid of?”
“I can’t lose, Amaya.”
“Damn Chase, didn’t you just lose in the playoffs a few months ago?
Why you actin’ like you ain’t never lost before?
” I glared at her, damn near cussing her out for using my shortcomings to prove a point.
She threw her hands up in a peace offering before she continued.
“I’m just saying. When I accepted you as a client, I did so under the impression that you were that nigga…
Was I wrong?” I rolled my eyes as she mirrored my pep talk.
“Nah,” I mumbled.
“So, you that nigga, or not?”
“Yeah,” I sucked my teeth and looked off.
“You don't sound like you believe it.” As she spoke, she leaned against the desk where I sat.
“I'm that nigga,” I said with my head down.
“Nah, say that shit like you mean it,” she said, grabbing my chin and pulling my face up. It was only then that I noticed that as she had been walking over, she was unbuttoning her green button up dress. Now she stood there with it open, and her matching green bra and panty set on display.
“What you doin’?” I whispered.
“Waiting on you to show me that you that nigga,” she said with a raised brow.
I was on my feet in a millisecond, one hand on her face and the other on her ass.
I had been damn near begging her for some pussy, so if that’s what she was offering, I was all too happy to accept regardless of the time or place.
“You lock the door?” I asked with a raised brow, kissing her before pushing her back on the desk.
“You scared?” she teased, slipping her panties off and rubbing her fingers over her clit. My eyes stayed glued to her as I removed my shirt and dropped my pants & underwear, stroking my dick as I watched her play with herself.
“Fuck you, Amaya,” I chuckled, rubbing the head of my dick over her clit a few times to drive her crazy.
“Fuck me then, Chase,” she said, bringing her fingers to my lips for a taste. I gladly accepted, then grabbed her head and pulled her in for a kiss.
The moment I pushed inside her, I let out a shaky exhale as she inhaled sharply. That shit felt so fucking good, and I made sure to let her know.
“This pussy just as good as I remembered,” I groaned.
“Oh shit,” she moaned softly, letting me know that she missed it just as much as I did. We stared at each other, breathing hard as hell as our bodies moved in sync, mine fucking hers, and hers rolling her hips to fuck me back. We knew we were on a time crunch, so we were damn near feral.
“Harder,” she groaned softly through tight lips. I had no idea how she was so quiet because I was two seconds from hollerin’ like Fantasia in that bitch.
“You feel so fuckin’ good,” I groaned, lacing my fingers through hers as I went harder and deeper.
“You make me feel good, Chase,” she replied. I shook my head because every time she moaned my name while I was in her shit, it made me want to decorate her walls with my appreciation, and I wasn’t ready for it to end yet.
“Cum for me,” I said, concentrating my movements to hit the spot that she seemed to like the most.
“N-no. This is about you. You cum for me, baby.” Her eyes fluttered and I could tell she was fighting her orgasm with her stubborn ass.
“Amaya,” I scolded, gripping her chin and forcing her to look right into my eyes. “Nut for me. You deserve it, baby. Let that shit go.” I hit the final button on my cheat code and bit down on her bottom lip.
“Fuck! Fuckkkkk, Chase!” she whisper-screamed as I felt her grant my request, squeezing me so tight that I fell right with her. I swore that woman had magic pussy… and it didn’t help that the rest of her was so perfect either.
“Shiiit, Amaya,” I groaned into her mouth as an orgasm shook through my body.
As we caught our breath, we stayed pressed together, and I wished I could just stay inside her all day, instead of being forced to do this bullshit.
We both sighed heavily once I pulled out, and I quickly grabbed some tissues to contain the mess we made between her thighs.
She stayed there, propped up, eyes on me while I took care of her, gently cleaning her up, putting her panties back on, and buttoning her dress back up until she was fully clothed again.
“Still nervous?” she asked with a quirked brow.
“Not when all I can think about it your titties bouncing while that pussy creamed on me like that. Hell no,” I said, now putting my own clothes back on.
“Then I guess I did my job,” she said with a smirk, reaching over to help me with my buttons and tie. I smiled to myself—she didn’t even realize how comfortable she was being all in my space. Even past the sex, the way we moved in sync with each other couldn’t be ignored.
She pulled out a small mirror and whispered a curse when she realized that her edges were ruined beyond repair. I couldn’t control the smile that crept its way onto my face when I realized that I hit my own personal goal of fucking the baby hairs off her fine ass.
“Well I’ma have to start paying you extra… How does an extra $5 sound?” I teased, pulling her into a kiss nasty enough to have us both tugging at each other’s clothes again.
“Nigga get off me!” Her laugh soothed something inside me as she swatted at me playfully. “I just fixed my makeup, ugh!” I pulled her in again and fucked her gloss up again just to be an asshole, but I didn’t miss how she gripped my shirt, prolonging the kiss.
“You ready now?” she asked once we had finally got ourselves put back together.
“Yeah,” I nodded. We did one more sweep of each other to make sure nothing was out of place, then rejoined the others who were waiting for us in the living room.
“Everyone ready?” Amaya asked. They all got up and grabbed their things, none the wiser to what just went down a few doors down the hall.
“What did you do?” I heard Jocelyn ask Amaya under her breath as we started our walk to our cars.
“I cussed him out,” she snickered, making both of them giggle and me let out a low laugh too, knowing what really happened.
She may have cussed me out, but her pussy was wetting up my dick when she did it.
The faint smell of caramel clung to me, mixing in with my own—the realization hitting me in the chest and making me smile.
I couldn’t wait to proudly tell the world that I was fucking that woman.
Andrews Takes the Stand:
Today, the defendant Chase Andrews took the stand in the King vs Andrew's case, first being examined by the plaintiff’s attorneys.
While on the stand the defendant maintained his innocence and remained calm, cool, and collected, while also still being very relatable.
He talked about his humble upbringing and how he met the plaintiff when they were both on their respective rises to fame.
He spoke about the early days of their relationship and how it was not always as peaceful as the blogs and reports made it seem to be.
After break, the defendant was cross-examined by his defense team where he detailed the abusive relationship that he witnessed between his parents growing up. He spoke of his extensive community service and seemed to leave a lasting impression on jurors.