Chapter 27
WAG
Flyers on the Rise:
After a crushing playoff end to an amazing season last year, the L.A. Flyers seem to be back and better than ever, judging by their training camp performances. Today marks their last day of camp, and the fans are flocking to get a peek at the squad.
“Where the hell you been?” Joce eyed me suspiciously as I tipped my way back up the bleachers and rejoined them in my seat. I side-eyed her loud ass because I was attempting to be inconspicuous before she blew my cover.
“Girl,” Mani said, sucking her teeth. “You know exactly where she's been!”
“I did not fuck that man,” I mumbled, trying my best not to smile as I got settled in, taking a sip of my margarita that we snuck past security in our Flyers tumblers.
I wasn't lying. I got a text from Chase, telling me to meet him in some back office, but I did not have sexual intercourse with that man.
Did I give him a bunch of nasty kisses, let him suck on a nipple, and then end up getting fingered on some intern's desk?
I mean… Yeah, but I hadn't seen my man in two weeks, and we made sure that we thoroughly cleaned up behind ourselves and sanitized everything.
My phone rang, and I quickly picked it up, realizing that I never called Mona back from our conversation that morning.
“Hey girl, my bad about earlier. I been running all day!” I said, picking up her video call.
“Well, well, well… if it ain't my favorite WAG!” she teased.
“Girl, fuck you! Don't ever call me that again!” I hollered, covering my mouth to conceal my laughter.
“I don’t know, boo. You lookin’ a lil’ WAG-ish to me!
” she taunted. She wasn’t wrong. I was sporting yet another Flyers t-shirt, but it was for a good reason!
Today was the last open practice, so people filed in from all over the city to get a peek at the team.
Chase wasn’t home, so I flew in that morning and linked up with Joce and Mani to head to the stadium.
Joce had already given me the run down on her first impressions of the other ladies, so we made sure to sit in a different section, closer to the field.
“I’m about to hang up.”
“No, wait, wait! I gotta show you somethingggggg!” she sang into the phone as she shuffled around clumsily. Then all I could see was a mass of curly brown hair covering up the camera.
“Girl, what am I looking at? You got a new wig?” I didn’t have the heart to tell her that it was giving “hard wig, soft life,” but she already had the soft life down, so she’d be okay.
“Nooo,” she laughed and panned the camera back, revealing the cutest brown puppy.
“Oh my Godddd!” I squealed.
“I just wanted you to meet your nephew, Pancake Tahvonte’ Reynolds-Davidson,” she beamed with the biggest smile on her face.
“He’s so cute! Hi nephew! Hold up!” I cackled. “Why is your dog a YN?”
“Shut up!” Mona laughed. “Tah thought he needed something Black… said Pancake was too soft.”
“Girl, these niggas,” I laughed hard as hell. We wrapped up our conversation just as the festivities started.
“Amaya, would it be better if I called this girl a baldheaded hoe, or tell her that she needs to focus on her last three hair follicles before she comments on someone else’s body?” Mani asked, pursing her lips as she looked at her phone.
“Girl, neither!” I laughed hard as hell.
Somehow, I had ended up being recruited as her official consultant since she already had an agent assigned by her label.
Why she chose me—like I wasn’t just as off my rocker as she was—was a mystery to me, but I took my duties seriously.
I had been brushing up on my entertainment law and had already managed to help her maneuver her way out of some bogus deals they tried to blindside her with.
“But she said my booty was fake,” she whined.
I would never for the life of me understand why someone who clearly had their own issues to deal with, would pick an online fight with a celebrity with millions of people who would gladly light their ass up in their honor. I guess attention was a hell of a drug.
“What did I tell you, Mani?” I asked with a warning glare.
“If I start to get too emotionally charged… log off.” She pouted and tucked her phone back into her bag.
I had to take my own advice more times than I’d like to admit because ever since the news of Chase and I hit the internet, people who were sleeping on air mattresses on top of boxsprings felt like they had a right to an opinion on how I lived my life.
Every morning, it took everything in me not to hop on social media, type, “BITCH! MY man got me a jet, YOURS got you put on antibiotics, we are NOT the same!” and log off.
I had to take my own advice of shutting the fuck up, so a lot of days I stayed off social media altogether.
I still wasn’t gettin’ no damn flip phone.
“How far do you think we’ll make it this year?” Joce asked as we looked on. We looked solid.
“Shit, we better win it all. Chase said he’s retiring as soon as he gets a ring at home, and I can’t wait.”
“Damn, girl. He ready to hang up his cleats already?”
“Already?” I laughed. “That man is fifty-three years old.” As if he heard me, his eyes shot directly in my direction, and I blew a kiss to the sidelines where he stood.
“Y'all are cute or whatever,” Mani teased.
“So, what's up with you? Do we need to hook you up with somebody on the team? Orlando is a cutie. I can put in a good word for you.”
“I'm good,” she sighed. “When I start dating again, I want somebody low-key, as far away from all this shit as possible.” I really looked at her, she was beautiful as ever, but she looked so tired and sad.
“You good, boo?” I asked, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“I'm fine,” she huffed. “This is just exhausting sometimes.”
“Well, you know we're here whenever you need us,” Joce promised. She gave us a warm smile as we returned to the game.
“So what's next for you?” Joce asked. “I know you’re not gonna sit still for too long.” Joce had made it abundantly clear that she had no problem being a full time WAG for the time being. I respected it, but I needed something to keep me busy.
“I think I might do more consultant work. I’m feeling the work I'm doing now with Mani. I like helping people, and not just chasing the bag.” I had met a few Black celebrities who were less than pleased with how their careers were being handled, and a few of them saw what I was doing with Mani and wanted something similar.
“So, are you offering me a discount on my services?” Mani teased.
“Bitch, is your name Coupon Mani? No! So, pay up, Money Mani!” I threw back.
“You get on my nerves,” she chuckled before finishing off the rest of her smuggled drink.
By that point things were wrapping up, and I was literally vibrating with excitement at the thought of being with my man again.
I was also nervous as hell when I realized that this would be our first official public appearance as a couple.
Neither of us responded to the blog posts, but I mean, what could we say when pictures hit the internet of us damn near hunching with our clothes on in that restaurant?
As we waited for the team to come back from the locker room, all the other wives, girlfriends, and relatives crowded the entrance after not seeing their men for two to three weeks.
I stayed to the back, trying to play it cool because I really didn’t even like him like that.
Mani had gone to get ready for a club appearance and Jocelyn was at the front of the line to get to Johnathan.
I felt like Chase must have put some type of tracking device on me because as usual, the moment he came out the tunnel, his eyes met mine. I tried my best to keep a straight face as he strode over, but the moment he was within arms’ reach, a smirk broke out over my face.
“Hey,” I said, looking him over and wondering if I would ever get used to the way my heart sped up whenever he was near me. I eyed his clean white Flyers tee and red shorts and made plans on talking him right out of his clothes, just so I could steal them.
“Hey?” he asked with a smirk of his own and a cocked eyebrow.
“If you don’t get your ass over here and greet me properly.
” I was on him in an instant, our bodies pressed together while he kissed me like we weren’t in the middle of a crowd.
I knew we were officially outed, and pictures would be all over the internet by dinner, but I was glad that at least we got to do it on our own terms. We went around, meeting a few of his teammates and their families, and my smile got a little bigger every time he introduced me to someone as his girlfriend.
Once it finally started to clear out, we walked hand in hand down the tunnel.
“So,” I started, leaning in. He stooped down so I could whisper in his ear. “Are you one of those athletes who feels that they have to abstain from sex for the season to stay focused? Because, if so, we may need to renegotiate the terms of our contract.”
“Amaya,” he chuckled as he gripped my waist roughly. “Respectfully, my dick been hard since the last time I saw you, so I can’t wait to get you home so I can knock that shit out the frame.”
“Oh,” I said, my face heating up when he planted a kiss to my neck and tapped me on my ass. Usually, he didn’t start talking nasty like that until we were in the act, but that shit made me want to get naked right there.
“Oh, there you are!” A voice called from behind us.
“I know that I’m late, but I’m here! I always make it!
” I felt his body stiffen as his grip around my waist tightened and we both turned to face Chanel.
Her eyes bounced from his face, to mine, to the hand he had around my waist, and her face broke like a windshield after a head-on collision with a brick.
Even though I hated her ass, I still felt the slightest bit of sympathy.
It had to be hard to see the person who you thought would always be with, with someone else.
Then, I remembered how she tried everything in her power to ruin him and force him to be with her, and my face went sour. I immediately started my counting down, knowing that I would need it.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.
“Chase, what is this?” she asked with furrowed brows. “I’m out here going to rehab for you, and you out here hugged up with fat bitches? What the fuck is this?” The longer she went on, the louder her voice got.
“Bitch?” I asked. Security made me leave my blade in the car, but these hands went everywhere that I did, so I didn’t need it. I tried counting again, and he must have picked up on my energy.
“Baby,” he said turning and looking in my eyes so there was no doubt about which one of us he was speaking to. “Relax. I got it.”
“Baby?” Chanel scoffed.
“Yeah, we’re together. Chanel, what the fuck are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in rehab!”
“Y-Yeah, but you know I never miss this! I left early.” All the air left Chase’s body in the form of an exasperated sigh.
He told me that he had already made peace with it, but he really hoped that she got her shit together for her own sake.
Looking at the bloodshot eyes, and hearing the slur in her words, let me know that she was drunk at the very least, and I was sure the rehab that she escaped from wouldn’t have approved.
“Listen, I told you what it was with us the last time I saw you. There is no us, we’re done. I don’t know what part of that is so hard for you to understand, but you need to go before you get yourself arrested. You’re not even supposed to be here.”
“I’m here for you, Chase. I just—I want us to work this out!
Stop being dumb and come on. You can’t possibly be happy with her.
” She turned to me with a disgusted look on her face like that nigga’s face didn’t have permanent residency between my legs.
“You know he’ll never love you the way he loves me, right? You’re just a placeholder,” she spat.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.
“Baby,” I called, turning to him with the shittiest shit eating grin on my face. “You buying PJ’s for ‘placeholders’ now?” I asked with a brow cocked, finally glad I got to flex on somebody. The fact that it was her made it even sweeter.
“PJ? Nigga, I know you didn’t buy this bitch a jet! The most you ever bought me was some cheap ass jewelry after all these years!”
Ten, nine, eight, seven—fuck this!
Chase must have saw her life flash before his eyes because he scooped me up into some type of bear hug and snatched me away before my hands could connect.
I was both pissed off and impressed at how he shut me down, but Chanel’s small victory didn’t last long as a couple security guards came up and whisked her away.
I stood there watching until she completely disappeared before turning back to him.
I wouldn’t admit it, but I was dreading seeing any hurt in his eyes because of her.
I had no problem getting locked up too, just so she could see me in County.
“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I know that probably wasn’t easy.”
“Baby, I’m good. Come here,” he assured me, pulling me in for a kiss. I savored his lips for a moment before I cursed under my breath.
“I should have beat the fuck out of that girl. You got me out here lookin’ soft.” I was only half joking, because if I ever caught Chanel out in Hollywood, she was gon’ have to see me.
“Nah.” He chuckled before stealing another kiss. “You did right… with yo’ soft ass,” he teased while grabbing a handful. “Let’s go, Toni.”
Singer-Actress Chanel King Arrested!
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Have y’all heard this tea? Apparently, Chanel King was arrested after an altercation with ex-baller boo Chase Andrews and his new lady, lawyer-hottie Amaya Lewis.
The trio was seen in a heated argument in which Chanel broke the restraining order previously put in place, verbally assaulted Chase and Amaya, and got belligerent and physically assaulted a security guard.
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