Chapter 9
SIN
Goldie: No hints on this 'real' date? *eye roll emoji*
Smirking, I replied to Naomi. She'd been busy as hell the past couple of days, leaving me to only be able to talk to her on the phone.
That shit irked my soul, but I'd better get used to it.
It wasn't a reason to complain, knowing damn well Naomi had a whole-ass professional career.
Here I was on the receiving end of dealing with someone who had a more hectic lifestyle than my own.
Last night, she'd done everything in her power to get me to drop details about our first date. She was adamant about finding out what I had planned for her. Her ass should’ve been focused on the game tonight.
Me: Nope.
Goldie: Jamison.
Me: Baby.
Goldie: Whatever. Are you gonna be able to catch the game tonight? Or will you be too busy?
Me: I wouldn't miss ya game for nothing, baby.
Goldie: I hear you, baby. I'll talk to you after the game.
I'd just left the airport and was headed to the penthouse I'd rented for the next couple of days. Atlanta was bustling per usual and was never a quiet trip when I went there. I wasn't there for business, though. My moves were in direct correlation with Naomi's moves.
Inside the penthouse, I arranged for room service to have dinner promptly ready by the time Naomi's game was done. Considering that she'd be tired afterward, I planned for us to enjoy an evening dining inside the suite and to watch a movie.
I had a few hours to kill before the game started, so I handled a few emails, picked up two new clients, and checked on my parents.
As the time approached for the game, I set the music low, filling the suite with classic R&B hits.
Inside the bathroom, I showered, moisturized my body, and lined up my beard before moisturizing it, too.
I slipped into distressed jeans, a wife beater, and a plain white tee.
Next came my jewelry and sneakers. As I sprayed on cologne, my cell chimed atop the bathroom counter.
Zoo: Yo' punk ass hopped a flight without me? When you said you had somewhere to be, I thought yo' ass meant the clinic. You sneakin' off to see shawty. Her ass better be pregnant when you get back. Tell Pen she better answer her muhfuckin' phone the next time I call her.
Cracking up, I texted Zoo back, warning him against fucking with Penelope. He'd been hush mouthed since we treated her and Naomi to dinner.
In the middle of texting him back, another text came through.
Toya: You been acting really funny, Sin. Were you serious about not fucking with me anymore? I've been calling you for weeks. Wtf is up?
Blocking Toya's ass, I proceeded to finish texting Zoo.
Me: My pops' name is Jaxon, and I'ain tellin' Penelope shit. Obviously, she'on wanna talk to yo' ass. Leave me be while I finesse my wife.
Zoo: YO' WIFE????!!!!
Zoo: NIGGA!!!
Zoo: TF!!!!
My phone started ringing. It was Zoo.
"What?" I answered.
"Aye, look, bruh," he began, "whatever it is, we can get through it, aight?
I won't tell Unc and Auntie you on that shit, I'll just take you to rehab the quiet way.
Come on, Sin. When we were kids, we agreed we weren't gon' be on that drug head shit.
I'on know how I'ain see you slippin', mane. " Zoo sniffled like his ass was crying.
"Zoo!" I barked. "The fuck you talkin' 'bout?"
"You talkin' like a nigga that's tweakin'," he said.
"Fuck outta here." I snickered, then hung up on him.
The car service I'd ordered notified me they were waiting for me at the entrance to the hotel, so I grabbed my wallet and headed out the door. I couldn't wait to lay eyes on Naomi.
It'd only been two days since I last saw her, but it felt like forever.
Last night, I went to sleep wishing she were lying next to me.
Sometime in the middle of dreaming, I knew I'd be making my way to Atlanta to see her play tonight.
Hopefully, she saw my presence as a good thing and not it being weird as shit that I'd popped up on her ass.
The arena was loud as shit and packed with some of Atlanta's royalty.
As I walked to my courtside seat, I dapped a couple of rappers known to support women's basketball.
Now that I was after Naomi, I found myself wanting to know more about what she loved.
To say that I was intrigued by the skills the women possessed was an understatement.
After the pregame lineup, the arena erupted in applause as the teams filed onto the court. Only one woman caught my attention. Mid conversation with her sister, Naomi did a doubletake when she saw me. Her eyes widened, and her mouth slightly dropped.
Grinning, I stood and nodded at her. I swear it looked like she wanted to take off and leap into my arms. She settled for blushing, smiling, and biting her bottom lip to keep the smile from blossoming into a full-on Kool-Aid smile. I nodded at PJ, too, who waved back.
Like the first game, Naomi's team dominated this one and came out on top. I did more officiating than the fucking referees, who had me heated by the time it was said and done. One of the refs almost got his head knocked off, calling a late foul.
While watching them play, I realized Naomi and PJ were like Pitbulls in the paint.
They weren't the shortest on the court, but they damn sure played like they were the tallest. If it wasn't Naomi getting in the paint and scoring, then it was PJ getting in the paint and schooling her opponents.
PJ was one of those players that couldn't be guarded.
She was a threat in and outside the paint, making guarding her a nightmare.
She proved play after play that she couldn't be fucked with.
The same went for Naomi. She had ball handling skills that rivaled any of the best ball handlers, male or female. Her pink manicured fingernails contrasted against the basketball, making me smile.
Damn, Naomi was making me fall hard for her ass.
After the game ended, I let the car service escort me back to the hotel. Room service was right on time with preparing dinner for Naomi and me. Half an hour later, I got a FaceTime from Naomi.
The smile on her face nearly did me in.
"Where are you?" she questioned.
"At the hotel," I answered. "I wasn't sure snatching you out of the parking lot would be cool."
She laughed and said, "Uhm, no, I'm glad you didn't. All the attention would've been weird."
"I figured."
"So, you came all the way to Atlanta just to watch me play? I'm surprised you didn't wait around for a hug."
Grinning, I went to the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking downtown Atlanta and showed her the view.
"Anything look familiar?" I asked her.
Naomi's mouth dropped. "How?"
Chuckling, I said, "I'm resourceful when I need to be. I'm in the penthouse. Any chance we can have our first date tonight? I'm thinking something intimate. We don't have to leave the hotel."
I wondered if I'd ever get tired of seeing her face stain.
"She'll join you," PJ chimed in from the background, causing Naomi to smack her teeth.
"Only if you're a gentleman and walk me to your suite," she replied.
"Bet." She gave me her room number and told me to give her thirty minutes to get ready.
I spent twenty-five of those minutes pacing the carpeted floor of the suite, hoping tonight went well. I wanted Naomi in a way I couldn't bring myself to deny. I couldn't call what she had that drew me like a prized painting because there was too much shit about her that had me feeling her.
The other five minutes, I rode the elevator to the floor where Naomi's suite was. I tapped at the door and chuckled when it flew open.
"Tell ya boy he better quit blowin' my damn phone up," PJ requested.
"Zoo is a lil' touched, but he's harmless," I defended.
"Tuh!" PJ shook her head in protest, then was bumped out of the way by Naomi.
She barely had a word out of her mouth before I tugged her hands and brought her body to mine for a hug that lifted her Jordan-covered feet from the floor. She giggled and held onto my neck as if I'd drop her.
"Y'all gon' on," PJ shooed. She closed the door with us still standing there hugging.
"I can't believe you came," Naomi gushed.
I pecked her juicy lips a few times, not wanting to deepen the kiss because I was already on hard from holding her.
"I told you I wasn't missing ya game for nothing.
" I placed her back on her feet and admired the fit of her distressed jean shorts and plain white tee.
Her long legs were smooth and sexy as fuck, sending my mind straight to the gutter.
I had to pull myself together, though. Tonight wasn't about fucking the shit out of Naomi.
"As you can tell, I don't really do anything other than jeans and T-shirts," she commented as we walked toward the elevator.
"Who's complainin', baby? Not me. You're comfortable, and I like that shit. You pulled a nigga with a whole-ass grill in ya mouth." I chuckled. She did, too, and rolled her pretty eyes.
Yeah, she'd definitely pulled a nigga. Naomi had me wide open. At this point, I was going to do whatever I could to have her.
NAOMI
Several times during dinner, I found myself wishing Sin would put his mouth anywhere on me. Seriously — every time we made eye contact, I told him in so many expressions to take me. Those pecks on my lips weren't anything like what I was begging him to do to me.
Seeing him at the game tonight had me both shocked and flattered.
During the game, all I envisioned was him blowing my back out.
The thoughts seemingly came out of nowhere.
I was sure it stemmed from the fact that he looked like a damn ad for a porno flick in his fit.
Add the way he walked, talked, and smiled. .. I was just done for.
With Vick, I couldn't remember ever getting so turned on by just looking at him. Sure, I'd been attracted to Vick. However, nothing compared to the level of attraction I felt for Sin—and so soon.