All I've ever wanted

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Sebastian POV:

Ten minutes.

My interview with the New York Knicks is in ten minutes.

I'm wearing a dark grey suit with a white dressed shirt and black polished shoes and a black tie, sitting down in the waiting area in a fancy business building, overthinking every thought in my head.

I don't know what but it's something I just do. I'm an over-thinker and I really wish I wasn't.

I'm overthinking every possibility that can happen today. I'm overthinking that if I don't drafted to this team, what other team will want me? And if I'm not drafted, what happens next? What job will I have? Would I be able to support my family?

It's too much all at once and I feel my chest tightening. My breathing increases rapidly and I really don't want to have a panic attack.

Think think think.

Think of something else Sebastian come on. I rub my face with both my hands and murmur a few Italian words my nonna would once tell me.

"Con il dolore viene la forza"
With pain comes strength

My heart beat starts to decrease, I wipe my sweaty palms on the armrests of the chair, and blink repeatedly until my vision returns.

I think of great things to come to soothe my mind and my own and true happiness.

My Bella

Besides being a total nervous wreck right now, and sweating through my suit, I woke up in a great mood.

Well I woke up in a fucking fantastic way.

Camila woke me up with a blowjob. A toe curling, mind boggling, leaving earth and coming back kind of blowjob.

Her exact words were:

"Today is a special day and my special boy deserves an extra special treat."

Fuck just thinking about it now makes me get a semi.

I fix myself not caring who looks because I'm not about to walk into an interview with a hard on.

And then she said that one word that I've been dying to hear her say.

"Mmm you like that daddy?"

I fucking died right then and there and came back to see her on all fours telling me to fuck her the way I want to.

"Fuck me daddy"

Let's just say it was an eventful morning.

One of the best really.

"Mr. De la Cruz"

I rise from the chair when my name is called, swallowing nonexistent saliva in my throat because my mouth is dry as fuck. The same man from the game, the agent, ah fuck I don't remember his name, comes up to me shaking my hand in greeting.

Be cool Sebastian. Don't embarrass yourself.

Is this real right now?

"Ha it's very real sir. How about we head into the office now." He pats my back and I follow him through a doorway and see the coach for the New York Knicks sitting down in one of the chairs in the conference room.

Holy shit.

This is real.

"Good afternoon Sebastian, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm coach Dean Andrews for the New York Knicks."