W.M.A - 2

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Bye Melissa

Sitting down as she watched the game, Robyn was about to ask herself why she came by herself. This was her first time at the super bowl, she had no choice but to come on her own. She always avoided coming to football games. Not only because she was mostly out of the country for work, she had intentionally skipped the games. Even with her brother's pleas for her to come watch him play, going as far as giving her free tickets. Robyn would always shut her ears at him whenever he spoke about it. She found herself most interested in other thoughts and sections of her life whenever he started nagging about it. 

It was a coping mechanism she had, to stop herself from future heartbreak. She decided to at-least do him this favor, promising to come watch him play at the super bowl. It was after-all a big night for him and his team mates. They made it to the super bowl! Plus he had just bought her a car and gifted it to her the day he gave her the tickets to the game. She was going to pass up on the opportunity cause she could buy herself a car anytime she wanted but... he had taken it up a notch and also customized it to her taste. Customizing one of her cars had always been on top of her to do list, she was just to busy to do it. Then her savior of a brother comes from nowhere and grants her wish, taking that of her plate, of course she was going to shove her feelings to the side and come watch him play. 

Even at her hearts pain.

"Rih! You didn't mention that your brother was really handsome... and really muscular." her friend said turning to her but also eyeing her brother on the pitch with lust filled eyes. 

Turning to look at her brother just as he collided with a player of the opposite team, Robyn winced as her face contorted to one of pain. That should hurt, she thought. She almost felt sorry for him. Almost. Shaking her head from what she had seen, she turned to acknowledge what her friend had said.

"Really? He does look more sweaty than a shining prince in armor." She looked at her friend that was a model with a slight look of disgust on her face, not at her but at the thought of hugging her sweaty brother at the end of the football game. "Don't you think?"

"First, it's 'prince in shining armor', Fenty, get it right. Of course you'd say that, he's your brother." her friend replied with her eyes still planted on her brother, watching his every move. 

Robyn was pretty sure she could write a 20 page essay after the game on 'Rorey Fenty's Performance at the Super Bowl'. With the way her friend was drooling over her brother, if she was hit with a ball she wouldn't see it coming. She did come alone to watch the super bowl but met Bella just as she sat down on her sit. It was just her luck, they were really good friends in the industry. Robyn was thankful she had someone to talk to. Only the both of them did more of starring than talking about the game or at least other things. 

 Robyn was not one to criticize seeing as she was also looking at a particular someone the same way. Seven years of avoiding him like the plaque, that is, every single thing that had to do with him. Yet her first time seeing him in person again he captured her whole attention. The only time she took her eyes off him was when Bella had spoken to her. Even as the pain in her heart she was meant to shove to the side for her brothers sake intensified just by looking at, Odell. She couldn't for the love of her sanity peel her eyes off of him. She had found her sweaty brother completely disgusting with the soil dirt all on his jersey but she found Odell the complete opposite. As sweat trickled down his face down to his neck, as he wiped it off with his arm, she had watched him all with such attraction. The two friends looked at the men with lust filled eyes.

His good looks had intensified, Robyn thought. She watched as his muscles flexed in his jersey. Damn, the big guy really did take his time on him. He had gotten buffer. His hair was dyed grey except his roots. 




















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