𝑆𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ & 𝑅𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑒

5

𝐵𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒́

I spent the week alone. No parties, no drinking, no girls. I've done none of the things I usually would do besides work out.

It was weird for me. Not being out there had me feeling like a fucking Mormon. My whole adult life I had spent in the spotlight and yet the moment this one girl puts me in my place, I decide to step away and see what she's talking about.

I'm 25 and still doing the same shit I did in high school. Fucking mad girls and partying like there's no tomorrow. I've only kept one relationship. It showed me it wasn't worth it. You could go crazy over a bitch and she still won't treat you right.

So I leave 'em. I see no point in being with a woman just to not be appreciated and cared for just as much as I care for her. I had money, I was born swimming in it, but I got here on my own and when I was younger I wanted to have someone who I could come in the game and share my shine with. These birds ain't shit though.

But Onika... God, that girl was powerful in every way and she was definitely making me see my wrongs. Like she said, she's the queen of our little game and I was hoping she'd see the small changes I've made to my lifestyle.

Now, I know people don't change in an instant. I'm not perfect, but I learn well enough with a firm teacher. Onika was exactly that. Her lil innocent act fooled the fuck out of me. Had me thinking I'd be able to control the naïve girl I assumed she was, but once again I was wrong.

She was a mastermind. The puppet master. Babygirl knew what she was doing and she was damn good at it.

I made a perfect shot from the half court, my arms craned forward in perfect form and the ball flying through the air. It slipped through the hoop, the swish of the net echoing throughout the court.

I heard clapping from behind me, startling me as I turned to see her standing there. She looked just as sexy as the last time I saw her. Her hair was pulled back into a long, sleek ponytail and she was dressed down in a ribbed lounge set and sandals. So fine.

My eyes trailed back up to her face, watching as a small smile spread across her lips. "You listened." She spoke up, her voice smooth as if honey were dripping from her tongue. I stepped closer, my hands settling in my pockets.

"What are you doing here?" I raised a brow. As much as I wanted to see her face, I knew I messed up horribly last time we were together. Forgive me for thinking she didn't want to see me at all.

"I can't come see you now? I thought I told you I was in charge of this?" She looked up at me, her eyes bright and condescending. I wanted to wrap my hand around her pretty ass neck and tongue her down, but I was cooling it for right now. Wouldn't want to make her upset.

"You are, princess. I was just surprised to see you is all. You look beautiful by the way," her grin widened, eyeing me before she walked off to the bleachers. I tried my best to ignore the teasing sway of her hips as I followed. "What are you doing here though, for real."