Passion on the sideline was rough, lovely, and worth it. Sometimes at least. Ke'Ann Harding was used to being in the spotlight as a professional football player. But recently his face has been all over the media for the wrong reasons. His infidelity...
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New Orleans, Louisiana 27 days after incident
Ke'Ann entered the living room and the sight he saw wasn't unusual to him. He can say in all twenty-seven years old his life, he saw this twice. This was typical of a man like him. Adrian sat on the couch while a young lady kneeled down in front of him, giving him head. Ke'Ann cleared his throat and grabbed Adrian's attention. Adrian turned to face him, his face dropping in pure disappointment. Ke'Ann waited for Adrian to stop the young lady from her activities and yet he didn't.
He cleared his throat again. "Could you stop this?" He questioned, pointing at the girl.
Adrian groaned in annoyance then sighed. "Get up." He told the woman, tapping the top of her head.
Ke'Ann turned away while that got handled. The last he wanted to see was his brother dick. The girl paused what she was doing then stood to her feet. She walked off while Adrian covered himself with his robe. Ke'Ann glanced back when he thought the coast was clear. He didn't think he'd be able to face Adrian ever after hearing the news but he felt as though he needed to speak to him. It was hard to look at him now since he wanted to punch him in the face. Rightfully so.
Adrain leaned forward and grabbed his beer. Bringing it to his lips, he turned to face Ke'Ann. He noticed his fists were balled by his sides then let out a chuckle. He didn't have to ask why Key was here. He had already knew. He also knew what Ke'Ann wanted to do at the moment. He was greatly predictable.
"You've never been a fighter, Key. So think twice before putting your hands on me because I will literally murder you." Adrian threatened in a much serious tone.
Just like how Ke'Ann knew Adrian, it was the same the other way around. Just two years apart, close at a young age but grew distant as they got older. Regardless, of their relationship with one another, they knew each other like the back of their hands. Ke'Ann gave in, knowing that he wasn't going to win if he decided to hit Adrian. They've had many fights growing up and he had yet to win any of them. Call him a sissy but he wasn't getting his ass best when he didn't come over here for that. He unclenched his fists and Adrian smirked.
"That's what I thought." He muttered then took a sip from his beer.
"Lemme guess..." Adrian paused, sizing Ke'Ann up and down. "wifey told you everything and now you're here to question me." He finished taking another sip.
"Why?" Ke'Ann questioned, taking a seat on the sofa. "Just why?"
Adrian rolled his eyes. "Have you questioned your wife on the matter?" He remarked. He found talking about the situation stupid especially since he knew Ke'Ann wasn't going to do anything. He was just going to talk his ass off, whine and bitch about it. Adrian did not want to hear any of that.
