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 30 days after incident
"What the-"
Winnie quickly parked her car in the middle of the street then hopped out. Her break was finally over and she was ready to get back to dancing. That clearly wasn't going to happen since the academy seemed to be undergoing reconstruction. Unexpectedly.
"Hey!" She yelled as she rushed to the sidewalk. A construction worker shouted at her, hurrying before she walked inside the building.
"Ma'am, what are you doing?" The guy questioned as he held onto her arm.
Winnie snatched it away from him. "Don't touch me and what is going on? Reconstruction should've started in June. You're six months early." She told him.
"We got orders to begin today. Everyone was sent a notice-"
"Fuck your notice." Winnie snapped. She attempted to walk around him but he stepped in front of her again.
"Ma'am, you can't go in there, alright. Whatever you need, we had set out-" Winnie held her hand up to stop his talking.
She looked away to check the sidewalk that was filled with boxes and other items that used to be inside. She noticed a few of her posters and paintings she had up on the dirty ground, causing her to run over. Her heart broke when she saw her trophies stacked in a box, broken.
"Seriously?" Her eyes started to water as she bent down and picked up one of the trophies. She held the two pieces in her hands, feeling herself about to break down.
"Ma'am..." the same worker called out while walking towards her. "Is this your stuff?" He questioned, Winnie snapping her head on his direction.
"No. I'm just crying over broken fucking trophies that you and your dumbass workers broke. You fucking dickheads!" She shouted, shoving his chest.
"You piece of shit!" She yelled again, shoving his chest once more.
"Listen ma'am, I'm sorry. You can call my boss and he can reimburse your money but you have to leave the premises." He told her, holding his arms up while Winnie continued hitting his chest. He was not going to get in trouble for doing something he didn't do.
Winnie slammed her fists against his chest once more then hung her head low. The dude stood there listening to her sniffling, her hands still up while he looked around the scenery. He noticed a few of his coworkers staring at him as they tried to figure out what was happening. He was unsure just like them.
