"I can't love you," Russell breathed into Monica's ear, as he supported his heavy body over hers. Both of them were panting heavily. "But, goddamn, I can't stay away from you."
No matter how hard Monica tried, she couldn't stop thinking about Russe...
"I'm so fucking excited!" Russell yelled, taking his blue Oklahoma City Thunder jersey from his drawer, holding it above his head like it was Simba and he was Mufasa from the Lion King. I shook my head, watching him in awe. "I think we should have good luck sex."
"You know what I think?" He raised his eyebrows at me. "I think you need to get down to the arena already." He rolled his eyes, as I stood up, pulling my heels on. My outfit looked so good. I couldn't wait to be cheering him on from court side. It was going to be incredible, and hopefully Russell would lead the Thunder to a win today. Their first win of the regular season. I was dressed in a two piece olive dress set, with white strappy heels. I collaborated with a Michael Kors bag, and I didn't mean to toot my own horn, but my makeup looked bomb.
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"No, no, no," Russell shook his head, looking me up and down. "This outfit is all wrong." I folded my arms across my chest and glared at him. I was getting ready to call him out, but he walked away into his part of the closet. I waited patiently for him. By the size of his closet, it would probably take him a good hour and a half. Luckily, Russell returned within five minutes, holding a present. It was wrapped in gold wrapping paper with a black bow. He handed it to me and sat on the bed as I watched him. "Unwrap it," He rushed me. I turned the present upside down, and pulled the part of the bow as it fell to the floor. I ripped apart the wrapping paper, to see a white box. I opened the white box to see something gold. I grabbed the fabric, pulling it from the box, to see a customized Oklahoma City Thunder jersey with the number 0 on the back. It wasn't the normal blue, it was Tiffany Blue and the number and 'Westbrook' was in gold. I smiled when I held it up. I loved it. I walked over to him and planted a kiss on his lips.
"It's absolutely beautiful and so creative," I complimented, "I love it. I love you." I gave him a couple more kisses before beginning to remove my dress and heels. "Well now what the hell am I going to wear?"
"You will look good in absolutely anything," He complimented. "Just not something so risqué that I will have to punch a dude's face in." I glared at him, before turning around in my panties and bra and walking towards the closet. I walked inside and to the where all my jeans were. I picked out a light wash, cut pair of boyfriend jeans. I slipped them on, they hugged my thighs perfectly as well as my butt. I paired them with simple Jordan Retro's and put on my jersey. Something about this jersey felt so right. I stepped out of the closet, and threw my hands into the air.
"How do I look?" I twirled around, laughing. He clapped and looked at me up and down, licking his lips.
"Like a million bucks," He said, standing up and embracing me. "But, my million bucks. No one else's. Let one guy so much as look at you—"
"Russell..." I warned, as he hugged me tighter. "We are going to have a good time and you are going to bring home the win, okay? I have total confidence in you. Although I know nothing about basketball—"
