Daddy's Little Girl

c h a p t e r 14

short, rushed chapter. sorry, but enjoy ;*

(Maurice:)  

I sat on my bed as I tied up my shoes, getting up and looking at myself in the mirror.

I was dressed in my team jumpsuit, with my Jesus Christ cross around my neck. I held the cross in between both of my hands as I recited a silent prayer.

Even though I hadn’t been to church in a long time, I prayed that I’ll be able to get drafted into the NBA. Today was the official day to turn my life upside down, and my palms were sweating just thinking about it. I felt a nervous breakdown coming on, but I knew I couldn’t be nervous. Out of all the practices I been through, all the suicides I had to run, I absolutely had to get drafted or all of my hard work would have gone to waste.

After I finished my prayer, I did the sign of the cross and opened my eyes. Through my periphial vision, Marleigh stood at my doorway with her arms crossed, leaned against the door frame, and a smirk was on her face. She wore some skinny jeans with holes everywhere, a plain white tshirt, and white sandals. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her lips were gleaming with lipgloss. I mentally licked my lips, but in reality, I had a dull expression spread across my face. 

“Fuck you looking at?” I asked, turning around and making sure everything was in my duffle bag.

“How you gon’ thank the Lord, then curse?” She laughed and shook her head.

“Whatchu want, Marleigh?”

“I just came to wish you good luck, you know ‘cause you’n wanna invite nobody nowhere, but that’s cool.” I laughed and turned towards her.

“You’n know shit about basketball, and I ain’t got time to be distracted by you flirtin’ with niggas in the stands.” I said, honestly. Even though we ain’t a couple, or fucked, she’s still my girl. It ain’t alot of females like her, not rushing to have sex when I force her... look like her lil’ smart ass listened in school when they was learning peer pressure.

“It woulda been sweet if you asked me to come, tho...” She mumbled, as she took out her phone and began scrolling thru it.

I saw the sadness cross her face, and I smirked. I zipped up my bag, and turned around, walking towards Marleigh. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and she put her phone high into her face. I smacked my teeth, “I’m ‘bout gotdamn tired of you and this phone...” I mumbled, taking her phone from her and slipping it into my pocket.

She bucked once to get it back, but I tightened my grip around her waist, “I’ma slap yo’ ass if you try that shit.”

She grumbled and rolled her eyes. I smiled, “Leigh, I ain’t no sweet ass nigga so don’t suspect no sweet shit from me. If you looking fa’ a nigga like that, then you ain’t fucking with the right one, baby. If you wanna come, I mean, I ain’t gon’ stop you... but, I ain’t fucking with that date shit.” I said, not sugarcoating anything. 

“It’s aight. I hope ya’ll win.” She said, looking down in between us.

“Be real, Marleigh. If you feelin’ some type of way, just say wassap.” I simply said, and she looked up with a smile.

“I’ma be good, Maurice, damn. I got dressed fa’ a reason.” She replied, rolling her eyes. I smirked and pulled her closer onto me.

“You gon’ gimme some lip?” I asked, but kissed her ass before she could even reply. She wrapped her arms around my neck and deepened the kiss, just as soon as I pulled off.

“Why you do that?” She whined, wiping the corner of her lip. I let her go and zipped up my team jacket, turning around and grabbing my bag. “I got a game in a couple of hours. I need my head on the game and not yo’ lips. Ion even know why I stay kissin’ yo’ ass while ion know where yo’ lips been.”

I put my bag across my body as I turned around to see Marleigh rolling her eyes, again. “What the fuck ever.” She began walking out of my room, and I turned off the light and followed her, closing the door behind us.

Marleigh grabbed her purse off the sofa in my living room as soon as we heard a horn outside of my house. To have been working as a kingpin, I knew not to trust anybody. So, I ain’t no stupid ass muhfucka as to bringing Marleigh to my main house. I haven’t known her for not even no month, so she damn sure ain’t got no trust in me. I didn’t even have nobody she knew picking her up for here, so I knew the horn outside was a couple of my niggas from the trap, with some help from Nino.

“Maurice, why they gotta take me home? Why can’t you?” She complained as she turned to me. I laughed.

“I got somewhere to be, but you gon’ be aight. I ain’t gon’ let ‘um fuck with you.”

“But, ion even know them niggas.”

“You ain’t know me, but I see yo’ ass still got in my damn car. Nah stop all that whining shit and get the fuck out my house.” She looked at me for a while before shaking her head, “I don’t think I can deal with yo’ ass...” I heard her mumble.

“Ain’t nobody tell you to fuck with me, that was your choice.”

“You just rude for no gotdamn reason, tho. I can’t handle that shit, you gon’ have to change it-” I laughed in the middle of her sentence. 

“I been the same nigga since I been out my mama womb, so I ain’t finna change for someone ain’ even known for a fuckin’ month, baby. If you can’t handle a nigga like me, then yeen got to. That shit ain’t gon’ effect me.” I said, moving her out the way so I could leave out the house.

“So, what the fuck you tryna say?” Marleigh almost yelled from behind me.

“The exact same shit I said before yo’ ass wanted to start poppin’ off at the mouth, get the fuck out my house.” I replied, opening the front door.

She grumbled and moved me out the way to walk out the house first. I left out behind her, locking the door. She strutted to the black Camaro that sat in the front of the yard. I smiled, knowing Spike and Triple, some of my previous, loyal niggas that worked for me was sent. 

Marleigh got in the back of the car, slamming the door. “Don’t be slammin’ no gotdamn doors, homegirl. Ain’ nan one of these regular ass niggas who like a disrespectful ass female.” Spike, who was sitting behind the wheel, turned around and said.

“Fuck you, nigga. I ain’t one of these disrespectful ass females who like to be yelled at.” She said, putting emphasis on ‘yelled at’ and looking at me.

“Stop being so damn childish and direct yo’ shit. I can have yo’ sexy ass walking back home.” I said, looking at her thru Triple’s rolled down window. She put her middle finger up and was about to say something, but got cut off short.

“Hell naw, I ain’t here fa’ ya’ll to be all up in my ear. Boss, you tryna get yo’ ass up out of here, and shawty, you needa chill with yo’ attitude or you’ll be walking, on everythang,” Triple said, looking from me to Marleigh, “Nah, Boss, you straight?”

“Geah, I’m feeling fine. I’m slick fucked up with hella shit on my mind-”

“Well, you needa find yo’ lil’ ass head up under all that nappy ass hair and clear yo’ damn mind.” Spike said, causing us to laugh and Marleigh smirk a little. 

“I hear you, bruv. Pray fa’ me.”

“You know we got you all the way, boss.” Triple said, dapping me up. I reached thru the window and dapped Spike up. I looked back at Marleigh who was looking out the window with a scowl on her face. “Make sure she stay aight, and don’t nun happen to her. Don’t leave her house til’ she all the way in-”

“Get to that damn game, boss.” Spike said, and I laughed. “Hol’ up.” I said, jogging to the other side of the car.

Knowing she wouldn’t roll down her window, I opened the door and got in beside her. As Triple and Spike spoke in the front of the car, Marleigh scooted her body to the other side of the backseat. I scooted right beside her childish ass. “Maurice, gon’...” She whispered, and tried to push me away.

She continued to push against my shoulders as I placed my lips on her neck. I sucked and kissed on it, knowing it was her hotspot. She stopped her fight and wrapped her arm around my neck. “Maurice, get off me.”

I smiled on her neck, kissing it once more. “Don’t act like you’n like the shit when I know you do.” She turned, facing the window, but I could see the stupid smile cross her face.

I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I’ma take care of it when I get back.” I tried to rub against her kitty, but she reacted too damn fast.

“Don’t do that shit, Brook. Nah gon’, you needa go. Good luck at your game.” She leaned up and pecked my lips. I slipped my hand in my pocket and gave her her phone. She gasped, realizing she forgot I took it, and I smirked.

I got out of the car, “Aight, ya’ll.” I said. Triple and Spike nodded at me, and drove off.

I turned around and made my way to my car, getting in and pulling out of the driveway towards the stadium our game would be occuring at.

Thirty minutes later, I was finding a parking space at the densely packed stadium. I found one near the back and parked my car. I grabbed my bag from the passenger seat and threw it across my shoulder as my phone began vibrating. 

“Wassup?” 

“You’re late.” I heard my coach say before hanging up. I huffed and put my phone in my pockets, walking my way to the entrance. 

The game didn’t start until 8, and it was 7, so I had only an hour to practice with my team. This was our final game, and also the game to know where our lives would lead us.

I walked into the gym, where half of my team was practicing, and the other half was stretching. I tried to go unnoticable to the back to change, but Coach Robinson saw me anyway. “Look who wants to join us!”

“Wassap, coach.” I turned towards him and said. He shook his head and pointed towards the back, giving me access to go back there.

I took off my bag, followed by my team jacket and sweatpants, leaving only my jersey and shorts on. I put on my wristband, tied up my hair, and freshened up before going back to the gym to practice. I put my bag, as well as my phone, into my personal locker and joined my team. 

After the forty-five minutes passed, and the stands began to fill up, our coaches called us to the middle of the court.

“Tonight is finally the night to see where your lives will be taking you. Seeing you all go is really painful on my part because I’ve come to like you boys like you all are my own. I already see them scouts coming in, tho, so seperation is only a couple hours away...” Coach Robinson said.

“I know you all have a bright future ahead of ya’ll, and no matter what ya’ll pursue in, Coach Robinson and I will be with you through every step of the way. So, I want all of you to go out there and win this game so you can get the hell out of New York,” Coach Harrison put his hand in the middle and all of us followed, placing our hand on top of each others, “Knights on 3...”

“1... 2... 3... KNIGHTS!”

I looked up at the stands to see who came to support me. I saw Nino, Jazmine, Pookie, and his ma. I grinned at them, exposing all of my teeth... but, I actually wished Paris would’ve came thru.





It was the 4th quarter of the game. One minute and twelve seconds remaining. UConn was ahead by three points, and I was drenched in sweat. I drunk the gatorade that was passed to me as Coach Harrison talked to us during our time out.

Moments passed and our time out was over. I grabbed my towel, wiped my face, and headed back onto the court. We had the ball, so one of my teammates bounced it to me. I dribbled it to our 3-pt. line, and threw it up, making both teams tied. The clock was quickly going down, and UConn had the ball. I stood back in defense and watched as we stole the ball back, and Stewart laid it up, giving us a two point lead, and twenty seconds left in the game.

UConn called a timeout, so we went back to the bench. I opened a new gatorade and drunk out of it as Coach Robinson lined up a new play.

Twenty-five seconds later, we were back on the court to finish the game. UConn had the ball, and was driving it to the basket. One of the players laid it up, and I blocked it hard, causing the crowd to go into an uproar.

Ten seconds remaining, and we had the ball. Stewart passed it to me, and I quickly dribbled it down to our half of the court, passing it to a teammate near the basket. He laid it up, but it didn’t go in, and the buzzard sounded. I looked up at the scoreboard and realized we had won!

The crowd cheered and my team celebrated. The UConn players walked by and slapped our hands, saying, “Good game.” I couldn’t get the grin off of my face when I saw many different scouts scatter the floors, trying to talk to UConn players and my team players.

“Ahhh shit, here they come, Brook.” Stewart whispered to me. I gently nodded and acted as if I didn’t see them. I sat on the bench and wiped the sweat off my face and drunk a new bottle of gatorade. 

Three scouts came up to me, speaking all at once. I could barely make out what they were saying until I heard ‘LA Lakers’ come out of this big, white man’s mouth. “Aye!” I yelled, causing all of them to stop talking, “I wanna hear from you.”

The other two scouts walked away, in hopes of finding another player quite like me. I raised my eyebrows at the scout who was in front of me and he began speaking, “Mr. Westbrook, I watched you out on the court throughout the whole game and realized that you would be a perfect aspect of the Los Angeles Lakers-”

I didn’t even wait for him to finish speaking, I was so happy, “When do I start packing?”

He smiled and wrote something on his clipboard, “So, I’m guessing this is a yes?”

I nodded my head, and he grinned, “I thought you would accept. You can begin practicing with the upcoming team in a matter of 3 weeks, so you can begin packing this week.”

I hopped out my seat and hugged this nigga. I ain’t give a fuck that I just made a bitch ass move, but this is what I’ve been waiting for since I was a lil’ ass kid. I couldn’t contain my excitement, so I wasn’t gon’ force it in.

I released him and shook his hand and took his business card. “Use this so I can book your flight.” I nodded my head and turned around to celebrate with my team, and to find out where there lives are taking them. We went to the back and discussed our lives as we packed up to leave.


After I was dressed to leave, I told my niggas I’ve come to fuck with goodbye, including my coaches. It was sad to see us go, but we all got futures ahead of us and lives to create. 

I made my way outside of the stadium to see Nino dem’ waiting.

“My nigga, my nigga!” Nino said, holding his hand out for me to dap him up. I grabbed onto it and pulled him into a hug. I was so damn happy I was doing shit ion never did before.

“Hold the hell up... why you hugging me?” Nino asked, pushing me off of him and causing me to laugh.

“THE LA LAKERS WANT ME, NIGGA!” I yelled, causing Jazmine & Pookie’s mom to squeal, and Pookie to pull me into a bigass hug. “Congrats, youngin’.”

“You officially leaving us, nah, nigga.” Nino said, and I gave him a nod.

“I’ma fuck with ya’ll, tho. I ain’t gon’ forget about anyone of ya’ll that got me right here.” I said, and the females started tearing up. I smiled and pulled them into a hug.

“I love you so much, Maurice. You know you’re my son, and I can’t take the fact that two of my children are leaving me to go to the same place.” Ma said, cracking her voice. I hadn’t even come to the realization that Paris and I would be closer to each other, which only meant more drama.

“Love you, too, Ma. I’ma be back to see you. No doubt about that, and you too, preggers.” I said, kissing both Ma and Jazmine’s foreheads.

“I know for a fact you gon’ come back to see me, so yeen even gotta say it.” Jazmine cocky ass said. I smacked my teeth and they pulled outta our embrace.

“We gotta get going, bruh, and I know you finna celebrate, so hit us up later.” Pookie said, and I nodded, hugging everyone again one more time. They turned to leave in Nino’s Rover, which surprised me cause Nino always tryna catch a ride from somebody.

I turned around and started walking to my car. As I walked, I thought about calling Paris. I hadn’t talked to her, came in contact, nun of that shit in at least a month and a half. I missed her stupid ass, but I wasn’t finna chase her ass while she tryna chase another nigga.

My palms began to shake as I dialed her number. It rang and I waited for an answer.

“Hello?”

I smacked my teeth at the sound of this nigga voice.

“Lemme talk to Paris.”

“Um, she ain’t here.” He forced himself to say. This nigga was still the same— scared of me. I didn’t understand why Paris was with him. Maybe he told her he loved her a couple of times and that got stuck into her dumbass head. But, how come when I said it, it didn’t affect her as much as when he said it?

“You a gotdamn lie, why the fuck you got her phone den’?”

“Oh, she’s busy right now.”

“Just give her the phone, damn. You still a scary lil’ nigga, I ain’t tryna steal yo’ girl.” I said, stopping in the middle of the parking lot. I waited a while and then heard his deep huff, and the sound of the phone clicking off.

I stood in disbelief. This nigga really had the audacity to hang up on me... but, that’s alright. I would be in LA soon, and no doubt that I’ll find this nigga. I don’t know what I’ma do to his ass, but karma’s a bitch.

I got into my car and started it up. I was finally going to be apart of my dream team and that pussy whipped nigga ain’t finna make this smile get off my face. I grabbed my phone and saw Marleigh was calling me.

Marleigh was a cool ass girl to me. Thick, sexy, and I’d be damned if I left her here in New York. She had an attitude any nigga would want they bitch to have, but I got her. She was no Paris, but she still was a close second. I’d prollay bring her to LA with me.

When I answered, I heard loud commotion going on in the background. “Wassap?”

“OH MY GOSH, MAURICE, YA’LL WON! CONGRADULATIONS!” She yelled into the phone as I pulled out of the parking lot. I smiled.

“Thanks, baby.”

“AND, STEWART GOT DRAFTED TO THE CHICAGO BULLS!” She squealed and I laughed.

“On life?”

“YES, WHY THE HELL WOULD I LIE ABOUT THAT!?”

“I got drafted to the LA La-” I couldn’t even finish talking before she started screaming again. “OH MY GOSH, MAURICE!”

“You must wanna come celebrate with me?” I asked her, and she only got louder.

“HELL YEAH!”

“Come over, and stop all that gotdamn screamin’, you tryna break a nigga ear...” I said, and she laughed, hanging up the phone also.

Twenty minutes later, I was parking in the garage of my house that Marleigh knew about. I got out the car and locked it behind me. I went in thru the back door and turned on the lights, placing my bag and phone on the kitchen table. 

I went up the stairs to my room and began taking particles of my clothing off. When I was ready, I cut on the shower to warm it up. While I waited, I brushed my teeth. I hopped in the heat of the shower and washed off, from my head to my toes.

Staying in the shower for twenty minutes, I heard the doorbell ring downstairs. I shook the water out my hair and let it air dry. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist and headed downstairs to the door.

I opened the door, revealing Marleigh in a loosely fitting tank dress that stopped below her knees and some sandals. She stared at my abs for a minute before directing her eyes up to my face. “Hey, Maurice.” She said in a low, sweet voice.

She walked in and I pulled her close to me by her waist. I closed the door behind her and locked it. I tilted my head downwards and kissed her lips. What was suppose to be a small peck turned into something serious as she wrapped her arms around my neck and tongue-kissed me.

I turned her around and moved her backwards onto the couch, as she moaned against my lips. I pulled off of her and looked down at her. She was blushing, but had no type of smile on her face.

I leaned in to kiss her again, but she put her hand in my face to stop me. “What?”

“Maurice, I know where you’re tryna make this lead to, so I should stop you right here. I don’t wanna have sex with you.” She said, pushing me off of her.

“Why?” I asked, seriously. No girl had ever turned down sex with me, especially when we got as far as Marleigh and I was at this moment.

“Because,” Marleigh began, “I’ve known and heard of you for a long ass time now, and I been liking you ever since. I ain’t never heard of you being committed, only the rumors of you and Paris, but you told me yourself that those weren’t true. It’s childish for me to say, but I already caught feelings for you. If we have sex, then you gon’ get what you want and go. But, what am I gon’ have? Nothing.”

This is what I get for chilling with a female for more than two weeks, that ain’t  Paris. I knew being with Marleigh and telling her shit she was gon’ wanna hear was gon’ make her catch feelings, but I didn’t know it was gon’ be so early in the game. Her saying I was just gon’ fuck her & duck her was a lie, because I wouldn’t do that. Even though I ain’t falling for her like she falling for me don’t mean I’ma just leave her in the dirt. I’m a mean ass nigga, but I ain’t dirty. 

“Marleigh, I ain’t even finna lie to you, I ain’t catchin’ no feelings for you, falling in love with you, none of that shit. I ain’t known you for as long as you known me, so I really ain’t have no time to do that. I like you alot, but you gon’ have to give me some time to catch feelings and all that shit, cuh that some I don’t do. Like I been telling you, I ain’t gon’ change for you. If you’n like that, then you can walk. Nah, on that fuck and duck shit, I won’t do it on your part. If you really know me, you know you won’t never see me out in public with a female unless they Paris or my ma. How many times I dun’ went out with you? You a special lil’ girl, so why the hell would I fuck and run? Why the hell would I leave you in New York when I go to LA? Why the hell would I chose to bring you with me?” 

I could see the tears begin forming in her eyes, “Oooh, Maurice! You’re taking me to LA with you?” She said, her voice cracking.

I wasn’t surely convinced in bringing her to LA with me, but I really didn’t wanna become something special to her, then just leave her here by herself. So, I guess the only thing to do is to make her feel happy. “Yeah, but don’t even start that crying, cuh I ain’t the nigga to wipe away your tears.” I said, leaning up and kissing her lips. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and deepened the kiss. 

I slipped my hand underneath her dress and she grabbed my wrist to stop me. What now, damn.

“Will you take care of me?” She asked me, looking into my eyes.

“If you stay real with me, I’ll be true to you.” I said, looking back up at her. She didn’t say anything back, but just stared at me. And, it wasn’t a wondering stare but a warning stare. A wave of uncomfortable came across me, “Marleigh?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah. I will.” She said, shaking her head and snapping out of it. She pulled my hand from under her dress and slipped off her panties. She laid back on the couch and I pushed two fingers into her tight cat.

As I slowly pumped in and out of her, my mind wandered to LA and Paris. I was gonna make love to Marleigh tonight and take her to LA, to let her know she wasn’t a fuck and duck.

But, I was going to LA to pursue my career, and to also get back to the girl who I’ll be thinking about while I’m making ‘love’ to some other girl.