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Klay
"Can I make a reservation tonight? I know it's a little late and you're a top restaurant in the bay but this is really important," I told the guy on the phone, "look I'm Klay Thompson."
"Are you really him?" The guy asked without hesitation.
"No I'm Donald Trump; yes I'm Klay Thompson and this is really important for me. I'll even promote the restaurant on my Twitter and Instagram." I suggested, so he could really believe me.
"Alright, I really hope you're not a fraud." The guy commented, I nodded my head as I ended the call. I never used my name to get in anywhere, normally I didn't like the extra attention but this was important and I was desperate to make yesterday's events up to Camila.
"Hey babe, I hope it's okay that I go pick out lingerie for Ayesha. She says she hasn't been hitting it." Camila explained, I closed my eyes disgusted and now all I could see was that horrifying image of Stephen and Ayesha.
"You didn't have to tell me that! A simple 'hey I'm going out with Ayesha tonight see you later' would've been fine." I mumbled. She rolled her eyes as she wrapped her arms around me.
"I'm sorry baby but you know how Ayesha and Stephen are." She smirked.
I shook my head still disgusted, "I know how they are but I don't want to picture it in my head!"
Camila rolled her eyes, "Well whenever I get back home I hope that you are normal and not picturing our best friends having sex."
"Come here baby. I'm sorry it's just that you mentioned that and yesterday Ayesha yelled those things. I'm really horrified." I mumbled, as I gave her a kiss.
Camila smiled, "nah it's fine, it's totally my fault anyways."
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I took a sip of wine, as I patiently waited for Stephen and Harrison to arrive. Draymond couldn't make it because he was out clubbing with Shaun last night and he claimed that he had a massive hangover. People stared at me as they recognized me as the Warriors all star guard.
A woman who smelled like bubblegum sat down next to me, "hey aren't you Klay Thompson?"
I nodded my head, "uh yeah but don't scream or make it obvious I'm meeting up with my friends." I told her, as I ordered a glass of water because I wasn't planning on getting drunk at a bar.
She giggled, "I won't rat you out I promise. So what's a single guy like you doing out here in bar?"
"I'm not single. I'm with the mother of my son and I'm meeting up with my friends." I stated. Honestly I wanted to avoid talking to her again because I felt like she was going to start drama that I didn't need; but I didn't want to be rude either.
