Fantasies 2

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Two Weeks Later...

Bridges.

Leaning over the balcony, I watched as Deanda kicked her feet while sitting on the edge of the pool. We're out in France, on vacation. We've been her for a week and it's honestly nice out here. Both of us are really at peace just relaxing and not worried things at home. Well De isn't but I'm in real deep thoughts right now. Draft picks start in a couple weeks, then its off to practice next month. I still haven't made a decision on which state to go to yet and not to mention I'm the number one draft pick. I'm about to just say fuck it and let them choose, but I'm really thinking about Miami. Florida is hot all year around, it's surrounded by water and it reminds me of California.

It will also be a fresh start for Deanda and I. Don't get us wrong, we love our city Chicago. With the shit we went through though, it's hard to just stay in one spot. It always has been. My phone begins to ring and I travel towards it on the dresser. I read the ID seeing it's Alicia so I ignore it. She's been calling me all week and I keep telling her I'm on vacation. She wants to talk business, she can email me or leave a voicemail. It makes no difference to me. Bringing my cognac up to my lips, I drink the rest out the glass and travel down the stair case. I have something planned for both De and I, sort like a surprise.

Since our anniversary is during practice and pre-season. We planned to celebrate a month ahead. It would be too much trying to juggle work and our love life at the same time. We can multitask but not that well. I make my way to the pool and climb in the hammock. I lay back and look up the clear blue sky in deep thought. Deanda gets in with me as well, staring at me hard. I turn my attention toward her, looking back up at the sky as we rock side to side. Deanda puts her leg over mine, wrapping her arm around my lower half. She lays her head in the crook of my neck, sighing as do the same.

"What are you thinking about?" She asks.

"A lot." I reply.

"A lot like?" She questions.

"This draft thing. I'll get over it though so I won't ruin our trip." I tell her.

"You won't ruin our trip baby. If your skeptical about it, say something." She encourages. 

"So my manager called this morning. They told me about the drafts and so far its two high paying contracts." I explain.

"Ok. Which two?" She askes.

"California and Florida." I inform.

"Mhmm. And what's the offer?" I sigh heavily and shake my head.

"They're both offering the same price of a 2 million dollar contract for one year." I inform.

"Damn. That's crazy." She says.

"I know. What should I do?"

"Go with what your gut is telling you baby." She shrugs.

"What ever I pick though will you be satisfied?"

"Of course I would. You know what ever decision you make, I'm going to be right with you one hundred percent. You know I'm your ride or die." She laughs. I shake my head and burst into laughter.

"You should never say that. Even though you're from the hood, you really don't sound right saying it." Deanda laughs and lays her forehead on top of my shoulder.

"I only get ghetto when I need too." She informs.

"I know like when you feel threatened." I raise a brow as she does the same with a smirk.

"You know I gotta put these niggas in they place." She sasses, laying on her back.

"You're very arrogant g." I tell her.