NBA/NCAA Imagines III (Completed)

35. Bodak Yellow ~ Markelle Fultz

Bodak Yellow
Featuring Markelle Fultz
Inspired By: Bodak Yellow ~ Cardi B
Special Dedication : those2misfits

"Ms Y/N, Mr. Fultz is here to see you." Jessica, Y/N's assistant said as she walked into the main office. Y/N let out an annoyed sigh and put down the paper work she was dealing with.

"Send him in." She simply said as she coached herself not to blow up on him in such a professional place. Y/N was the CEO of Black Enterprise, a company that helps construct and  run the major sport arenas in the country. That's how she met him. She was visiting the stadium in Phillidelphia and his sweet words swept her off her feet.

Right now she wants him just throw her down and leave her alone.

"I've always liked to visit your office. It reminds me of home." He said with a small smirk on his face. Of course it did, Y/N thought to herself. They spent many late hours in there, exploring each other in every corner of the room.
Y/N wanted to throw bleach everywhere and burn it down.

"What do you want Markelle?"

"You." He said with a raised eyebrow.

"You had me. You lost me. Now get out of my sight." Y/N replied as she rolled her eyes.

"That is not the answer I wanted to hear Y/N. You have to understand that I love you."

"That's nice." She bluntly said as she went back to her paperwork.

"What do I have to do to show you that I love you?" Markelle asked as he sat back in his seat.

"Leave me alone and never come back." She said with a bright smile. Markelle let out a dry chuckle but refuse to call defeat.

"What's the problem Y/N?"

"I'm annoyed that the nigga you have the nerves to cheat on me with my best friend wants to get back with me like I have stupid written across my forehead." She said with a fake smile.

"I'm not messing with her anymore." He said making Y/N let out a loud cackle.

"Of course not. Because she isn't me. She can't love you like me, treat you good like me. She can't fuck you good like me or her pussy isn't as good as mine. And now you want me back because nobody is as good as me." She said as she paced around her office in her red bottoms.  Markelle sat their in silence as she read him of all of his intentions. He realized he couldn't find Y/N in others and wanted her back.

"Cat bite your tongue?" She asked as she stood by her liquor cabinet and poured her a class of red wine.

"I still don't understand where you coming from." He lied to her. He knew fully but didn't want to leave her presence as yet.

"Oh please. First day I told you I wasn't afraid to cut a nigga off. You got extremely comfortable and that's your fault. You or her can't play me. I'm on top of my game and no one can bring me down." She said before taking another sip.

" I appreciate the good times but despised you for the bad. So I hope you rot in hill. You wouldn't be allowed to enter my building anymore. So see yourself out and goodbye"

Markelle got up from his seat and walked towards Y/N. Pulling her head towards his, he kissed her lips roughly and full of passion. Y/N stood in shock because she wasn't expecting that. He pulled away and nodded his head.

"I guess you ain't bluffing. Continue making money moves and help this business grow. Im proud of you. Just know I love you Y/N. I always will." With saying that he walked out of her office.

Y/N downed the rest of her alcoholic beverage and let out a small scream. She have no idea what is happening to her. She went to her desk and the first thing she did was to call Jessica.

"Cancel any appointments. I'm taking the rest of the day off." Packing up her bag, she headed out of the office to reach to a destination that will help her feel better.

Klay Thompson.

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Hurricane update Number two

Still have no electricity. Charging phone in the vehicle. Chilling with a durag 😭

Fun fact  this originally was for Stanley but wrote Markelle the entire imagine welp

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