Ben Simmions

•Chapter 14

Khaliah

"Hey Ms. Internship," Ben said coming behind me.

"Hello Mister Creep. What can I do for you today?"

"Oh you can do a lot," he said pulling me into a random room.

"Benjamin I am not having sex with you at work," I said as I buttoned my shirt back up.

He had already started to unbutton it damn he is fast. And Ben knows when I say his real name I am not kidding.

"Why not Khaliah?" He groaned. "As fuck buddies we have to fuck in bazaar places," he said grabbing me by my waist.

"I think the fuck not," I removed his hands. "Ben I don't know what type of no standard hoes you used to fuck with, but I ain't one of em."

"Really Liah?!" He asked shocked.

"Yes, really. Now if you would use your fucking head we can go to your house, after work."

He began to pout.

"Bye Benjamin. See ya later. Just text my line to let me know cry baby."

"Wait," he said

"What?"

"Give me a kiss, please." He puckered his lips.

"Ben we're fuck buddies not a couple. We don't give kisses goodbye."

"Girl give me my damn kiss," he grabbed me by my waist and began to kiss me.

"Okay I'm going to leave now before things get heated. And I'm not having sex here, so bye for real this time."

I walked out the room. Ben must've been dropped on his head as a child. That dude has got to be out of his mind.

Come on, fucking at work. What the hell are we making? A damn porno?

"Hey mom," I said answering the phone.

"Hey baby. Wanted to see how my intern was doing?"

"Good, I've been doing good in school and my internship. Surprise I am able to mange them both."

"I knew you could. Allyson has been calling me. I want you to get there on time. Do you hear me?"

"Yes ma'am love you, bye." I hung up the phone.

A couple of weeks back I found out that my mom was in on this little internship thingy. She always tells me "you're grown now, I can't help you get out your messes." But she turns around and does this.

Part of me believe I got the internship because of her and the fact that I am her daughter. Which, makes me feel likes my hard work isn't worth shit.

Ben

"Why you smiling so hard Playboy?" Markelle asked

"Just got off the phone with yo mom's. She said she giving me some bomb punai after practice."

"I will beat yo bitch ass."

"Come on so I can dunk on you," I said as we both jogged on the court.

I looked court side to see Khaliah jotting on her notepad. Her wavy hair was flowing down her soft chocolate face. Her skin was definitely glowing.

I really have never noticed her dimples until now. The fact that I have been close to her face multiple times and never noticed baffles me.

Damn she sure knows she got me wrapped. The whole fuck buddies thing is a fucking act to me. She want me, and I sure as hell want her crazy ass.

I mean the sex is good. It is actually the fucking bomb. I can literally see myself fucking the same woman for the rest of my life, and most people won't believe that because I'm a NBA player.

All we are known for is having sex with lots of woman.

But, Khaliah has a personality outside of this world. I'm just mad her ass is so closed off. She won't open up to me about shit it's always "Ben don't talk" "Ben we're fuck buddies. Why are we talking?"

I'm gone get to  know her a lot better.

"Khaliah," I called to her. She looked up.

I shot her a thumbs up to let her know I'm down for tonight.

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