a diamond in the rough ≫ kyrie irving

six • miscommunication

12th of February, 2013

Kyrie's heart was in pieces when this girl told him that she would be out of his life in a few days. The worst part she seemed happy. As if she had no feelings for the young Cavalier. Kyrie and Anastasia made it to their hotel. Kyrie insisted that they shared a room, for his own obvious selfish reasons. So now the troubled couple was trapped in this small hotel room together. Kyrie got a text from his colleague Lebron James notifying him that the all stars were going to the club tonight and that Kyrie should join. Kyrie thought about it before concluding that it may release some of his stress. "Hey Stasia, I'm going to the club tonight you wanna come? Bron and the other all stars will be there! It will be fun." Anastasia nodded her head. Anything to get her mind off of him.

Anastasia developed feelings for him in the few months they knew each other. I mean the guy saved her. She didn't want to leave Kyrie, but she couldn't depend on him for the rest of her life. They weren't even anything. They were just friends. That's why she went looking for a job in the first place and thankfully found one. She got paid just enough money to afford a small apartment. When she told Kyrie he seemed so happy for her and it broke her heart. He really didn't like her.

A couple silent hours went by and the couple were ready to go to this night club. She wore a skintight red bandage dress that showed off her figure perfectly. She wanted to show Kyrie what he would be missing. Once she exited the bathroom, Kyrie's eyes darted towards her body, eyeing her like she was his next victim. His lips were slightly separated, unable to speak. "You look, uh-um—I mean you, you look great." He said removing his eyes off your body and darting them to the painting on the wall in an attempt to distract himself from the goddess that stood in front of him. "Thanks Kyrie." Stasia said rubbing her thumb together. "Well you ready?" Kyrie asked not daring to look at her incase a situation arises...

Once the two made it to the club they met a huge bodyguard dressed in all black. Stasia was very nervous as this would be her first time at a club. Plus she had no ID..  she was underage. "Wassup man, you're Kyrie. You know how to ball man, you real good." The man said to Kyrie dabbing him up and letting him through with no questions asked. Easy. Kyrie and Stasia hand were interlocked as Kyrie started to enter the club. "Excuse me, but I need to see your ID." The large man said making her panic. She squeezed Kyrie's hand trying to think of an excuse but Kyrie interrupted your thoughts. "Nah man, she with me." And with that she let into the dark club. Kyrie led her to the VIP area where all the other talent basketball players resided. Kyrie walked up to Lebron letting him know that they made it and then they did their handshake. "Hey ma, you want something to drink?" Kyrie asked. Anastasia shook her head no and added a small smile. Kyrie chuckled and walked to the bar. Anastasia felt a present behind her as she looked down on the sea of people on the dance floor. "Who does this fine women belong to." The man asked. Stasia slowly turned around and was face to face with Washington Wizards guard John Wall. "Ion belong to nobody." She spat back, clearly annoyed at his choice of words. "Damn lil ma got attitude." He winked. "I'll take it as 'I'm a single independent women'." He chuckled. "Well actua—""Yo John, what you doing talking to what's mine." Kyrie growled. Kyrie usually wasn't like that but when he saw the guy talk to her, his blood immediately started to boil. "Sorry man I didn't know." Wall said lifting his hands approve his head acting as if he was innocent and walked away. Kyrie wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her in close. "What was that about?!" Stasia questioned. "Uh, he has a history, of uh, of one night stands. Yeah. I didn't want you to get caught with the wrong guy." Kyrie lied. You furrowed your eyebrows but decided against auguring with him. "And I ain't yours." Anastasia mumbled. 'Not yet.' The young point guard thought.

As the night grew older Kyrie grew even more jealous. The guys stared at her, mumbling things about how good she looked. Even Stephen Curry was commenting on the ladies physique and that guy was loyal. Kyrie was beyond pissed off. His gripped tightened around Stasia waist. The two spent the night talking about anything and everything, ignoring everybody else. "You good Kyrie?" She asked once she felt his grip tighten. He simple nodded before asking "You wanna dance?" The two ran to the dance floor as 'The Motto' by Drake was on blast. The two started off just playing around and rapping to each other the lyrics.. letting themselves go. Kyrie grabbed her hand and made her do a twist and pulled her in close, letting out a laugh. Her hands rested on his chest, while his rested on her hips. She decided to make a bold move placing her arms around his neck, pulling them in closer together. His eyes admired the woman that was in his grasp while their hips swayed side to side. His hands travelled all over her body but only grazing her assets. But as soon as 'I Know' by Big Sean came on the sexual tension grew. Kyrie who was tipsy at this stage leaned down and whispered into her ear "Show me something babygirl." Those words made her body quiver. She hesitated but turned around so his front was facing her back. She never did anything like this before. "I gotchu." Kyrie encouraged as he guided her hips to the rhythm of the song. She was a natural, she was grinding on this man with no shame, she didn't care who saw. It felt so right to her. The way their bodies move together. Meanwhile, Kyrie was amazed at her body and how it moved, suddenly she started to lightly twerk on him taking him by complete surprise. The actions of the couple made the situation worse. The sexual tension grew and grew and thickened. He would wanted to remove all her clothing in the middle of the crowd. He wanted her.

After there dance session that lasted a good forty minutes, the two spent the rest of the night in the VIP area. Kyrie was talking to the Splash Bros, Klay and Steph. Anastasia was being occupied by all the NBA wives of Lebron and Dywane Wade. He looked at his watch and saw it was 3am. "Nice talking to you guys but I better go." Kyrie said as he dabbed up the Bros. Kyrie walked up to Anastasia and interrupted their conversation. "Sorry girls but we better go." He said pulling her away. "It was nice meeting you!" Gabriel Union, Dywane's wife, chirped. "You too!" Anastasia said as she waved before exiting the club with Kyrie. The two grabbed a cab and went back to the hotel. Kyrie wanted her and she wanted him but both were scared to admit their feelings. The cab was long and awkward. 'Just when things seemed to being going good, this happens.' The point guard thought. The two entered the hotel room. Thankfully it had two double beds so they didn't have to sleep in the same bed. Anastasia walked into the bathroom to remove her makeup and change for bed while Kyrie got ready for bed in the room itself. Once the two were finally finished getting ready they went to their separate  beds but neither could sleep.

"Kyrie." Anastasia said. "Yes." Kyrie responded. "I'm sorry about tonight. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry if I keep giving you the wrong vibes." She chuckled hiding her true feeling of disappointment and sadness. She wanted him to be his, it shouldn't be this hard. "Oh don't worry, I don't like you that anyways." He responded adding a laugh to make his lie believable. Kyrie just wanted to love this girl. 'Be mine.' he thought as he drifted into a deep sleep.

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