Wicked Love (D'Angelo Russell)

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Friday, February 2nd, 2018

Ariel 💕

So the boys were set to take on the Los Angeles Lakers tonight at Barclays Center. I'm hype for two reasons, DLo is getting to play against his former team and Ariana is here!!!!

Yes, I made her press Kyle into bringing her to Brooklyn. Either she did it, or I did. I definitely would've too because the pregnancy hormones are starting to get to me.

She told me what hotel the team was staying in and, I kid you not, I showed up at their hotel room 10 in the morning.

It took a while for one of them to answer the door, but when they did it was Ariana. Even though she only had on a towel, I embraced her tightly. She laughed as I did.

"I missed you Ari." I say, kissing her cheek.

"I missed you too Riri." She replied.

I close the door behind me after I release her. She walks back to the main part of the room, to get dressed. I walk over to the bed, where Kyle was.

"He still sleep?" I ask.

"Yeah." She answered.

"Hmm." I say.

"Let him sleep Ri." She said.

"No. He got practice." I say.

She sighed. I crawl onto the bed and stand over him. Ariana grabbed her phone to record. I started jumping up and down on the bed, watching as Kyle began to move around and groan. Ariana laughed as she recorded.

"Wake up Kyle!" I exclaim.

"Oh my god." He groaned.

I pounce on him as he grunts.

"Yo, what the fuck Ariana?" He mumbled.

"It's not me babe." She replied.

"Then who is it? It better not be Brandon (Ingram) big ass." He said.

Ariana and I giggle.

"No." Ariana said.

Kyle shifted under me. I smiled as I sat on his stomach.

"Hello mate." I say, in a ravishing Irish accent.

"Ariel, what the hell?" He said, running his hand down his face.

I laugh.

"Good morning sleepy head. Nice to see you too." I say.

He rolled his eyes.

"Why do ya do this?" He questioned, looking up at me.

I shrug. I get off of him so he can sit up. He looked around for a bit.

"Where are you going?" He asked Ariana.

"I'm stealing her for a couple hours if that's okay with you." I say.

He looks from me to Ariana, then sighs.

"Okay." He said.

"Don't you have practice this morning?" I ask.

He nods, looking at his phone.

"Well you better get going. It's going on 10:30 and I'm sure your coach will not tolerate lateness." I say.