The Dream

Chapter 2

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" Like what you see?" The steam from the shower exited the bathroom and her body

glistened. It was a cool looking affect. Most guys would be excited if they had a girl like

Layla in their fingertips but I've learned not to let females in control so I just had a

nonchalant look on my face. That may have turned her on." Girl get on. You know you

not bout it." The taunting really got to her. After I said that, I turned my back to her

and acted sleep. Then she walked towards me and wrestled with me until I gave up.

Now I don't know how she could do this all naked. Don't ask. Anyway, I was on hard

and she knew it." Is this for me?" I hated dumb questions. I said "Well I mean yo

Momma was coming through so..." She now and a smirk on her face. "Shut up!" While

she said that, she pulled my dick out and started to suck. I'm not gone lie; that felt real

good. Like oh my god she must have been practicing or something. I was too tired to

smash. Usually when we fuck, I'll say something like "you ready?" or "alright alright

that was ok but let me show you how to please somebody." But I just told her, "How

unbelievable this may sound but I don't feel like doing part two. I already got the Itis

from all that food and if you just make me cum, I'll owe you." She sighed. "Ok nigga."

She hit me in my chest one good time I guess because I got her all horny for nothing.

She know I like when she choke on it and that's what she did. I came a minute or two

later and she licked it up. Then I was out.

I set my iPhone to 7:30 and I woke up to an empty bed. I bet she went jogging. I took a

quick shower. I changed into a white compression shirt, camo basketball shorts, with

slides on and my floral kd 6's.(shows how much I'm over here if I got all this stuff

here). I went downstairs and made me some bacon and eggs. I got into my all white

Chevy Camaro and drove to Syracuse's gym. I had a two hour workout with my old

teammate Jerami. After the workout, I had 3 texts. The first text was from my agent. It

read,"Aye Ty the 76ers want to get a work out in Wednesday. Is that cool?" I text him

back saying,"Yeah that's cool." The second was from Mitch Kupchak, the general

manager of the Los Angeles Lakers. He texted "Hey Tyler. Our organization is very

interested in your work ethic and believe that you can benefit the team very well. We

would like to schedule a work out to see to your skills personally.What is a good day for

you?" I thought to myself, why didnt he text my agent. And how did he get my number?

I responded with, "I'll have to talk to my agent and we will get back to you as soon as

possible." The last one was from Layla. "Let's hang out after your work out." I told her

be ready in an hour. I went to my condo and got ready. I showered and put on my red

Nike head shirt, black cargos, and my red and black air max. I swung through her place

and she threw on some white high waisted shorts, a white o.v.o. crop top, and the

taxi's I got her on her birthday. We went to the park to get some ice cream. A couple

people recognized me and ask for pictures. Older people said we look cute and we just

thanked them. She got strawberry and I got vanilla. We sat down on a bench and

started to talk." Ok Ty, when you get drafted, how much money am I getting? I said

"Wow. You should be happy that I'm letting you come to the draft." We both laughed.

"I mean if I'm not wifed up", she said pointing to her ring finger,"then I guess I

need to charge for all the times we've been through." What she said made me think.

Layla has been through everything I've been through. She came to every game. When I

missed the game-winning shot against Dayton, she helped me through that feeling

of "If only I..." stage. While I was thinking, I was about to get involved in a nigga

moment.