Twenty-five year old Adira Thompson finds herself in a position where she's single and pregnant, with dreams of becoming a plastic surgeon.
She and her family have a love for basketball, particularly their home team in Los Angeles. Her world someho...
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It's been three weeks since that loss in Denver. My eldest sister Mai is back in town, for a short while. Then off to take care of something with one of the charities in Chicago in a few days. That's what she does. She says she loves it, living her life on the go, traveling the world.
These last four weeks have been crazy. I had a game, photoshoots, award show. Along with media stuff and on top of that, practices. I'm still trying to recover.
We played Houston last night. We had early practice this morning. I came back to the hotel and slept in until my alarm went off. I had just enough time to get my self ready and packed up.
Walking out into the lobby rolling my overnight luggage, I spotted Marcel and Jackson. We were dressed casually to catch this flight home.
"Marcel, you found a house yet, or you're still gonna' wait?" I walked up to them.
He stretched his arm up, popping it. "Bria's suppose to be looking, she's meeting with the realtor. We need more space for the kids. We're bringing them out here permanently when we find a spot. —We're keeping them in Toronto with our parents to finish the school year."
"That's crazy; it's been a minute since I saw them."
"I still need to meet them," Jackson added.
"They'll be here soon enough to get on both of your nerves." We chuckled as we got on the elevator.
"How's LA treating you, Jackson?" I asked while we waited in the elevator.
"Man it's a lot, the women are so beautiful. I feel like I'm in a movie."
"Don't get caught up. Have fun but don't fuck around and get into some shit. It's real easy to do out here, especially Hollywood. Keep your eyes open. You're a single young black man with a lot of money and fame. I repeat to keep your eyes open." I stressed to him.
"I'm doing me."
"Aight, Los Angeles ain't Houston." I peered at him.
"You wouldn't catch me in a situation unless I choose it. Besides, I like mature seasoned women, who know how to cook like grandma used to." He paused as we got off the elevator. "I don't know maybe that's the country boy in me, but I only date older women."
"Nothing wrong with that."
"What about you mysterious Zo? What's dating life for you like?" Jackson felt the need ask and of course Marcel had his ears ready.
I laughed, shaking my head. "Why everybody always pushing this subject on me? I'm not dating anybody. I keep telling you that."
"If I was to introduce you to someone or if your ideal woman was to walk by, what would she be like?"
"The golden question!" Marcel dapped Jackson up as we got on the bus.
I waited until we were seated to answer. They looked on taking their seats waiting.
