Page 39 of Full Court Press

“You ain’t gon’ touch her. Take yo’ ass to wherever the fuck you came from, Nia, before I seriously hurt your feelings in this bitch.” I stood, towering over her, and watched her shrink before me. Her eyes watered as she stared at me, but I felt no remorse for her. She was doing too fucking much.

I turned to Piper. “Baby, we can go eat some⁠—”

“No. I’m hungry as hell and not about to wait at another restaurant. Sit.” The command in her voice made me smirk, grab Kiyanne from her carrier, and reclaim my seat.

“Okay,” Nia said, nodding. “I’ma see both of you motherfuckas soon.” She stormed off, and my head swayed, feeling exhausted from Nia’s antics. Out of all the shit she’d just done, Kiy wasn’t even a fucking thought to her.

“I’m sorry about that.”

She waved me off. “I’m not worried about her. If she had tried anything, I was going to mace her and her rat pack of friends.”

“I’ma handle her. I promise,” I told her, taking her by the hand.

“I know you will. Since you’re trying to prove yourself worthy, I’ll give you room to do so.”

“Does that mean you’re open to exploring this with me?” I asked, trying to hide my excitement.

I watched her lips curl into a smile before she pecked my lips. “I guess so. Don’t play me, and we’ll be good.”

“Never that, baby. Never that.”

One Month Later

“Girl, you working wit’ some ass, yeah! Ya bad, yeah!” Braelyn hyped me as I bent over and did a little twerk. We were currently in our dorm, getting ready to go to the Eagles’ homecoming football game with Gennel and Jessica. Since Kiy was sick, Khalil wouldn’t make it, and I was bummed. But that precious baby needed her daddy’s TLC since he had been sharing some of it with me.

But he promised to meet me at the homecoming dance later.

This past month with Khalil had been . . . otherworldly.

I honestly couldn’t believe how much our relationship had progressed over the past month. Since agreeing to be his girlfriend, all he did was spoil me, court me, and give me so much sex that I found myself craving him more and more every day. I didn’t want to use the word love, because the thought terrified me. But I could feel myself falling with each day we spent together.

If someone had told me that my last year at True would be like this, I would have laughed in their faces. My father was the first man to break my heart, and I hadn’t been able to see past the pain to allow anyone in.

Khalil was slowly changing that, even when I continued to fight against what I felt for him.

“Piper, your booty is so big. I know your mama got one too!” Braelyn exclaimed, taking her hand and bouncing one of my cheeks in her palm.

My attire for the day was a pair of black Balmain jeans, Khalil’s black-and-yellow jersey, and black Nike Air Force 1s.

I laughed. “Let me find out you’re into girls, Braelyn.”

“As if! I’m just complimenting a beautiful woman with a booty I wish I had,” she said, laughing. “But if I were, I’d definitely try to get on.”

I laughed. “And you’d miss.”

“Khalil sure didn’t miss.” She wiggled her brows with a silly smile on her face. “That man is obsessed with you, girl.”

“You think. . .” My voice trailed as I looked at her. “You think he’s being straight up with me?”

“What do you mean? Look around you. The man upgrades your whole wardrobe, buys you a whole bedroom set, gives you money, and takes you out on dates. What more do you need to know that he’s crazy about you?”

“That’s material stuff, Braelyn.”

“Okay. Has he given you any reason to feel as if he’s not being genuine?”

I shook my head. “No, but when I’m not with him, I would never know what he’s doing.” I hated to sound insecure, but a part of me still felt as if this was all a dream. That I’d wake up back in the lounge while Sabrina and his friend hunched in my bed.

Sabrina and their crew weren’t too happy about seeing Khalil and me together. They called me a gold digger, a user, and not his type. Khalil had to check them all about me, and I didn’t like that he had to. Those were his friends, and not that I gave a rat’s ass, but I didn’t like to see the asshole crew at odds.