I'd Rather Be Single 2 (13 page)

As
soon as I met Breal, we clicked. She had such a beautiful spirit, she was hood, but she was real at the same damn time. We hit it off right away. She said that she was from Brooklyn and that she felt right at home here in Boston. Her man, Mavis, was in the NFL for four years, but they been together for seven years and had a one year old baby together.

You could tell
Breal was seasoned on being an athlete’s girl. She was waving at people and even knew some of the staff. She led us over to the field closer to where the players were. “I would introduce y’all to some of the other wives and girlfriends, but I don’t have time for them bitches today. Some of them be on their high horses and stay with their defenses up because they know their man may have invited their mistress to watch them play too. That’s why they were looking at y’all like y’all had five damn heads.”

“I figured that.” I
nodded.

“Plus
, y’all are beautiful and they get intimidated easily. At first glance, they think everyone is a groupie and that everyone wants their man.” She rolled her eyes to the sky.

Our conversation was interrupted by the coach’s loud whistle. All the players lined up and when
Courtney spotted me, he winked.

“Mmm.” Breal hummed.
“Girl, Courtney is one fine man. Dalia told me that was your boo.”

“Yeah, we been going pretty hard.”
I blushed.

“
That’s what’s up. Him and Mavis are pretty tight. Put my number in your phone, Tyra. We should hang out sometime, because this bitch right here stay dissing me for Seary.” She gave Dalia a playful push.

Dalia blushed. “Don’t hate, you know I have to steal him away from Mavis to even get
a little bit of time with him.”

Breal laughed. She had one of them loud smoker
’s laughs, it was scruffy and loud. I couldn’t believe she was actually engaged to a football player. She was one cheeseburger away from a fat mess. She had on blue jean shorts that seemed like she made them herself and her t-shirt looked like it could be her man’s.

“Yeah, them niggas are
inseparable. Tyra, did she tell you that Seary and Mavis got a hood bromance going on? They are best friends, they went to all the same schools, and were fortunate enough to get drafted to the same team.”

“Nah, I actually had no idea.” I said.

I watched Dalia and Breal’s interactions. They were smiling and joking with each other the whole time. To have known each other for such a short amount of time, their connection was strong. Breal’s personality was infectious, and I really took a liking to her. We exchanged numbers and promised to keep in touch.

After practice
, both Breal and Dalia got to see their men outside of the practice building, but Court told me that he had another meeting. I felt left out and almost embarrassed. I honestly wanted to smack the shit out of him. It was humiliating, watching Dalia and Breal with their men while I watched from afar. But I was trying to trust Court and be patient with him. If he had a meeting, then I had to understand.

The next
day, I sent a text to Court telling him how much I missed him since we couldn’t see each other that often due to the camp schedule. He texted me back and said that he would rush home after camp, quickly whip us both something quick to eat, spend some time with me and then rush back to make curfew. I was elated! I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face after reading his text. Not only had I only gotten dick a few times while he was at summer camp because of his demanding curfew, but I was yearning for some quality time with him as well. I didn’t pressure him about spending time with me, because I knew how demanding football was. They had to keep their heads in the game, because any slip up could cause them to get cut, so I tried to not to put any new stress on his head. Understanding was an understatement to what kind of girlfriend I was.

It would be hours before Courtney got off camp
, so since I had the day off, I decided to utilize the gym in my apartment building. A routine I had picked up since Courtney’s body was so tight. Shit, I wanted to maintain my sexy to keep his ass on his toes.

I
jogged the last fifteen minutes on the treadmill and then drank a large cup of water before heading to the elevator. I used the towel around my neck to wipe some of the sweat off my forehead as I walked toward the lobby. At night, they dimmed the lights in the lobby area, but I could see that the concierge was asleep at the front desk. The building was quiet, and all you could hear was the concierge’s ass snoring.

As I
drew closer to the elevator, I saw a distorted image of someone in one of the lobby chairs. I couldn’t make out the face until a glow crept into view.

She sat up and
spoke with hostility in her tone. “I heard you ran into my man the other day.”

The voice made my heart thump
and it stopped me in my tracks.

“Rosslyn?”
I asked, squinting my eyes.

She sat up in the chair
and her hostile face was revealed.

“What the fuck are you doing at my apartment?”

Her face was frowned to the third degree and her presence was menacing. “Sending you another warning, bitch!”

She stood
to her feet and flashed her left hand. “We are engaged, Michael and I are getting married!” I saw a large ring on her finger.

I was confused, either this bitch was crazy or Michael was crazy for proposing to two women.

“Stay the FUCK away from him!” her voice grew louder.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” The concierge woke up
and rushed to my side to assess what was going on. Rosslyn threw on her black hood, sank her head down and sped out of the building.

I snapped at the
dumb ass concierge. “Don’t ask me what’s going on, you should keep closer watch on who you let in the building! This is the third time y’all got caught slipping. I don’t even feel safe in my own fuckin’ apartment!”

“Calm down
ma’am, what happened?”

I
didn’t even feel like explaining. I was pissed beyond measure. The frumpy non-shaved Haitian concierge didn’t make matters any better, he was clueless. “You know what? It doesn’t even matter. Just make sure you stay awake out here to see who comes in and out of the building, before I have to inform Emma about her
sleeping
employee.”

“Why it gotta be like that?” he pled.

“Just do your job, yo.”

I mashed the elevator button and
held my beating chest. I didn’t understand why this bitch felt the need to keep tormenting me. Michael was in my past. And how she knew that I saw Michael recently was puzzling to me. It wasn’t like my encounter with Michael was on purpose. Rosslyn was on some other shit, either she was following me, or following him.

Thoughts of Rosslyn were getting to me as I tried to settle
into my apartment. My phone vibrated with a text from Court and it stole my thoughts away from Rosslyn.

Hey babe, I gotta cancel our
dinner date tonight, I'm gonna be in the gym all night because I don’t feel like I brought my A-game to practice today. You know how I feel about underperforming, I gotta step up.

His text
disappointed me. I missed him like shit, and it would have been so comforting having him near me after that bullshit with Rosslyn. I texted him back on my understanding shit, but at this rate, being an understanding girlfriend was really getting on my fuckin’ nerves.

Ok babe, don't overwork yourself.

I tossed my phone on my bed and took a shower.

All that night
, thoughts of Rosslyn were fuckin’ with me. There could be a chance that I ran into her again and I didn’t like that feeling. I also couldn't fight these undeniable feelings I still had for Michael. For some reason, I couldn't shake him after our last encounter.

I
had nothing to do for the night. Once again, I was alone. I listened to some music and then tried to find something to watch on TV, but there was nothing on nor could I fall asleep. I lay in bed facing the ceiling, when Court texted me with a picture attached, it instantly made me smile. It was a picture of him in the gym looking sexy as fuck. Sweat adorned his massive tattoos and his caramel muscles appeared tight and hard. You could see the determination in his eyes; it looked like he put some work in at the gym. I wanted to jump through the phone and lick the sweat off him. I hopped out of bed, went to the mirror, unwrapped my hair, threw on some make-up and grabbed my Patriots hat. I flicked on the lights in the bathroom, took a picture of my nude body with just the Patriots hat on in my full-length bathroom mirror and I sent it to him.

Babe, I'm on my way.
He texted back as soon as he received the picture.

I was cracking up because my pictures got him every time.

I'll be waiting for you babe.
I texted back.

Well
, you know it’s already eight o’clock, so it’s already late. I can only stay for a little while so that I can make curfew.

Any time with you is time enough for me babe.
I sent back.

Dalia text
ed me right after I texted Court, to tell me that she was going to stay over at Breal’s for the night because Breal hated being alone in her large house while Mavis was away at camp.

I text
ed her back, explaining what happened with Rosslyn, and to just watch her back when she came home in the morning. Ten minutes later, she texted back telling me that she told Breal all about Rosslyn’s craziness and that Breal was going to let her hold on to her gun for protection. I sent her back a smiley face because I knew she had to be joking. Then I told her that I would be spending some time with my boo and to have a good night.

I anticipated the alone time with my
babe. I texted him to let him know that the door would be unlocked. I lit candles, popped one of the bottles of Rose Moet that Dalia got from Seary and filled up two glasses. I was so looking forward to seeing Court, since he initially canceled on me. I felt like a little girl in a candy store. I oiled my skin and kept on only the Patriots hat and waited for my man on the bed.

I heard him come in. He opened my bedroom door,
took a glance at me sitting up naked on my sleigh bed, peeped the candles on my dresser and licked his lips. Without words, he grabbed his glass of Moet, downed it and then picked up mine and took it back as well. I stretched a smile because I loved when my baby got turnt up. He played Pandora on his phone and sat it on the dresser. The first song that played was Future’s song, "I'm Looking for Her"
.
This was our song! Every time we were in the club together, he would always sing the chorus to me. He would tell me that he's no longer looking for her, because he found her, me. The music set the mood to a romantic height and passion filled the room.

"Mmmm
," he mumbled as I licked my lips, sinking flat on my back so that he could have his way with me.

He
stripped off his clothes and crawled on top of me. He took the Patriots hat off my head and turned it to the back on his head. He looked like a naked gangsta, exuding explosive sex appeal. Immediately turned on, I got wet even before he touched me. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. Something about a naked, buff nigga with his hat turned to the back made me weak. The fact that I loved him made it even greater.

"You're mine babe? All this beauty is mine?" he whispered
, eyeing my flawless body.

"You know I'm yours
, baby."

"Can I eat my pussy?"
he asked, kissing his way down my belly.

I bit my bottom lip and locked my eyes with him. "Eat it
, daddy."

He kept his
eyes on mine as he made his way down to my wet pussy.

"Mmm." I moaned.
His tongue was now drawing circles on my clit.

"Yes baby." I
let out moans of seduction. “Yes. Ooooh!”

I
played with my nipples, squirming as he ate me gently and sensually, sucking on all the right places. He watched as I played with my titties, and it seemed to be turning both me and him on at the same time. The passion was so intense that I felt myself climaxing in no time. He kept his mouth on my clit as I released my juices into his mouth. I was so weak, I couldn't back away.

"Mmm, you taste so good."

“Oooh. Oooooh baby, yessss!!!” I squirted all in his mouth.

He
kept his mouth gripped on my clit before lifting his head. “Oooh Courtney.” He sucked out every bit of my goodness. And when he finished, he took his tongue and licked around my shaved lips, showing me that he enjoyed every single ounce of my juices.

"You ready for
Big Meat?" he asked, stroking Big Meat in front of me.

He was
about to put it inside of me, but I sat up. "Not yet baby."

I grabbed
Big Meat stroking it into my mouth. I slurped it, jerked it, spit on it, making it as wet as possible. I kept my mouth wrapped around the head of his dick, playing with it with my tongue while stroking his dick.