63. Shoot

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"He knows I'm back in town and he wants to meet up." I told Justin. He took my phone, answered and put it on speaker.


"No, this is Justin."

"Why you answering her phone?"

"Because I'm her boyfriend and I don't want you calling her!"

"I don't give a fuck what you want! I'll call her when I want to call her. This has nothing to do with-"

"She doesn't want to talk to you! She doesn't want anything to do with you. You put your hands on her, and you think she wants to talk to you?!"

Justin was turning red. I rubbed his chest to calm him down. I reached for my phone, to hang it up. Justin grabbed it and walked away. I hopped off the counter and went after him.

"I'm going to see her. You can't do shit to stop me."

"I swear to god, bro, if you come near her you will regret it."

"You won't do shit."

"I'll kick your ass worst than last tim-"

"Justin, that's enough." I shouted, grabbed the phone and hung up. "How long has he been calling you?" He sent me a look. 

"It started today. He texted me a little while ago." I looked down at my phone. 

"Why didn't you tell me?" 

"It just happened, Justin!"

"You better not plan on seeing him." Justin warned. 

"Why would I want to see him?" I stated. He shrugged. 

"I don't trust him." 

"Neither do I." I threw my phone on the couch. 

"I'll fuck him up." Justin had this look on his face that I've never seen before.

"Please stop." I glanced away from the intense stare. 

"He better not come near you." 

"Okay Justin!" 

"No, this is not okay! He hit you, now he's trying to see you! Then what?! What does he plan on doing once he sees you?!" Justin shouted.

"I don't know! I don't know! I don't want to see him! I don't want anything to do with him. So stop! Stop yelling at me!" I pleaded. 

"Aye. What's going on?" Za came into the room.

Thankfully, the doorbell rung. Justin left our intense conversation to answer it. Our Chinese arrived. 

"Nothing." I sat on the couch. 

"You look like you're about to cry Ri." Za sat next to me. 

"I'm fine." I moved my hair out my face.

Za nodded and turned to Justin. 

"Is that food I see?!" 

"Yeah man. Chinese." Justin informed. Za jumped off the couch. 

My phone went off again. I took a swift peek at Justin. He was already looking at me. I grabbed it. It was Orlando calling again. I walked out of the room and answered the phone.

"Orlando, you need to stop. Don't call me anymore. I don't want to see you. I don't want to talk to you. I'm changing my number. Leave me alone."

"Sounds like Justin has you wrapped around his finger. Thought you were stronger than that.

"I'm happy with Justin. I've never been happier in my life. Don't call me anymore."

"We still have unfinished business!"

I hung up the phone. 

"It was him, wasn't it?" I heard Justin's voice. 

"Mhmm." I looked over my shoulder. "I'm going to get my number changed tomorrow." I reassured. 

"Baby, I trust you. I don't trust him. I don't want you to get hurt. That's all." Justin walked up to me.

"I know."

"I told you from the beginning, I'm going to do everything I can to protect you." He wrapped his around my waist and kissed my shoulder. He squeezed me. 

"You're squishing me." I wiggled. 

"Let's go eat." He kissed my cheek and released me. We walked back into the kitchen.

After I ate, I wandered around the house. I found a gym and decided to shoot the ball around. The sound of the ball repeatedly hitting the ground and echoing, had a certain calmness to it. Life has been hectic lately. It feels good to have some time to myself.

I stood back, bounced the ball a few times and flicked my wrist. The ball shimmied through the hoop. I ran up to catch it. 

"Let's make things interesting." I found Justin smirking.

"What you have in mind boss?" I threw him the ball. 

"Every shot I make..." He shot the ball and it went in the basket. "You take off a piece of clothing." He ran after the ball.

"Are you serious?" 

"Yup, what you say?" 

"Let's go. Good luck passing me." I stood back. 

"Ladies first." He passed me the ball. 

"Where do you want me to shoot from?" I asked.

Justin walked behind me, grabbed my hips and pulled me back. 

"Right here." He said. I looked towards the basket. I confidently dribbled the ball a couple of times and shot it. Nothing, but net. I walked over to Justin and knocked off his hat. 

"Your turn." I fetched the ball and tossed it to him.

"I want you over here." I directed. He walked over. I stood in front of him. 

"What you doing?"

"Shoot the ball." I said. He got in his form. I wiggle my bum against him when he shot it. He missed. I laughed and ran after the ball.

"That's how we're playing?" 

"Yuuup." I grinned. 

"Get over here." He ordered. I walked over to him. "Shoot." He said. I got in my form and prepared to shoot. I shot the ball and my bum was smacked. I didn't even hit the rim.

"Justin!" I shouted. 

"Hahaha!" Justin teased. 

"Shoot the ball!" I ordered. 

He shot it and it went in. Damn. He came over to me. I sighed. He smiled and danced in front of me while taking off my shirt, leaving me in my bra. Justin tossed me the ball. 

"Shoot from anywhere." 

"Okay." I went straight to the rim and did a lay up. 

"That's too easy!" He whined. 

"Off with your shirt!" I clapped. He stripped it off and tossed it to the floor. "I like this game." I smiled.

Justin went to shoot the ball, but I ran up and blocked it. I grabbed the ball and went up for another lay up. 

"Drop your pants." I dribbled the ball. 

"You're so slick." He said as he unbuckled his pants.

I decided to go over and help. They dropped to his ankles, but before I knew it, Justin had the ball. He ran to the basket and dunked it. 

"That's some bullshit." I mumbled. "Come here, girl." He stood by the wall.

I walked over and stood before my hormone-driven boyfriend. Justin began undoing my pants. I chuckled at the lust in his eyes. He held me by my waist, to pull my pants down my legs. Then, threw the pants and placed me back on the floor.

"You cheated." I playfully pushed him. 

"Don't be a sore loser." He pinned me against the wall. 

"I'm winning. What are you talking about?" 

"I think I am." He grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist.

"You're no-" I was interrupted by Justin's kiss. He pushed me closer to the wall. The kissed became rough. I held his face in my hands and deepened the kiss. He gripped my thighs tighter. I faintly moaned.

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