Aya Underwood entered the club , pushing past the heavy brass doors along with her three bestfriends Kaia, Zolee and Yara. After a long grueling day of work dealing with the NBA Draft 2015 class she was spent and confused.
She was studying photography at Georgetown and luckily had earned a spot shadowing the photographer dealing with them, therefore she had to position the lighting and the boys and dodge a few advances from them in the process.
Some were aggressive, and some were passive but there was one whose face she'd never forget. Partly because he was the first face she saw when she'd finally gotten to the back of the club.
They'd connected , he beckoned to her, she came.
That night , over a bottle of champagne , and an intensely long conversation his voice became her aphrodisiac and her smell became his.
Surprisingly she wasn't his that night. She had a life, ambition , she didn't want to be another groupie or tryst.
He wanted her by any means , Devin Booker , always got what he wanted.
He pursued her for two weeks , they grew a friendship somewhere in between albeit a fragile one.
He got drafted.
Her internship in New York was coming up.
The night before he left for Phoenix , she left her inhibitions , her sense and he left her speechless.
They disconnected shortly after , she never saw him again unless it was on a TV Screen. He was Devin Booker and nine months later, she was the mother of his child.
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Freefall | Devin Booker
RomansaAya paced back and forth as the phone rung. Was she doing the right thing? It had been so long. How would he even respond? She looked through the window into room 6. Saw the pale hands of its patient and sighed, this was her only option. She examine...
