"Chriiiiis." Lira called.

"I'm coming." I slid my hat on then headed downstairs. When I saw what she was wearing, my damn jaw almost fell off.

"I thought we was going to dinner?" I asked

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"I thought we was going to dinner?" I asked.

"We are...come on." She came and grabbed my hand. "I got us reservations at Catch." She turned around and started walking to the door and the view was amazing.

The little devil on my shoulder told me to make that ass mine tonight but Sabrina kept popping up in my head.

Her ass had a mind of its on. It took everything in me not to smack it. And I'm not usually into super thick girls, Sabrina was the thickest and she only had big thighs, that ass was straight pancake. It had a little jiggle to it. But Lira cold as hell, ain't no denying that.

They say thick chicks can't take dick. I'm the type of nigga that'll make you take it. I ain't got all of this for nothing. What nigga want only 50% of their dick wet? Come on now.

We climbed inside of her BMW and she pulled off. That's another plus, she got something good going with this real estate stuff. She sell multi million dollar homes so I know the commission is amazing. It would be nice to have a girl that I don't have to take care of.

"What you over there thinking about?" She gripped my hand.

"Nothing. I'm just enjoying the ride."

"Mmhm, probably day dreaming about that girl."

"I'm really not thinking about her. Somebody else is on my mind actually."

"Oh really?" Lira looked at me and bit her lip. "I wonder who?"

I smiled at her then looked back at the road. I'm not about to let this chick know that I'm sweating her.

We pulled up to Catch and these guys just popped up out of no where with cameras. When I got out they started yelling my name.

I haven't even played my first game and I got paparazzi chasing me down. Lira got out and put on this long black coat then came and grabbed my hand and we headed inside.

"That was crazy." I said.

"Well you better get used to it Mr. NBA star."

I will never understand that job. You so desperate for money so you stalk famous people for a simple ass picture. I guess it's double the money if you catch them doing wild shit.

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