Markell
Boom!
Boom!
Markell's eyes popped open at the sound of someone knocking, matter of fact banging on his front door. He sat up in his king sized bed with a mean mug, annoyed that someone had the audacity to be banging at his door on a Sunday morning waking him up out of his sleep.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The loud banging continued. Markell reached over to the nightstand next to his bed and pulled his gun out the first draw, whoever was at his fucking door must of had a death wish this morning he thought to himself. He lazily stepped out of his bed with just his boxers on, durag on his head, and a gold chain around his neck. He exited his bedroom and quickly walked to the front door.
"Who the fuck is it?" He spat looking through his peep hole
"Open this fucking door Markell!" A females high pitched voice hollered
"Fuck!" Markell cursed at the sight of Naomi standing outside his door with her hands on her hips
Naomi was a fine ass girl that he had sex with regularly. They never went out on dates, trips, or anything like that. From Markell's perspective, Naomi was just someone he called when he needed to get his rocks off, nothing more nothing less. He didn't want a relationship with her or any other female for that matter and he let Naomi know that months ago when they first started fucking around but for some reason she couldn't get that through her big ass head.
"Yeah I got your fuck!" Naomi yelled "Open the damn door!" She kicked on his front door
Markell swung the door open, "Aye chill the fuck out! I got neighbors and I don't need them bringing the police around my shit!" He yelled
Markell stayed in a three bedroom townhouse on the southside of Atlanta, not too far from where he grew up.
"Well you should've answered the door the first time I knocked dummy!" Naomi spat before pushing her way into his house
Markell let out a frustrated sigh as he closed and locked the front door.
"What the hell do you want Naomi?" He asked looking at her
He couldn't deny the fact that Naomi was beautiful, she was a mixture of Indian and African American. She stood to be about 5 feet, 6 inches, and she had long dark hair that touched her ass. Her dark brown eyes were covered by the black sun glasses she wore and her full lips were covered with lip gloss. Her C cup breast sat up in the graphic Tupac shirt she wore, and the gray leggings she had on clung to her thighs and ass like a second layer of skin.
"Why the fuck weren't you answering your phone last night?" She asked taking her sunglasses off and looking at him
Markell shook his head before sitting his gun on the living room table.
"What the fuck is it to you? We ain't together Naomi, how many times I gotta tell your delusional ass that?" He asked annoyed with her presence already
Naomi pushed him in his chest, "Stop fucking me like we are together then!" She yelled
She was tired of Markell playing with her feelings. They've been dealing with each other for about five months now and he showed no signs of wanting to be in a relationship with her but yet he stuck his dick in her whenever he pleased and she was sick of the roller coaster ride he had on her.
Markell smirked, "Stop opening your legs then, I don't force you to have sex with me." he stated
Naomi mushed Markell in his head, "Fuck you Markell!" she yelled angry that he was right
"Bit-" Markell caught himself "Naomi, keep your fucking hands off me" He said calmly
Although Markell would never put his hands on a woman, he wasn't going to allow a woman to put her hands on him. He didn't care how good Naomi's pussy was, she could get cut off with a quickness.
Naomi rolled her eyes at him, "You still haven't answered my question Markell."
"Cause I don't have to Naomi." He walked past her and into his kitchen "We ain't together, I don't owe you no explanations" He shrugged his shoulders as he grabbed a bottle of water out the fridge and looked at Naomi who had followed him into the kitchen
Naomi looked at him confused, "Are you serious? So you can fuck on me whenever you please, but can't pick up the phone for me?"
"What is it that you want Naomi? In all honesty, I don't have to fuck with you. All this nagging shit is pissing me off." Markell stated bluntly ignoring her question
He couldn't wrap his mind around why Naomi couldn't understand that he did not want to be in a relationship with her. Sure, he liked her as a person, the sex was amazing, and she was a beautiful woman but that was about it. He didn't see a future with her and he damn sure didn't love her. His one and only love was basketball.
"I want you to answer the phone when I call, I want you to stop treating me like I'm some quick fuck, and I want you to love me like I love you!" She shouted with tears falling from her eyes
Markell's demeanor and tone shifted at the sight of seeing Naomi cry, he hated seeing women cry. For a second he started to feel bad for saying what he said, but then he realized that he was speaking his truth so the feeling left just as quick as it came.
"You don't love me Naomi, you don't even know shit about me besides the basics cause I don't tell you personal shit about me. I don't want a relationship right now, I like the way things are with us." He explained
Naomi wiped her tears, "Don't tell me how I feel Markell, and you like what? The sex we have? The pillow talk? Cause that's all we do."
"Yes!" Markell yelled "That's what I like about us, I can get my nut off with you, we kick shit for a while, and then we go our separate ways. Simple."
Naomi's nostrils flared, she couldn't handle the honesty that Markell was giving her right now. He was breaking her heart with every word he spoke.
"So that's it huh?" Naomi asked him.
She knew that it'd never be more with Markell no matter how badly she wanted it to be but somewhere in her heart she had hope for them.
"Honestly, that's all it'll ever be." Markell confirmed
"Call me when you come to your fucking senses nigga." Naomi cursed grabbing her Michael Kors bag and heading to the front door
She didn't want to hear the bullshit Markell was feeding her, she knew eventually he would come around to the idea of them being together. Until then, she planned on distancing herself from him.
"Yeah, ight." Markell simply said as he followed her to the front door
He watched as she swung it open and slammed it closed.
"Good fucking riddance." He said as he locked the door behind her
"Negative ass energy disrupting my morning." He complained as he made his way to the bathroom
He pissed in the toilet before flushing it and walking to the sink to wash his hands and brush his teeth. After doing so, he removed the durag off his head to oil his scalp. Good hair ran in Markell's family and it didn't miss him, he kept his long thick hair that stopped at his shoulders in two cornrows. His stylist would part his hair down the middle and braid the left side down first and then the right side, he'd then hit up his barber to line up his hairline and his goatee. Markell stuck by this routine and did it every two weeks, he was due for some fresh braids and a line up in a few days. His dark brown eyes complimented his almond color skin tone and whenever he smiled his deep dimples appeared. He was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. He stood to be 6 feet and 4 inches but he was also sturdy thanks to the long hours he put in at the gym during the week.
After oiling his scalp, Markell put his brown durag back over his braids and walked back into the kitchen to fix himself a bowl of cereal. He grabbed the cinnamon toast crunch box off the top of the refrigerator and grabbed a bowl out of the cabinet. Once he prepared his cereal to his liking, he went into the living room and turned on his 70 inch flat screen TV that was mounted onto the wall. As always his TV was on the sports center channel.
"Aye Duke!" Markell yelled out to his five month old pitbull
The light gray pitbull with light gray eyes to match came running into the living room at the sound of Markell's voice.
"Look, your boy on tv." He said with a big smile referring to himself
At the beginning of the year Markell secured a job as a sports analyst for the sports center channel and he loved it. Next to coaching basketball at the same high school he graduated from, being a sports analyst made his heart happy.
Duke barked as he looked at the tv and Markell laughed.
"You fucking with it huh?" Markell asked him as he looked at Duke and then back at the television
Him and his co host Dante had a thirty minute segment on the Celtics vs Warriors game that took place on Friday night. Markell loved basketball and nothing made him happier than being able to talk about it. He began eating his cereal as he continued to watch TV.
"Can't believe a nigga made it on the big screen." Markell gloated
Although this wasn't the first segment that he reported, he still felt proud every time he saw himself on TV. He sat quietly as the show went on commercial break. You were supposed to be in the game not talking about it. He thought to himself. There it was, the intrusive thoughts taking over, the regrets sinking in. Markell has been in love with basketball since he was a toddler. As a child and teenager he just knew he was going to make it into the NBA. But life had other plans, during his senior year of high school he tore his ACL in his knee and his dreams of making it into the pros went out the window. Years of physical therapy didn't heal his knee to what it was before, sure he could still hop on the court and make a few shots but he had lost the spark he had before, he couldn't play like how he did before and that broke him.
Now as a young adult, the what if's and what could've beens still haunted him. Yeah he was doing good for himself, he loved coaching his students at the high school and loved being a sport analyst just as much but it didn't amount to the love he had for actually being in the game. When he was on the court, he was "MK the Great", now he was just Markell Robinson. Some days he felt good about himself and where he was at in life but most days he felt like a failure. He felt like God had taken away the one thing he truly loved, basketball. His career was over before it even got the chance to start and Markell was angry about that. Oftentimes he wished he could rewind the hands of time to prevent himself from getting injured, he'd do anything to go back in time. The logical side of him knew that wasn't feasible though. His dream of becoming a NBA player died that night he got injured and honestly, a part of him died too.
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