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Baller Wives Club
“Let The Games Begin”
I was frozen and couldn’t move but the anger bubbling up inside of me shifted my right foot forward, then my left. Rage bawled my fists up and adrenaline lunged my steps into action. My eyes were fixed at the end of the hall and I was coming. I felt like an enraged bull on the charge except my cape wasn’t red; it was black and blonde. My steps were so hard and deliberate that I though the taps on my Louboutins were going to fly off.
“This m*********** done tried me” I huffed
Jasper’s ass was still skinnin’ and grinnin’ and never looked up. I think what enraged me the most was that he still didn’t notice that I was even there or that I was coming for his head and those bitches’ a****. I’m going to slap the dog s*** out of him then grab and bash one or both of these trashy whores who in reality probably wouldn’t even give him the time of day if he wasn’t who he’s become. These skanks never get enough but these two gone learn by example today. Everyone knows he has a girl and yet these b****** are here bouncing their titis all in his face? If they didn’t know about me, they were about fifteen feet from a brutal introduction.
I moved around a few people standing and some in conversation. I shifted my handbag to my shoulders and clinched my fists even tighter. I was about ten steps from being on their a**** when I felt my arm jerk backwards. I was spun around and came face to face with Prissy.
“Oh no baby, were not doing that. Calm down and get a hold of yourself there are cameras and reporters here. One leak of the new recruit’s girlfriend going ballistic while he signs autographs will spread like wildfire and the one thing that “strays” can smell is fear plus it’ll be all over the news and you’ll be humiliated. So slow your roll and breath” Prissy said to me intensely.
“But look at that disrespectful shit” I bit out through the hurt and embarrassment
“Girl, you’ve got to learn how to play this game. It’s about the title and in this game everybody is playing for a title. That’s where your power lies. Just like them we have to take hits, unfair calls and bad plays but the objective is to win the game then the championship. You want the ring right?”
“Yes” I said feeling deflated
“Then play for the ring….Let this one go. Smile and walk up on him like you belong at his side. Don’t mention what you saw here at all, not even at home. If you feel you need to blow off some steam, take your anger out on his pockets. Don’t get mad, go get s***, expensive s***. Let his credit card statement do the yelling”
“I can’t do that to him” I said
“But he can do that to you” she motioned over at Jasper and the blondes.
“You have to use your head, your heart’s only function is to keep you alive and that’s it.
Prissy held my gaze until she saw that I was calm enough to release my arm. The hallway was filling up now with reporters and players. When she saw her husband she smiled.
“I gotta go” she said walking off from me.
I took a deep breath and turned towards Jasper. I walked over and he smiled when he saw me. He put his arms around me and kissed me in front of the two heifers that had their breasts out for him moments ago. Their smiles turned to smirks and my straight face stayed put. Just then a reporter moved in with her cameraman pushing the blondes to the side and into the dim shade of the spotlight that my man and I now shared.
“Jasper, how does it feel to score your first NFL touchdown and the game winning touchdown for your team at that?” the reporter asked her face sincere and excited
“It feels incredible. The Sharks organization welcomed me in and believed in me and I’m ecstatic to show them that I will work hard and make big plays for the team”
“Desiree, you must be proud to see your guy do so well in his debut”
I was shocked that she turned the interview to me and knew my name. That was uncommon.
“I am so proud, he works hard and deserves it” I smiled at the camera but I was also serving notice on any and all “strays”. I tightened my grip around his waist and sharpened my eyes into the glare of the light. I wanted everybody to have a good long look at him, me, at us. This is what it is. No words were needed my nonverbal disposition said it all.
Jasper is my man and I’m not going anywhere…you see him, you see me….for those of you who don’t know, I’m Desiree….now you know b******.
“Hey Baby” I smiled when I saw Brett. My husband says my smile is one of the things he loves most about me so I make sure that he sees it often. I walked up to him and kissed him on his juicy full lips. I snaked my arm around his as we walked away from the chaos of reporters, players and drama down the hall.
“Are you going down to do press?”
“Nah, I did all I’m going to do in the locker room, Phoebe was in there”
“Okay” I said because Phoebe worked for ESPN so I knew he’d be on tonight. I loved watching him in the highlight clips and interviews on television. My baby was handsome and I loved knowing that the world was able to see it. His baby soft hair was full of dark curls that came into beautiful contrast with his rich dark skin. His thick silky eyebrows rested on top of his deep set brown eyes and his silky lashes completed the irresistible look. He towered over me at six feet, two inches of lean rock hard goodness and always smelled like the good life. My husband was not only rich, famous and successful he was damn fine.
We were on our way to the private elevator when we heard “Daddy!” Brett whipped around to see B.J. running toward him full speed. He bent down to scoop him up and throw him into the air before he kissed and hugged him.
“What’s up man?” Brett asked B.J. as Chante made her way up to us. She was dressed in a nice Kate Spade goddess dress and sandals an obvious testament of a thick child support check. She walked up and said to Brett.
“I couldn’t keep him still the whole game. He was all over the place when he saw his daddy on the field”
“Yeah, is that right B.J.?”
“Yes, I’m going to play football like you daddy when I get big” B.J. stretched his arms above his head and my husband smiled.
I stood there quiet in the midst of the family moment but my eyes stayed on my husband and B.J., I wouldn’t dare look Chante’s way so she could gloat. Having my husband’s only child was the one thing she had on me. Brett and I have tried getting pregnant for the past few years but no cigar. The one time I did conceive ended in a miscarriage three months later and I haven’t been pregnant since. Each month I pray that my period misses it’s date but like clockwork, never tardy and never delayed it comes on time and my heart is crushed. I want to give my husband a child actually I desire it more than anything in the world, especially since he loves children more than anyone I’ve ever known. The way he is with B.J. only causes me to fall in love with him over and over again. I just wish that he could give some of that love to a child that he and I have made.
A few months ago when Brett and I were having problems which I still feel stems from us not being able to have a child almost brought us to the brink of separation. He says that me not being able to conceive has nothing to do with it but I know better. He always says that the only thing missing in our home is a child.
“I want a family with my wife!” he yelled that night and it almost made me shatter to pieces when he did. The hurt and anguish in his eyes that night is unforgettable and I can’t shake the way his eyes peered through me. Brett left the house that night, the first time and only time that we’ve ever slept apart. When he returned home the next morning, I didn’t ask any questions I just kissed him and held him. And still to this moment I don’t know where he was.
I looked over at Chante; she was looking at my wedding ring. Our eyes met and like always there was an unspoken and unsettled fury in hers. She smiled and asked Brett
“Should I just expect him home later because I don’t think he’s willing to leave with me”
I looked back at Brett who was holding a son that was obviously so in love with his father. I felt my heart sank.
“Yeah, he’s not going to let me go” Brett told her
“Give Mommy a kiss B.J.”
B.J. leaned over and kissed his mother on the lips. It was one of the sweetest sights anyone could witness.
“Okay, I’ll come around 7 to get you” she said to her son
“Okay” he smiled
Brett lifted him B.J. onto his shoulders and we turned to leave. We took no more than six steps when B.J. yelled
“Mommy! I forgot to give my baby brover a kiss”
He squirmed and Brett placed him onto the floor. B.J. turned and ran back towards his mother. He ran straight to her stomach and framed it with his tiny hands. There was a small baby bump that stuck out beneath her dress. My eyes, heart my whole body froze at the sight. She was pregnant. Chante laughed, her stomach giggling as her son kissed it. I couldn’t move, I tried to but couldn’t move. My eyes were glued to her stomach.
“Bye Bryson” B.J. said then ran back to his father
I raised my eyes to Chante’s and this time they were met with a silent confidence in hers. She turned on her heels and walked away.
She looked to be about four months pregnant, which is exactly how long ago it was that my marriage was about to end.