Sorry I had to cut it so short last time. I was in the presence of my baller and was posting from my ipad. lol Anyway, where were we?

Oh yeah.

So Stacey and I were in his room eating dinner before he left for his game. We had fallen hard for each other in the last 24 hours and I didn't want it to end. But I was hiding a terrible secret that I would definitely change things, if found out. And the fact that I had let this lie go on like this was absolutely not helping the situation AT ALL. I sat with my head down while listening to the cop explain the process that we'd have to take to recover the stolen items. He'd already canceled his card and we figured the cash was long gone. Well. I knew it was because I had it in my pocket as we spoke. I wanted to pull out the wad of cash, throw it on the table and run out of the room but now i'd be facing jail time. Falsifying a police report, burglary, and who knows what else. So I kept lying. The police eventually left and Stacey and I sat quietly. He knew, I could tell. We laid in the bed for about an hour before hed left for his game. Saying nothing. When it was time to go we hugged and kissed and parted ways. I was physically sick for the next few days. I didn't hear from Stacey. I was watching ESPN when my phone rang. It was him. This was odd because his game was starting in a few minutes.

"Tell Me The TRUTH Bri" he yelled,.,

DAMN. I sat quietly.

"please. My game is about to start and my mind is not in the right place. I been playing like s*** since I left. Just tell me the truth. The four seasons called, they said they'd reviewed the tape and there's no way that the room service girl could have done it. She never entered the room she just pushed the table in. Babe why didn't you just ell the truth" he pleaded with me.

I sat quietly. i wanted to hang up and never talk to him again. i was mortified.

"please tell me something, i want to forgive you. why'd you do it?" he said. Then it hit me, this nigga was sprung! He sounded like he was gonna cry so I beat him to it. I bust out crying and apologizing. I told him that i was so sorry and that I'd done it while i was drunk and didn't know how to come clean. I told him that it was killing me inside and that he was too good of a guy to deserve anything like that. I told him that I had repented and prayed for gods forgiveness and that I hoped he could forgive me also. We cried.

He said he'd call me during halftime. I hung up, and giggled. I had f***** his mind up so bad that he was more emotional about the whole thing than I was.

Sure enought halftime rolled around and I received a four page text message from Stacey. He explained that he wasn't angry just disappointed. He said that he forgave me and that we were going to have to work on getting things back to normal then he said something that really shocked me. He said the only way to make up for it was to ask him to pay my rent. I told him the money i stole was because I behind on rent and didn't have a solution. He said I had to now ask him to pay the rent in full. Yes you're reading correctly. I stopped. I figured he wanted me to ask so he could say no and embarrass me. I was wrong.

I texted back: I'm behind on my rent and i'm not sure how I'm gonna pay it, can you help me?

Stacey texted: yes, how much do you need.

me: $900

Stacey: I'll call you when I get to western union tomorrow.

WTF.

Sure enough bright and early the next morning Stacey call to tell me that he had wired $1800. I was nervous, i thought maybe someone would be waiting for me at western union to kick my ass, the money wouldnt be there but the cops would be and I would be arrested, anything. I didn't go. A few hours later he called back to make sure I got it. I was flabbergasted. I pulled myself outta bed, went across the street, and collected my cash. It was all there.

Stacey and I continued to talk for months. I had flown into to his city multiple time and even considered moving to be near him. He'd been paying the rent at my place since the incident and had pronounced his love for me on many occasions. I thought I'd hit the groupie jackpot, I'd landed my baller. and I was right. I was well on my way to the altar until my groupie ways caught up with me.