Things were quiet the next day. Keith had practice and the tension between the group of was was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. I checked out of my hotel so that they could take me to the hotel early the following morning. Keith had grilled a few steaks dinner. Cam and the other guys kept themselves busy with video games, internet, and playing cards. I laid in the massive livingroom all day watching TV. Not much was said. Nathan had the nerve to come back over. He hung out downstairs most of the time but did watch a couple episodes of 'law & order' with me. He was surprisingly really gentle and respectful. We smoked a couple blunts and I went to prepare for my flight the next day. More importantly, I needed to talk to Stacey.

I went upstairs back to the scene of the crime and called my man. When he answered he sounded so bored, typical. He was a boring guy. I liked that about him but I was obviously having my fun elsewhere. He was just too good to understand some of my sinful obsessions so I never shared them with him. At least not intentionally. I was feeling so guilty. I was sitting in front of the mirror while I spoke to him. I could barely look at myself.

"babe?' I asked softly. "Whachu doinnn?"

"whats wrong little baby?" he replied in a matching whiny voice.

"DON'T MOCK ME" I said agressively.

"Is this what you called me for?" He was responded very quietly. He was always so pitiful. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm sorry my love. I'm just fussy. I'm ready to get out of this Detroit cold. How was your day?"

"It was really interesting, I heard some crazy s*** from my cousin about some chick up there. He said she's up there fucking and sucking everybody." he laughed. "He actually asked ME did I wanna come up there next time! She's supposed to be like some kinda 'SupaHead' or something... *sigh* THAT IS DISGUSTING!" He said in a tone I had never head before.

I said nothing for a while. I couldn't think of anything. I felt like the world had stopped.

"O Kayyyy. What are you telling me for?" I said in a very stern voice.

"BECAUSE you asked about my day!" he was getting louder. I had to difuse the situation.

"I miss you." I tried to sound as innocent and lonely as I could. I just felt in my heart that he knew.

"I know babe, I miss you too. You need to come see daddy. He's missing you too"  he was starting to turn me on. "Maybe we can try some new stuff that I heard, I wanna try it."

"Oh yea? Something like what daddy?" I licked my lips.

"I'll show you tomorrow"

"Stacey tomorrow?"

"Yes, tomorrow. You got my d*** hard. Cancel your flight home, I'm gonna have you come see me instead"

"ok, good" I had to sound happy. I wasn't. I had was worn out and tired of f******, and now I had to go f*** the nigga that I loved. I was only acting up because I didn't expect to see him for a few weeks. I felt worse. I couldn't believe I had to go see my nigga after the whoring I'd just done. Once we hung up I burst into tears. I ran a bath and attempted to wash my sins away. I cried, scrubbed, cried and scrubbed some more. My skin was already burning from the scalding hot water, and after and hour or two of washing and srubbing my skin was raw. My eyes were puffy and my hair was a mess. I looked like s***; I felt like s***.

When I woke up the next morning I felt like I got hit by a truck. My whole body was sore. I could barely move. My eyes and face were swolen. This was gonna be a hell of a day. My car service was right on time for my flight home. I had Stacey book a flight a couple hours later. I never cancelled my ticket because with my lifestyle I knew I'd use it again. I got voucher for the value of it to use towards another flight. I made my way to the gate to catch a nap. I awoke sometime later thanks to someones screaming baby. I still had a while until my flight so I got some food and few cocktails. I had told Keith that I'd need to pay my rent when I got home so he had given me $1,300 dollars when I left. I ran up a hundred dollar tab at the airport and gotten a little more drunk than I had originally intended.  I got to the gate and my flight was boarding. I don't remember anything until the flight attendant ask me was I planning on getting off of the plane. Everyone was gone except for the two of us. She informed me that she had a connecting flight and that I needed to hurry up. I gathered my thoughts and exited the plane. When I turned my phone on I realized that my plane had landed 20 minutes ago. I had a bunch of text messages from Stacey. He was outside wondering did I make my flight and was I ok. I told him I was on my way down. When I got to baggage claim there he was with my bag looking very lost and confused. I walked up to him and damn near collapsed in his arms. He had taken my bag down off the turnstyle and walked me to the car. He didn't say much and neither did I.  When we got to the house he had the place spotless. He put my bag in the bedroom and started to kiss me. I kissed him back then he told me to just sit down and relax. He said he understood that I was tired of traveling. He poured me a glass of Riesling (my favorite wine) and went to the kitchen. I couldn't stand being in the room alone so I followed him. I was so suprised when he started pulling things out of the fridge. He ws making dinner. Chicken with white wine sauce and lentils. It was ridiculously good. Throughout dinner we talked about the season and his recent injury. He asked about my sister and her baby and I lied. We headed to the bedroom. His bedroom was huge and had an amazing master bathroom basically inside of it. There was a huge tub at the far end of the room. He turned it on. He came back to me and rubbed my ass. I kissed his neck softly and he went to take off my shirt. I reached my hands up to help him and I winced in pain.

"you ok ma?" he said softly looking me in my eyes.

"I hate carrying luggage" I said with a smile.

We walked over towards the tub. There were purple rose pedals floating  on the water. It was impressive. Stacey was a nice guy but I'd never seen him really overly romantic. It was nice. As I got undressed he stared at me. He didnt say anything but I felt like he was looking at me strange. I asked him was everything ok but I knew what was wrong.

"How you get all those bruises babe?" he asked

"You know how clumsy I am went I get drunk.... and I was in an unfimilar place, I was bumping into everything" i said with a shrug. He nodded. I hurried up and got in the tub before he could get a closer look. in the tub I gave him a backrub and he returned the favor. He rubbed my whole body down but never once tried anything sexual. That was fine because I wasn't in the mood. We dried off and laid down. He watched sportscenter while I cuddled him. My leg resting on his dick was turning me on. I keot adjusting myself over him to fight the temptation.  He could obviously feel my frustration because he grabbed me tighter. I sighed deeply and tried to relax. Stacey turned off the television and looked at me. He rubbed my head and kissed my forehead. He was always so gentle. I climbed on top of him and kissed him. After all that f****** I was ready to make love and that was exactly Stacey's style... usually. He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me down.

"say hello to daddy baby" he whispered.

I obliged. Maybe I could get off while sucking his d*** and we could call it a night, I thought. I sucked the s*** out of his d*** while he laid back with his hands behind head watching me. He seemed like he was somewhere else. I bit him lightly to bring him back. After awhile he stopped me. He threw me down on the bed and shoved his d*** in me. It scared me. He started f****** me really hard. That was not like him, he was usually a slow sensual kind of guy. He was pounding my pussy so hard that I had to scream for him to stop. I pushed him off of me and yelled "what the f*** Stace?!". I looked at him like he was crazy. He shook his head like he was snapping out of some sick fantasy.  

"I'm sorry, I'm backed up. I missed this p****." he pumped softly. "Can we try something?".

"of course" I replied.

"I want to get rough" he said as he put his hand around my neck. I had never seen Stacey like this before and although it frightened me it was getting me wet. He saw that I would submit and choked me tighter. He kept his hand steady on my neck as he slid his d*** in and out of me really slow. He was watching his cock glisten with my juices. He stopped again. He reached to his drawer to grab a condom. This was also new. Remember this was the same guy that f***** me raw the first night. Now I was getting worried. Something in me told me that he knew about Detroit. I tried to stop worrying and get back in the moment. I never got it back that night. I faked my way through a really rough beating. At one point I was in so much pain the I had to go somewhere else in my head. Thank God Stacey had an extremely fat d***. His d*** felt the best out of all my conquest that week. He didn't just fill it up had had that s*** overflowing with d***. He flipped me over like he was gonna hit me off doggystyle but he stood me up straight with his forearm around my neck. This nigga damn near had me in a sleeper hold. If that wasn't weird enough when I told him I was c******, he bit me. Hard. We said nothing and went to sleep.

I woke up in bed alone. He was gone but there was orange juice poured, waffle mix already made next to the waffle maker, and scrambled eggs on the stove. He was so sweet. I ate and hopped back in the bed. He wouldn't be at practice long so I waited in bed for him. When he came in the door slammed. I could tell by the noise he was making he was upset. He grabbed a gatorade frrom the fridge and came into the bedroom. I sat up. He looked at me, said nothing and got in the shower. He came back in the room and got dressed.
"why you still in bed girl?" he said without looking at me.

"I thought you'd wanna lay in bed"

"Nah" he said with an attitude.

"Is everything ok Stacey?" I asked.

He sat down on the bed.

 "No. I had a terrible practice. Look, I'm gonna need to focus on work today. Get dressed, I 'm gonna take you to the airport in a few, Tough game tomorrow." he said, still avoiding eye contact. I showered and made my face, never know who you'll meet in the airport

"well, thats ok. I need to get home anyway" I said. I wasn't gonna to press the issue. When I came out of the bathroom he had my bag near the door ready to go. I walked passed him and he grabbed my hand.
"I had a bad practice. I had a bad practice because I know. I know about Detroit. I tried to ignore it but I had to bring you here to see for myself. I wanted to see if you would lie to me. And you did... of course" he was visibly upset. He was shaking and I was afraid. He threw my bag down and grabbed me. "SAY SOMETHING!" he shouted.

I swallowed hard. I didn't know what to say. Should I tell the truth? Should I keep lying?

"what do you want me to say?" i asked.

"TELL ME ITS NOT TRUE. TELL ME YOUR NOT A WHORE..." Stacey was about to cry and I felt terrible.

"I'm sorry... I just" I busted out crying. Not because I cared that much but because I was covered in guilt and shame. He let go of his grip and hugged me. He was crying too. Lord, What have I done?

"I'm going to pray for you." he said and he wiped my tears. "don't cry now, its already done" he continued. He grabbed my bag and headed towards the door.  I was distraught. We drove to the airport in absolute silence. When we arrived he opened my door, set my bag on the curb and got back in his car. He never even looked at me. He pulled off shaking his head. I never spoke to Stacey again.

I pulled out my phone and dialed a number.

"Papi, I'm on my way home. Can you pick me up from the airport? I get in at 7:30. OK YAY, I can't wait to see you. I missed you soooo much." I hung up.

You see, Stacey wasn't the first baller I had fallen for and he certainly wouldn't be the last.