Distracted (4 page)

Bryson

I laid in bed anxious for a reply.

I wasn’t sure what her reaction would be, but I knew she wasn’t just gonna act like she didn’t get it. I mean, having a naked picture of me
would
give her a better idea of my body structure and how to dress it accordingly, so I was really doing her a favor.

At least that was my halfway decent excuse for sending it.

The response finally came in. But instead of the one I expected, there were multiple.

Kennedy: What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!

Kennedy: If this is how it’s gonna be, I can’t work for you.

Kennedy: Matter of fact, just give me a good reference so I can find another job.

I smiled at my phone, finding it hilarious how riled up she was over a little picture. She was usually so cool, calm and collected. So to see her even use an expletive was enough for me to recognize that the picture had indeed done its job.

LOL. I’m sorry, Kennedy. I was just being silly. -B$

Her response came quick.

Kennedy: Well your silly ass just caused me to break my phone.

Squeezed it too hard while you were gettin’ one off? ;) -B$

Kennedy: No. Pushed it to the floor to prevent you from getting your ass kicked by my fiancé.

He don’t want those problems. -B$

Kennedy: Not. The. Point. Just don’t do it again. I mean EVER again.

Understood. -B$

Then it dawned on me.

How are you texting me if your phone is broken? -B$

Kennedy: Computer. iMessage.

Is he there? Can he see your screen? -B$

I could tell she was typing by the little dots that appeared.

Kennedy: Yeah, he’s here. But no, he can’t. Put ‘em to sleep. Bomb ass pussy for the win. ;)

LOL! So you can say it, but I can’t? -B$

Kennedy: I’ll see you later this week, Bryson. Good night.

I could imagine her smile as I replied with a smile of my own.

Night, Kennedy. -B$

&

“So… how soon will we be interviewing for a new stylist?”

I plopped down on a chair in front of Leslie’s desk, putting my feet on top of it even though I knew she hated when I did it.

“What are you talking about?”

She wore a sly grin as she said, “Come on, Bryson. I know you better than you know yourself. I saw the way you were looking at Kennedy. And I’m sure you’ve already tried to pull the ol’ dinner and chill move.”

Damn, she really does know me.

Instead of confirming her knowledge, I tossed out the only relevant information. “She’s engaged.”

At first she brushed it off with a, “Yeah right.” But I stared at her for a few moments longer before she caught my drift. “Wait. You’re serious, aren’t you?”

I nodded my head. “I’m serious.”

“Well I didn’t see a ring on her finger.”

“Me neither, but it’s true. I saw it on her Facebook page.
Future Mrs. Montgomery
.” Her dude looked as square as they came, but I really shouldn’t have been surprised. Of course somebody as bomb as Kennedy would be engaged to a damn school teacher.

“Did she have an engagement picture as her profile picture?”

“No.”

“A picture with her ring and the caption, “I said yes”?”

“No.”

“Pictures from the proposal?”

“No.”

She put her elbows on the desk, letting her head rest on her palm as she said, “Damn. So she’s not excited about it. Any girl that’s excited about their impending nuptials has at least one of the three.”

“So what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means…” The pregnant pause had me completely tuned in. “It doesn’t mean anything, Bryson. I’m just fuckin’ with your hopes.” Then she busted out laughing like she was at a damn comedy show, instantly pissing me off. 

“Yo, that’s not funny.”

“You should’ve saw your face though! You were all into it like I was gonna tell you to go after the girl even though she’s engaged. What kind of person would I be to encourage that bullshit?” I understood exactly where she was coming from even though I wasn’t ready to admit it.

“I don’t know, Leslie. It’s weird though. Like I know she’s taken, but
I can’t
… I can’t stop thinking about her. And not even about sex. Like I really wanna get to know her.” Though she seemed pretty normal on the surface, Kennedy’s little hints of a spicy personality had me intrigued like no other.

Leslie stood up, grabbing a stress ball as she paced back and forth next to her desk. “This sounds a little too much like that Alexis girl. I mean, she was in a relationship too. But you acted like it didn’t exist, even when you were in a relationship of your own.”

Damn, she’s always right.

“I know, I know. I’m trippin’.”

She nodded to agree. “Yes, you are. And Kennedy seems like a good girl, Bryson. Don’t ruin her.”

“
Ruin her
? If anything, she’s gonna ruin me.”

She sighed. “Bryson, just keep it professional.
Please
.” I looked away, knowing it was a little too late for that.

Leslie immediately picked up on my reaction and asked, “What did you do?”

I closed my eyes before I admitted, “I sent her a nude.”

Leslie squeezed the stress ball so hard I was just sure it was gonna pop. “Gotdamnit, Bryson! Who do you think you are? God’s gift to women? Nobody wants to see your naked ass all the time.” I wouldn’t take it that far, but my nudes were certainly more of treat than a trick.

“Just because you don’t, doesn’t mean she didn’t.”

She rolled her eyes. “Your logic is all fucked up, you know that? Gosh, how did I get stuck with such a shitty client?”

I brushed her off. “Oh, Leslie. You know I’m your favorite. Don’t play.” Even though Leslie acted like she didn’t like me more often than not, I knew she had a soft spot for my antics.

“Yeah, you’re my favorite because you make me the most money. Other than that, I can’t stand your black ass.”

I quickly countered, “That’s racist.”

She gave me a death stare as she stated the obvious, “I’m black too, asshole.”
“Still racist,” I replied with a smirk just to annoy her.

She rolled her eyes again. “Go find some business, Bryson. Don’t you have practice soon?”

I took my feet from her desk so I could stand up and get going. “Yep. Then I’m meeting up with Kennedy to go shopping.”

“
A shopping date
? Gag me.”

She stuck her finger in her mouth, but I couldn’t help teasing her, “With what? A dil…”

She cut me off, pointing to the door. “Out! Bye! Be gone!”

I laughed my way out of the door before tossing over my shoulder, “Love you too, Leslie.”

Kennedy

“Bryson, you can
not
be serious.”

I waited for his expression to change, but he didn’t budge.

“These are dope, Kenn. I don’t understand why you don’t like them.”

Seeing a grown ass man in overalls wasn’t exactly my idea of “dope”, but Bryson claimed that ever since he saw one of his boys pull off the look, he had to have a pair. I didn’t even know they made overalls that large, but leave it to him to actually find a pair.

I attempted to put things in perspective, hoping he’d actually listen. “They’re dope if you’re like twelve. And a girl. Not for a multi-millionaire professional basketball player. So put them back.”

He gave the fakest little pout as he said, “You’re mean.”

I almost got offended, but then I realized who I was dealing with. Mr. Jokester himself. “I’m not mean, I’m honest. And I take my visions seriously. So put them back.”

Her crossed his arms over his chest, still challenging me, “It’s my money. I can buy them if I want to.”

“Of course you can. But is that
really
the point of my job? I can go home and find somebody else to work for if…” It was already the third time I had to threaten him, but luckily he had cut me off every time.

“Fine, hard ass. I’ll put them back.
For now
.”

I wore a pleased smile as I told him, “Thank you.” Then I returned to skimming through the rows of clothes in the private designer boutique, trying my hardest to stay in the men’s section instead of venturing to the women’s like I really wanted to do. I had always dreamed of shopping for myself in one of these fancy little places, but could never afford it. And unfortunately, that was still the case.

“What about these, Kennedy? Do these meet your standards?” I cocked my head to the side, putting my hand to my chin as I thought about what I could do with the sleek leather pants he was holding up. I knew the whole “fitted” look was in for men and with Bryson’s already lengthy frame, the pants would certainly do him justice.

“I like those. You can keep them.” He looked satisfied as he tossed them over his shoulder and went back to looking for more. I was honestly surprised by how patient he was being with the whole process; hardly irritated by the fact that we were already an hour in and hadn’t gathered much to purchase.

Landon would’ve surely dragged me out of the store by now.

I grabbed a few things from the rack before I found Bryson looking at the shoes.

“Here. Go try these on.” He flipped through the shirts, handing one back to me.

“I’ll try
these
on. This one isn’t gonna work.”

Though the shirt was one of my favorites, I was willing to sacrifice it for the moment. “Compromise.
Fine
. Now go try them on. I’ll be out here.” He gave me a skeptical look before I urged him on with a push.

As I waited for him to come out of the dressing room, I checked my newly fixed phone and saw I had a text.

Mr. Montgomery: Hey babe. I hope you’re having a good day. The kids are bouncing off the walls. Must be a full moon. Anyway, I can’t wait to see you tonight. Love you. ;)

I smiled into my phone, until I felt eyes hovering over my shoulder.

“Aww, isn’t that sweet? He can’t wait to see you tonight, Kennedy,” Bryson said in a mocking tone. I tossed my phone into my purse, turning around to fix the collar of his button-up shirt.

“Nosey much?”

“Nah. More like jealous much.”

I took a step back, pretending to observe his outfit though my mind was racing after his little admission.

I tried to keep my tone level as I asked, “
Jealous
? Jealous why?”

“Jealous that I’m not the one making you smile like that.”

I took a step forward to adjust his shirt a little more. “You know… you could always find yourself a special girl to make smile like that. I’m just sure they’re lined up waiting for their shot at a ball player.”

He stopped me from my meddling, grabbing me by the wrists to get my attention. “It’s funny that that’s always the assumption. But the truth is, as much fun as that offers temporarily, there’s nothing like having a real one to call your own.”

&

“Damn, girl. You’re fuckin’ me like a porn star...”

I heard Landon talking, but I could hardly interpret what he was saying as I took out every ounce of sexual tension I had built up during the day on his dick. Of course we had sex on the regular, but I’d be damned if I didn’t feel like I needed it more than ever tonight.

After spending the whole day with Bryson under his watchful, flirtatious eye, I was more than ready to get home to my man. He hadn’t been in the house for more than five minutes before I pounced on him, desperate for a fix.

But even more so, desperate to remind myself why I was with him.

Starting with his dick…

“Fuck! Right there, baby. Right…” I shuddered as I came harder than ever before, collapsing on top of him while he continued to pump into me to get his own.

“Shit!” I could feel him oozing inside of me, his essence filling me up in a way I had never let any other man do before. I rolled off of him as I tried to catch my breath.

“Damn, Kennedy. What the hell was that all about?”

“I umm… I missed you today. That’s all.”

“Well can you miss me more often?” he asked with a goofy little laugh as he turned me on my side to spoon me, not even bothering to at least let me clean myself up first.

I sighed, scooting deeper into the curve of his body while I tried to come up with a response. Of course I had missed Landon; I always missed Landon when we were apart. But did that r
eally
explain the super boost of sexual energy that came over me the second he walked through the door? Or was it the….

Stop it, Kennedy!

This is your fiancé.

Of course it’s because of him.

Instead of answering his question, I asked one of my own. “Did you… miss me?”

“Of course I missed you, babe. And I’ll miss you even more tomorrow. And the next day. And the next day.” He punctuated his lines with kisses that in the moment should’ve soothed me, but I was too wrapped up in what he said.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow, I’d be spending most of the day and night with the ever-draining Bryson, first getting him dressed for his afternoon game and postgame conference. Then getting his wardrobe ready for the movie premiere he was attending out in LA the day after that, along with whatever Instagram model he had decided to take.

Waist-training, detox tea drinking ass...

Stop it, Kenn…

“Kennedy, are you alright? It seems like something is on your mind.”

See what you did?!

I tried not to sound panicky as I replied, “No, I’m fine. I was just… thinking about what kind of outfit I wanted to put Bryson’s date in tomorrow.”

Partially true…

“Oh, he has a girlfriend?
Phew
. That’s a relief.”

Not having to ask him face-to-face made it easier to inquire, “Why do you say that?”

He used the tip of his finger to draw lazy circles around my nipple as he explained, “No man is excited about having his woman work exclusively with another man, no matter how famous he is. But since he has a girlfriend, I don’t have anything to worry about.”

Even though I knew the girl wasn’t
exactly
his girlfriend, letting Landon believe that would certainly keep me out of trouble.

“You didn’t have anything to worry about regardless, Landon.”

Partially true…

“Oh I know…
Mrs. Montgomery
.”

I’d be damned if I didn’t cringe on the inside before correcting him, “
Almost
Mrs. Montgomery.”

“
Future
Mrs. Montgomery,” he tossed back, letting his hand glide from my breasts down my belly to my folds that were still saturated from round one. “Mmm… I see she’s ready for me again.”

In all honesty, I really just wanted to go to sleep so I could be fresh-faced for the next day. But the idea of Bryson doing this same thing with his little date tomorrow gave me a sudden surge of energy.