·Back to Present, 4 Days later·
(Desiree's Pov)

After our encounter this past Sunday night, things went back to the way have always been during the week. Marc promised to call me that morning before he left but of course he didn't. On weekdays, we're magically strangers all over again. Our time is only from Friday after 10:30 to early the following Monday morning. When it's not that time, he spends time with his girlfriend like he's supposed to but waits for her to travel out of state just so we can see each other again. Like I mentioned before, that never bothers me but now...-- it's kind of starting to.

I keep trying to remind myself that I am not his girl anymore and that she comes before me in that category. That's what happens when you allow yourself to be a side hoe to someone who you still love deep down. And when he comes over to show me love, it makes it even harder for me not to miss that feeling.

I don't think he even misses me when she's around...

(Marcus's Pov)

"--Then I have to go meet up with Lesley for lunch, go to the shoot in Washington D.C. and still fly to Chicago for my interview with Lisa Breyes" she explained her plans for this weekend.

"Damn, that's a tight schedule. You sure you can do all that babe? Maybe you should just you know, stay home with me--" I said, bringing her to me closer by her irresistible hips.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "You know I always wanna stay with you baby and soon.....I'm going to have to..." she rubbed her soft hands against my cheeks.

"Why you say that?" I questioned.

"I uh--...I was going to wait to tell you after dinner but I took a test and it looks like we're pregnant" she smiled happily. ...fuck😶

I smiled too. Just to be as happy as she was, but deep down I knew I was fucked. Damn, what am I going to tell Dez and how is she going react after I do tell her. I should've seen this coming. Me and Lira were having a little too much fun on the weekdays, due to the fact that I didn't have access to the one I really craved at night. That damn sure wasn't Lira but she could still satisfy me in bed.

I don't know why I'm so stuck up Desiree's ass in the first place, I have a good woman at home for that. Sure she was busy and I am too but we always make time for each other. Lira is a model for magazines all over the shop and always has to be on the road some days since people want her in their articles. I don't blame them though, my girl was pretty nonetheless.

Lira💗

Lira is honest, beautiful, smart, talented, has a great body and yet I'm still f*cking around with my ex. Dez and I have been through so much already and I just hate to keep hurting her. I love her so much deep down and I'm a little...addicted to seeing her if I'm being honest.

Sometimes I wish I never started seeing Dez again, just because of the effect she has on me now. I can't leave her alone and that's bad if I have a woman with a baby on the way and a career with all eyes on me. This shit is going to come out sooner or later but I minds well enjoy the rain before the storm.

::Few years back, Draft night::
(Desiree's Pov) *phone dings*

Sitting in my room drinking a glass of wine to some chickflick I found on Netflix, my phone dings from the end table next to me. I sat my glass down to pick up my IPhone instead, noticing the video my brother sent me seconds ago.

Warren👶👊: ya boy got drafted🙊 n to new york

After watching the clip from tonight's ceremony, I was speechless to the news. I knew Marcus was talented in football but I just couldn't believe this nigga has made it to the NFL. Once I got to the right channel, he was already holding up his new jersey on stage.

The audience cheered for him and he smiled that same smile I fell in love with from the beginning. I don't know why but I just felt....happy for him. Yes, he's a complete asshole, yes, but he was achieving his ultimate goal right now and I was proud of him. Asshole and all...

I couldn't even deny the fact that he looked so good tonight in that grey suit with a hint of pink to accent the beauty of his handsomely features. Of course I was still attracted to this man, how could you really blame me when he looks like that. Its a shame we don't even talk anymore but I wish him and his new boo the best.

:: 3 hours later ::
(Marcus's Pov)

Stepping out into the hallway for a second, I'm greeted by fans and paparazzi already. Now I was known as the Giants first round pick all over the nation and tonight was the night that I should be in the main room celebrating.

I had my fun already though, getting drafted to the NFL, my dream career was a blessing in its self. Now I just wanted to spend this amazing time in my life when someone I've been thinking about the whole way through. She always kept my head up when I played ball and believed in me so much to make it to where I am now. And now I'm here but....she's not and it sucks.

After answering a few more questions and signing a few more autographs, I excused myself to a quiet area to make a phone call. Still with her number in my contacts list under "Dez💗", I called her cell in hope for an answer.

I leaned up against the wall and waited after the third ring to hear her voice again.

"Hello?" she answered softly.

"Hey..." I smiled immediately, getting butterflies like we were back in high school again.

"Hey..." she said with a mild chuckle.

"I made it. I got um--I got drafted to the NFL Desiree, I'm a play for the New York Giants now"

"Yeah I know, I'm so proud of you. I watched it on the air and I was so....happy for you. How do you feel?"

"Shit, I feel amazing. Like I just...won the lottery with so much money. I'm already famous out here, people want pictures and my signature. You know I only used to dream about me going pro one day,...you and me both and now...that shit is reality. But there's....just one thing that's missing from making this night special"

"A bottle of Hennessey?" she guessed, knowing that's my favorite.

"Heh, nah. I was...talking about you. I know we're not on the best of terms right now but it just wouldn't be right if I didn't....spend one of the most important nights of my life with the one who was dreaming with me from the beginning..." I confessed.

"...Oh. So-- you want to see me?"

"Yes, if that's okay..."

"Yeah it's fine. I live 67th and Amsterdam Avenue, the Aire building on the 34th floor, apartment 34-09"

"Okay. I'll be there in 10, I'm on my way..."

"Okay, see you soon"

*

I remember entering into her apartment building that night, feeling so nervous to see this girl again but I know I wanted to. I caught the elevator to the 34th floor and walked down the hall until I reached her designated room. From there I rung her door's bell and waited for her to come to the door, adjusting my suit and brushing back my hair in the process.

*

"Enough about me though--How are you on the other hand?" I asked, now sitting next to her on her comfy sectional in the dim living room.

"Eh...just working. Solving problems and saving people from possible jail time. Nothing too...exciting I would say" she said, holding up her head with her arm on the cushion.

"Well look at you miss Lawyer, I hope you won't mind getting me out of a few illegal situations. Shit, I'm a get fined just for bad behavior now"

"Good. So you need to discipline yourself not to act up. I know you Marcus and I know how agressive you get once that ball lands in your hand. Just don't...do anything bizarre and jeopardize your position on a professional team. I can tell you now that a lot of people are going to be watching you, just....be a good role model and the bigger man if you're in those situations"

"Aight, I know I gotta clean up my act but I can't make any promises" I smiled. "I love ball and I get so into the games that....I act out but you're right, I should work on that now that I'm the real deal"

"Mhm" she hummed in agreement, now leaning over to sip on her wine again from off the table.

I looked at her in her actions, admiring her beauty right now and how it's been so long since I've seen my ex this appealing. "You look so beautiful...by the way" I said.

She took a minute to finish her sip, now pointing at herself clueless. "Who me?"

"Yes you, who else is here right now..."

"It's just a robe.." She shrugged it off.

"And you look amazing in it..."

She blushed. "Thank you, but I thought you were no longer a single man. Why are you looking at my body like that and like I don't see you undressing me with your eyes" She teased.

"Maybe I just can't get enough of my ex-girlfriend's appearance right now and that it's been...so long since we've been on intimate terms. And if you must know, yes I'm still seeing Lira but we're on break at the moment. She didn't even call to congratulate me and I can care less about her right now"

She nodded her head and looked off to the side.

"I miss you so much, Dez. I'm sorry for......my bullshit with Lira and that whole situation. But you know I can never just leave you alone for too too long, I love you more than any of these other women. More than I love football itself. And tonight is just such an amazing night for me and at the end of the day, I just wanna celebrate my success with you. A person who's been there when I was just dreaming about this shit. More than anything, I just wanna put our bullshit aside,...forget about our beef and...other people. I'll cut out everything if you do and I'll show you how much I've missed you these past couple years"

"You just wanna celebrate....on my body" she chuckled.

"Hell yes I do. *bites lip* I wanna rock your body so good tonight..."

"Mmm..."

:: 1:05 am ::
(Desiree's Pov)

Sitting on top of my bathroom sink and counter, I pulled him over to me and placed a soft kiss upon his pink and brown lips. He closed his eyes and stepped in further in between my legs, pushing our bodies together as I we kissed up above.

When I pulled away, I reached my hands up to his neck and unfolded his collar, taking his bowtie apart before I tossed it to the side. He took off the jacket and left me to do the rest. Not looking up at him, I unbuttoned his dress shirt and watched his beautiful brown body expose to my eyes. When I undressed him of his shirt entirely, I leaned in to kiss his tattoos. When his big hands came to hold up my face, I blushed and felt his lips on mine again. Now he had control over me, holding my head back in his huge hands as his tongue came in to fight mine.

I pulled him even closer to me, giving his designer belt a tug before he realized what I was up to. He stopped pushing forward and looked down at my hands instead, pulling apart his belt to get to his pants. I unbuttoned his slacks and pulled them down, seeing his hardness poking out his Calvin's already.

"We're wasting water..." he chuckled, hinting at my shower that was running for us in the background.

Once I realized our original plan, I pushed him away to get down from the counter. From there, I took apart my robe and dropped it to my tile floors along with my bra and panties to show him my confidence.

I pulled back my glass door just like that and went inside first.

(Marcus's Pov)

I dropped my pants in a flash once she went into the shower without me. Now I was rapidly getting off my underwear to follow after her. I pulled back the door and stepped inside, seeing her underneath the showerhead looking at me with hooded eyes. I took in her breathtaking appearance and walked up to her, watching her eyes follow me until I leaned in to kiss her up against the wall.

Now I wanted her more than anything and picked up both of her legs to push myself in between her folds just like that. She grabbed my back and moaned with a tilt of her head against the tile. I connected our bodies deeply against the wall and bit softly at her neck, hearing a struggle in her voice already.

"Shit baby--....yes..." she moaned to me and fingered her nails through my hair.

:: 1:15 am ::

"Mmmm" I grunted into her ears, plowing through her little-ass as I grabbed her from off the wall.

She grabbed me on my hips and cried out from my pace, loving the way I beat it from behind and how aggressive I got. I cupped her little breasts in my hands and pinched at her harden nipples, pounding her folds deeper in my hold.

"Ouuu! Baby--...ahhh!"

I pulled her back up to me when she got lazy again and hugged her from behind. She grabbed my head to keep her position and cried out louder into the bathroom. "Ouu you showing off--" she moaned, talking shit.

"Showing off to who?" I gripped her neck, taking offense. "There you go again worrying about other people that ain't--even here. Even when I'm fucking this pussy --" I scolded her and took out my frustration on her walls.

She grabbed my hand on her neck and gasped for air, melting to my aggression. "Ouu baby-- hhahh--ouu Marcus"

"What?" I asked, puhing us against the wall to dick her down that way.

"Fuck--" she squealed, putting up her leg on the side. "I'm sorry-- ohh please wait-- ahh"

I slowed down when she begged me to and started panting like a dog on the side of her. She bended her arm to grab the back of my ear and pulled my head in closer to her. "I love you so much still" she confessed.

"I love you more" I said.

"And I'm not worrying about nobody else right now other than the nigga thats fucking my shit up on this wall. It's just you and me right now, nobody else"

"Right..."

"You can continue now" she chuckled.

I laughed a little too and laid on top of her on the wall, kissing up the side of her face before I pushed myself in again. I watched her expression change into biting her lip and raising her eyebrows. "Ouu...that feel so good already" she moaned softly.

"That's them "I miss you" strokes coming into play" I said. "I missed this shit way too much" I warned her and picked up her hips to doggy pound her shit right away.

*flesh clapping constantly*💢👏🚿

"Ahh....ahhh!...Marcus!--baby shit!"

To be continued...