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194 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 14, 2021
As she slid up and down me, her head thrown back as I gripped her hips, she whimpered, “I love you, Polo.” Leaning in to nibble at her neck. I replied, “I love you, too, Ken.” And I did love her. With all my heart.
The shit was stressful, and I was fucking tired of it all. More than anything, I was tired of traveling without my woman, my rider, my heart.
Fucking around was getting old.
To be honest, I didn’t know why she stayed with my ass anyway, married or not, with the way I kept fucking up.
Then I popped them open and asked him, “The hell you mean by 'I like to get it in?’” He smirked at me. “Nigga, really? Who don’t know about you and all the chicks you be messing with?”
( OW ) “I know you like to get it in, but that Serena Childs is poison, man. She’s a professional THOT. I bet every nigga on this bus got that message. The dudes on the Bulls probably did, too.”
( OW ) When I finally got in my hotel room, I fell my tired ass into bed and messaged Serena back: I’m at the Trudeau. Room 566.
Fourteen years I’d been with Polo. Fourteen years of him doing what he’d done nearly since the day I met him—taking care of me.
Why I stayed with him or why I still loved him despite his behavior, the women, the countless women. The short answer? He saved me.
However, he didn’t call. At all. No complaining about the refs or the fans or how the flight tired him out or how his teammates fucked up since, according to him, a loss was never his fault. Nothing. And when I tried to call him, it went straight to voicemail.
( OW ) Serena Childs. But…why? I mean, yeah, I’d invited her to my room, but the last thing I remembered was telling her to leave, that I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t fuck her.
( OW ) “Yeah, so you didn’t see shit. You called yourself putting me out. You told me to leave and then went in the bathroom. While you were in there, I hid in the closet and climbed in the bed after you fell asleep.”
( PAST ) We walked the rest of the way in silence, and after we climbed on the bus; he chose a seat several rows behind where I sat. Other girls on the bus were in his face talking all over each other, trying to get to know him, and I was quickly forgotten.
While I worked to set the table, I mused over the fact that Polo still hadn’t called me.
I couldn’t quiet the familiar thoughts that popped into my head like comic strip speech bubbles. The main one? He was with a girl last night.
What if he hasn’t changed? It’s not like you’re going to leave him.
The shit I did? The other women? They had nothing to do with her, and she had nothing to do with my actions. That shit...I don’t really know what it was.
(PAST ) I lifted my eyebrows. “Mama gave you that knot? Why?”
I shrugged and kept eating. I knew the answer anyway. He’d gotten caught cheating again. He was always getting caught cheating, which was dumb to me. All of it was dumb. I didn’t understand my parents’ relationship at all.
There used to be a time when it wouldn’t have been a question. When I was constantly fucking up, I kept that phone glued to my hand. This time, I was only taking it with me for entertainment.
( PAST ) He’d been a student at Washington High School for two weeks, and he already had a girlfriend—Tennetta Quarles.
I already missed her, and I was tired of having to leave her behind when I traveled for work, but her absence was my fault. I’d left her alone in hotel rooms all over the country while taking other women to my team-sponsored rooms, inducing her refusal to travel with me now.
He laughed and said, “Naw, for real…what you thinking about? Which club your dumb ass is going to after the game? Or do you already have a hookup planned?”
“Didn’t I tell you I was done with all that?” He nodded. “Yeah…and then Duncan saw you letting Serena Childs into your room. So…”
“I mean, I had planned to fuck her, but I just couldn’t. I couldn’t do that to Ken. I can’t do that to her anymore.”
I nodded. “Yeah, I do.” I left off the reason why, which was not being out in public without Polo was the best way to maintain our relationship. I’d had enough of being approached by his alleged side chicks.
“You still on the fence about having kids?” Shrugging, I took a sip of water before answering her. “Honestly, I’m on the fence about everything, Kim.”
The last thing I needed or wanted was to be laid up in some hotel with him cheating on me in the same building. I couldn’t put myself through that again.
I was tired as shit and honestly would’ve rather been in my bed asleep, but for some reason I couldn’t even figure out myself, I was sitting in the VIP section of a club after accepting Olan Riley’s invitation.
( OW ) I was, sitting in the booth downing drinks with five leggy girls all over me and him.
( OW ) “Why don’t we get out of here, daddy? I promise to do whatever you want me to…twice.” Moving closer to my ear, she added, “I will swallow your dick whole.”
Shooting her a lopsided grin, I said, “C’mon, mama. Let’s go.”
( PAST ) He and Tennetta had already broken up and he had a new girlfriend, one of the dancers in the band, but he was still nice to me, walking to the bus stop with me every day.
( OW ) I woke up feeling like shit, glanced at the body lying next to me, and felt like less than shit.
“Polo?” “Yeah, baby?” “Why’d you promise to stop cheating? You’ve never even really admitted to it before.”
No way she wouldn’t be here without calling me or something. She never missed my home games. She hadn’t been eating. Had she passed out?
( PAST ) “Why you eating over here? I was looking for you!” It was his newest girlfriend, Sharonda. “I’m eating with my friend today,” Polo told her.
( PAST ) She showed them so much compassion, compassion she’d never bothered to show me.
( PAST ) And especially not when I was laid up in the hospital with low blood sugar, dehydration, and a sense of despair so raw that yet again, I wished I wasn’t alive. But for people with whom she shared no blood, she overflowed with empathy.
I’d cheated on her so many times, and she’d never brought it up. I’d cheated knowing she wouldn’t bring it up because I knew she was fragile, that the things she’d been through bonded her to me in an almost indestructible way.
“You must not have seen it.” “Seen what?” He hesitated, which made me really wake up. “McClain, seen what?” “I’ma text you a screenshot.” “Of what?!”
( PAST ) Moments later, I was back in the backseat of Mrs. Logan’s car, this time, squeezed between Polo and Janetta Nelson. Aaliyah was visibly upset that he’d passed on sitting in the front seat with her, having declined his mother’s offer to let him drive.
Kendra still had not come out to the car. Had she seen the posts all over Instagram and Twitter? Had she seen the damn lies? Well, the partial lies?
( OW ) ME AND MY BABY DADDY. I stared at the caption, then slid my eyes up to the side-by-side photos. One of me asleep in bed next to Serena Childs. The other, an ultrasound image. It was all over social media that Serena Childs was pregnant by me, and I hadn’t even fucked her. For once, my ass was innocent, and Kendra had left me.
( PAST ) I was still standing at my front door staring after him feeling warm all over from my first kiss when the front door opened and a hand grabbed my ponytail, snatching me into my house. My mother. Before I fully realized what was happening, she’d backhanded me across the cheek, and with venom in her voice, she spat, “That is the last ballgame you will ever attend, and you will stay away from that boy from now on! Be up early tomorrow morning for your punishment!”
“Yeah, I know. I messed up. I ain’t get her pregnant, but I did mess up by taking her to my room. I never should’ve even entertained that shit once I decided to make this change.”
( PAST ) “I’m saying I’m your boyfriend.” “But-but don’t you already have a girlfriend?” “Yeah. You.”
I was a lot for anyone to deal with, and although I knew he loved me, had loved me since we were kids, he needed this. We both needed it. My leaving had little to do with the whole baby mess and more to do with my own mess.
I was numb, my heart calloused by memories of a past I fought hard every day of my life to forget. An infinite losing battle.
Matter of fact, fuck Kendra! She left me off the word of a damn fake-ass social media motherfucker.
Yeah, fuck her.
“But what?” I asked, closing my eyes. “But I know you are more familiar with her issues than anyone else, which makes me wonder why you kept fucking around.”
“No, I didn’t because me and Ken got an understanding.” “So she was okay with you cheating?” he asked, his voice going soprano on the word “cheating”.
“That ain’t what I’m saying. I…she wasn’t supposed to leave me. Ever!
Everyone thinks I’m just sitting around letting Polo cheat on me. I’m not stupid. I know what public opinion is of me. I’m sure she sees me the same.”
Before meeting Kendra, I only thought about basketball and escaping my parents. And pussy. I always thought about pussy, but even that rarely entered my mind when it came to Kendra. I liked her for her. I liked her quiet, peaceful nature. I liked her innocence, but more than anything, I liked how she looked at me.
Fuck! I was never going to get Kendra back if this girl didn’t stop. What the hell was wrong with her?
“Are you ready to drop the fuck boy image, Mr. Logan, because that image is making it very easy for this Serena Childs to seem credible when she shouldn’t. The photograph of the two of you in bed together is damning, but it’s only the most recent in a collection just like it of her with other men.”
He’d never addressed the cheating rumors before, but then again, he’d never been accused of fathering someone’s baby before either.
As much as I loved Paul Logan, I knew I needed to learn how to love myself.
“Well, to answer your question, no. I haven’t. If you’re referring to the cheating, we never discussed it when it was happening. She never asked me about it, so I didn’t have to lie.”
I was an adult, thirty-one years old, and I had no idea who Kendra Doll was outside of what I wanted—a life with Polo, and what I didn’t want—to be like my mother. But who was I absent of those two people?
( OM ) ==> Instead, he brought his face to mine, his lips to mine, and kissed me. Before I knew it, my soapy hands were on his cheeks and he was pulling me to him. Our tongues quickly became acquainted, and I actually moaned before I pulled away. “I…I can’t. I can’t do this,” I muttered. Troy stared at me. “It’s him?” Nodding with tears in my eyes, I supplied, “Yes, it’s him. It’ll always be him.
“But you were unfaithful to her repeatedly. Did you not consider your relationship closed?” I frowned. “Yeah, I considered it closed.” “Closed to Kendra seeing other men?” “Hell yeah!” “But not closed to you seeing other women?”
“Touché. Polo, do you enjoy sex with Kendra?” “More than anything in the world. That shit is…it’s spiritual, but…” “But?”
“Polo, I’m not perfect. I’m a lot. I have all these issues and baggage, and you’ve been dealing with all of it since you were seventeen years old. I’m sorry.”
“Do you think I don’t realize what a drag it must be to have sex with a woman who can’t keep her eyes open, who can’t look at you while we’re doing it? You make me feel so good, Polo. Our sex is beautiful for me. I know it’s not for you, and that makes me sad.” “Can you turn over, baby?”
( OM ) “I just wanted to say thank you. Bye, Troy.” I hung up. After spending the night with Polo, I didn’t have the emotional bandwidth to deal with Troy’s hurt feelings. He wanted something I just couldn’t give him, and a boundary had to be set. I’d never been good at boundaries, but I was definitely getting better.
( OW ) She was one of those people with Kim Kardashian fame. In other words, she was famous for sucking dick and having an artificial body. She was pretty, but in a manufactured way, and I wished I’d never crossed paths with her lying ass.
( OW ) “Mr. Byers, your client has made statements that have caused great stress to my client and great strain to his relationship with his significant other. They have also affected his career. She is going to have to do much better than ‘admit to being mistaken’ if she doesn’t want several lawsuits filed against her.”
“The first time I cheated on you was while we were in college. There were many after her. I know you know that although you never questioned me, and I think I know why. You felt you owed me your loyalty. I…I could say my parents’ relationship influenced me, and maybe it did. I’m certain it fucked me up in some way, but I’m not going to pretend I didn’t have free will like I do today. I made the decision to mess around with those women. I disrespected you, and I’m sorry.
Because I was young and dumb and women were throwing pussy at me. Because it was fun. Because I took your presence for granted. Because nearly everyone else was doing it. Because I got off on sneaking around.
You quickly became mine and I became yours, and it was a lot. I wouldn’t change any of it, but I’ll confess that maybe being with those other women gave me the lightness and fun we never captured. Again, this is not your fault. I should’ve taken my ass to a therapist sooner instead of believing that providing for you one hundred percent financially while only giving you a portion of me emotionally was enough.
Yes, it was your choice to cheat, but it was my choice to tolerate it. We were both wrong.”
I frowned slightly. “Why would you assume I’m lost?” I left out the part where I should’ve scoffed at her bearing some of the blame. Really?
“Well, your lifestyle—”
“Is something I’m not going to discuss with you after you married a man who tried to rape your daughter.”
“Polo, I’m pregnant.” “Pregnant?! You are?” He sounded so freaking happy.
“Polo, it might not be yours,” I blurted.
(OM )I left the cabin the next day, sneaking away in an Uber as Troy slept. I hopped on a plane, and went to Polo, to my old home, and joined him in the shower. Less than twenty-four hours after having sex with Troy Duncan, I was bent over a shower bench relieved to feel Polo inside me.
I deserve this. I deserved the uncertainty, the possibility of another man being the father of Kendra’s baby. Kendra had fucked another man. My Kendra. Shit, shit, shit!
“He…he was a friend. He helped me, let me stay at his vacation home.” Vacation home? Who the fuck was this motherfucker? “It’s Troy Duncan.” The next thing I knew, I was hugging the toilet again.
Y’all weren’t together when she and Duncan hooked up. Kendra is a catch, and niggas are gonna nigga. It’s in the past now. You told her you could handle this, so handle it.
She looked down at me with glossy eyes. “You just tried to kill Troy.” “No, Leland stopped me.” “The fact that Leland had to stop you is proof that this isn’t going to work.”
(OM ) I was nearly five months pregnant when I found out I was carrying Troy Duncan’s baby.
Besides, most of the stories were about me and karma. As long as they weren’t talking shit about my woman, I could deal.