I picked out a pink and black dress with spaghetti straps that hit a little above my knee. I opted for no bra or panties because let’s be real, I was trying my best to catch more of that glorious devil dick Evander gave me last night. Just thinking about it made me ache in all my private places.
When I was done getting ready, I went downstairs and cut up fruit for breakfast. I went straight to Sunshine and sat on my stool, scrolling through my phone while I ate chunks of fresh pineapple, grapes, and melon. I stopped scrolling immediately when I saw one of my Instagram videos circulating on Facebook.
“What the hell?” I clicked on it and watched as I played the harp. It was one of the dozens of Instagram videos I’d posted of myself playing but they never got many likes. Maybe a hundred or so.
This video had been posted earlier in the morning and was already up to 5,000 reactions and 2,000 shares. That’s why my notifications had exploded this morning.
The caption under the video simply said, “Someone find her for me. I’d pay her to play at my wedding.” I blinked repeatedly once I saw who posted it.
Nerves rushed through my body making my fingers and hands feel loose and pointless. I damn near dropped my phone when Navy called.
“Xari, you’re viral! Have you looked at social media today?”
“Yeah…I just saw. One of my videos is on Facebook but…”
“Not just Facebook. Go look at Instagram.” I put Navy on speaker while I hopped over to Instagram. I balked at the thousands of notifications. People were tagging me left and right. “Girl, Damon Philips posted your video and now it’s going crazy!”
“Fuck. I have no idea what to do with this information, Navy. What do I do?” I asked, shooting to my feet.
“Find out how to get in contact with him! He’s looking for you! If you could play at his wedding…oh my god, Xari.”
Damon Philips was one of the most famous basketball players in the country. He was officially in the conversation about who was the greatest of all time. People mentioned him in the same breath as Michael Jordan and Lebron James and he shared my fucking video.
“He can’t be serious though. Maybe he was just showing love.”
“Girl. He’s engaged. It’s not outside the realm of possibility. Have you checked your DM’s?” Navy quizzed.
“No. I got off the phone with Frankie, made breakfast, and sat down at my harp.”
“Check them!”
“I need to breathe. I need some coffee and some weed right now.”
“Really, Xari?”
“What? I’ve never experienced anything like this. I’m freaking out.” I shook the nerves out of my hands and set my bowl of fruit to the side. I’d never been so nervous I lost my appetite. Food was life.
“I’m coming over. Are you at Senator Freeman’s house?” My body jumped to life vibrating like a plucked string.
“Um…yeah,” I said, blinking. My mind replayed last night and I was already hungry for more.
“Cool. I’m gonna drop by.”
“Okay. Bring weed.”
“Xari...”
“What? You thought I was playing? I need to calm down.”
“I don’t have any weed.”
“Right. I forgot who I was talking to for a minute. You think Evander can get some?” I rubbed my hand down the length of my dress repeatedly.
“Probably not since he’s a senator.” Navy had gone from sounding proud and excited to her usual frustrated and annoyed self. I liked to think I brought out the best in her.
“I’ll ask him.”
“Please don’t,” she begged.
“Why not? He’s a senator. He can probably get a fucking charcuterie board of drugs, Navy.”
“I’ll be there in a little while, Xari. Oh, before I go…have you talked to your parents? I thought you were going to call them once you were officially hired.”
“Fuck. I forgot. I was…um…caught up last night.” I stopped pacing long enough to take a deep breath. I was freaking the hell out and I needed to calm my nerves.
“Well, call them and tell them the good news. They think you’re avoiding them. They also think I’m taking care of you so yeah…let them know you’re trying to pull your head out of your ass.”
“Will do. See you in a little while.” I ended the call and shook my nervous hands out again. Was it too early for a drink? I craved the warm taste of the whiskey Evander loved so much. I walked into the kitchen and jumped out of my skin when I saw him looking in the fridge.
“Jesus!” I gasped, slapping a palm to my chest. Once I was done being terrified, I raked my eyes over him. He was wearing a perfectly tailored navy blue suit with a nickel gray tie that had an impeccable dimple in the center.
“Sorry,” he chuckled. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” He walked over to me and placed his hand on the small of my back. He was being gentle. It was a total 180 from the way he was last night. “You look sexy as fuck in this dress,” he slid his hand up my thigh and I shuddered. His warm, rough hands against my smooth legs made me slick with wetness.
“No panties?” His voice dropped an octave and took on the timbre of cigar smoke. Rough. Hazy. Sexy as fuck.
“I wanted to give you easy access to my pussy but it looks like you’re getting ready to go.” I wet my lips and Evander locked on to my tongue.
“Did you think I wouldn’t build in time to fuck my pussy before I left?”
“Your pussy? I was born with it so I’m pretty sure that makes it…” Before I could finish my comeback, he curled his long fingers around the back of my neck and pulled me
