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“Of course, my guy, of course.”

I hadn’t told anyone but Coach and Eric, who I had been close to, about the offer to become a sportscaster for Sports Now Network, the premiere sports channel. I hadn’t even told Kendra’s ass about that, but I planned to have the discussion with her once I got home.

I pushed all thoughts of her out of my mind and focused on the on-field celebration and the interviews to come.

She might not have attended the big game, but she’d better have my son at Disney World tomorrow for the big parade.

“You out, big homie?” Eric asked as I headed for the door.

“Yeah. I’m good for the night.”

“Aye, them twins over there wanna holler at you. It’s your last time. Might as well go out with a bang.”

I chuckled and glanced at the women he pointed to. They both waved at me and smiled. They wore identical yellow bikinis; one wore her hair in braids and the other had a sew-in.

“Nah, I’m good on that.”

The woman who was wrapped around my arm giggled.

“Say what? The legendary Drew Jennings ain’t going out with a bang tonight?”

“Nah, I can’t even do it. One’s enough for me,” I replied.

The cute bombshell with the honey-blonde hair wrapped around my arm giggled. Her beautiful cinnamon skin, sparkling russet-brown eyes, full, heart-shaped lips, and twin dimples turned me the fuck on. The large boobs and big ass that were barely contained in the tiny, white piece of cloth she called a dress was all I needed to keep me occupied.

I always celebrated my wins with a wild party, followed by lots of drinking and sex. It wasn’t foreign for me to have two or three girls at a time. Tonight felt different, though. I wasn’t on all that shit, and I had nothing to prove to anyone. I was going out of the league, and I needed to let that lifestyle go too.

I wasn’t above getting my dick sucked tonight, but I didn’t need multiple women to make that shit happen.

We pushed through the doors of the club, leaving the loud music behind. I grabbed the woman’s hand, and I headed upstairs to my hotel suite. The woman whose name I couldn’t remember—Darla, Dena, Desiree, or some shit like that—was kissing all over my neck.

She was just another groupie in a long line of them who hoped to get my last name, a ring on her finger, a baby out of the deal, or some variation of that, which would end in money in her bank account. I’d been a fool once, and I wasn’t about to do it again.

No sooner than the elevator doors closed, shorty dropped to her knees, pulled my dick out of my sweats, and had it in her mouth. I rested my palm on her head and helped ease her down my length. She gave good, sloppy head, and I couldn’t help but close my eyes to enjoy the feeling.

The doors opened, and I opened my eyes as well. Two dudes stood out there waiting to get on. One of them cupped his fist around his mouth, and the other slapped him on the shoulder.

“Aye! Yo! That’s big Drew Jennings!” the guy shouted.

The one with his fist cupped to his mouth, dropped it and replied, “I know who the fuck that is. The rumors are true. Aye, Drew⁠—”

The doors closed on the idiots before they could think to step onboard. The elevator rose again, and the entire time, dick-sucking Darla never stopped. She was going for the gold. I guess she thought if she gave championship head, she’d get a championship ring to go with that.

Bitches didn’t care if I was leaving the league or not. They knew I had money, and more than half of them were willing to hop on my dick to ride it until they met someone else through me who would land a bigger payout for them. I wasn’t about to be no one’s gravy train.

When the elevator doors opened again, I snatched her head back. “Aye, yo, shorty. This is our stop.”

She pulled back, wiped her mouth, giggled, and tugged her dress down. I followed her off the elevator and led her to my suite.

Once we were inside, I asked, “Do you want something to drink? It might help you relax.” Not that she needed that shit, but I was trying to feel her out.

“I’m relaxed,” she stated, giggling.

“Oh, you’re about your business, huh?”

“I’ve just been turned on since I saw you step in the club tonight. I’m horny, baby.” She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I reached down and lifted her dress around her hips. I gripped two handfuls of ass and squeezed it, appreciating the natural jiggle to it.

That shit was real; she didn’t have implants.