Page 30 of Platinum Pressure

“Nah, ignore Sed’s hating ass. He knows we are all brothers. Our bond goes deeper than the gridiron,” Lay Low added.

We were always like this with women, so it shouldn’t have angered me, . . . but it did.

“Man, can y’all chill out?” My voice came out angrier than I intended, which made everyone’s eyes focus on me.

“You the one yelling,” Eddie countered.

“I just don’t appreciate y’all niggas harassing my nurse. That’s weird.”

“It’s okay. I know they don’t mean any harm. Since Platinum and Seddrick don’t want to introduce me, I will. Hey! I’m Meadow. I’m a physical therapist and nurse.” Meadow introduced herself with a smile.

“The legend behind the recovery. You’re doing amazing work. I’m gon’ need your contact when you’re done with P’s treatment. You got a card?” Lay Low quizzed.

She nodded. “I do, but when I’m done here, I’m going to invest in a private practice. When I start the new practice, hopefully Platinum gives y’all my contact.” She looked at me and winked.

“I’ll think about it,” I replied.

“Fix yo’ face, P,” Seddy suggested with a smirk.

I lifted my hand and stuck my middle finger at him before I pulled out my phone and tapped a few notifications. People flooded most of my social media accounts with mentions, comments, and direct messages. I hadn’t had the urge to hit up any woman since the injury, but it was time. I needed to fuck something before I crashed out on my friends. They wouldn’t let me live it down if I did either.

“A woman with a plan. I like it. You got any plans tonight?” Lay Low questioned.

Meadow shook her head. “Nope. Platinum and I did his full routine before I left earlier. I was going to get in bed and read or go for a swim later.”

“I’ve got better plans. How would you feel hitting up a spot with the three best players in professional football and the best manager in the world?” Eddie grinned.

I shook my head as I continued to scroll aimlessly on social media. I didn’t protest right away. Instead, I held my breath and awaited her response.

“I don’t know. Platinum sees me all day, every day. I doubt the first time in almost four months he wants to spend his night out with me.”

“I don’t mind.” I lifted my shoulders.

“You got fine friends?” Eddie asked.

“I can see if my sister and best friend can join us.”

“Perfect. P doesn’t want to go out in the streets of CC, so we’re planning a Houston night out. Y’all cool with that?” Eddie continued.

Meadow scrunched her face up. “That’s a drive.”

“I’ll have the Sprinter. You and your people can pull up and get ready and ride with us. There are enough seats in there to get everyone there safely. It’s a fifteen-seater,” Seddrick explained.

Meadow offered him a smile. “Say no more. I’m about to call my girls and see if they’re down.”

“Let me call my stylist up and have the team drop me off a fit. Tonight finna be a movie, and I have to look my best in case we get arrested or end up on the news,” Lay Low commented as he pulled out his phone. He excused himself and headed outside to make a phone call.

“Lord, what are y’all about to have us doing?” Meadow questioned.

“You’re in good hands,” Eddie winked at her.

I inhaled and tapped on my screen. Tonight could be fun or a hot ass mess, and I honestly didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t want my boys flirting with Meadow, so I prayed they took an interest in her sister and friend.

The last thing I wanted to do was show my ass, but I had a strong inkling a lot would change tonight.

The music pulsated through my body as we danced in the section. Aida and Evie had joined us on the outing. It was nice to let my hair down and enjoy some fun outside of work. It was also a rare occasion where Aida had two consecutive days off on her schedule to make the impromptu outing. The whole time we got ready, I clung to her side because I missed my best friend a lot. Yeah, we texted daily and called every few weeks when life allowed it, but nothing beat in person quality time. Getting ready in the poolroom together reminded me of the many nights we’d go out during college: drinks passed around, comfort foods to line our stomachs, and music blasting while we belted every line word for word.

I hadn’t been in a club like this since my last year of college, and it felt nice to let millionaires buy us bottles and hype us up, especially since we looked damn good in our outfits. I had on a pink halter top that sculpted my titties. I coupled the top with a leather miniskirt and black sandals. I wore a pair of lace black panties just in case I put on a show and let my ass move how I did in the privacy of my bedroom. Sometimes the outfit was just titties and ass, and I felt like I had it down to the T.