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domxcorleone · 7 years ago

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Derek & Ahsha FANFIC: Better For You (Chapter 5) Part 1

*Authors Note: The long awaited chapter is now finally here, and sh*t has gotten very real! This chapter focuses on the real source of Derek’s issues, whilst also focusing on life after Derek & Ahsha decided to go their separate ways. What has been troubling Derek for all of these years? And will things ever be the same for him and his loved ones after a special revelation? You can catch the rest of the series here. Part 2 will be short but EPIC and will be posted very soon. Much love.*

It had been almost 4 weeks since both Derek and Ahsha had decided to keep their distance and end their budding romance for good. Despite that, neither the Devil or Devil Girl had been in the best of moods since then. Friends and even family members had noticed the instant shift in their behavior and attitude. However, when asked about it they'd both simply use the excuse of work to divert any attention from themselves. Terrence and Jelena were especially saddened to see that things hadn't worked out between the two. They tried their best to remain strong support systems but even that didn't stop Derek and Ahsha from shaking their bad moods. To make matters worse, the pressure was now on for the Devils as the players had advanced into the playoffs.

"What kind of pass was that, Fahey!" Coach Davenport yelled from the sidelines as the players ran through their drills. "Throw like that again, and you'll be playing from the bench!" He continued.

"Did you not see Miller's janky ass pass, Coach? It threw me off!" The player stopped dead in his tracks and explained to the increasingly frustrated coach only aggravating him more.

"You know what... until you guys start acting like you want to win a damn championship, practice is over for the day. Get the hell off my court!" Pete yelled once again, pissing off the entire team. Tensions were extremely high now that they were working towards winning another championship and though they were playing at their best, it still didn't stop the coach from getting into their asses.

The players simply made their way off the court and to the locker room.

......

"I don't know about y'all, but Coach was trippin out there man." Fahey whined, lotioning himself up.

"You sure you didn't have some of that lotion on when you made that pass? Cos that shit was whack." The new guy Johnson teased, earning a few laughs from other teammates. Marquis Johnson was a hand full.

"Man shut yo ass up. If I were you, I'd be worried about your girl." Fahey shot back only causing the rest of the team to ooh. Neither Derek or Terrence were amused, however.

"I got ya, girl..." Johnson retorted playfully squaring up to Fahey.

"Maybe if y'all spent as much time playing ball properly as you did talking shit... Coach wouldn't be getting into your asses!" Terrence firmly spoke, stood by his locker.

"Terrence, chill man. We already made the playoffs." Johnson nonchalantly replied now facing the captain from across the room.

"Chill? Boy, do you think if we "chilled" we'd even be in these damn playoffs?" Terrence was in no mood to go back and forth with his teammate. Derek, on the other hand, was already irritated and could slowly start to feel himself get annoyed by the rookie.

"Boy? Ma nigga, maybe if you did your job as captain we wouldn't be getting ripped by Coach.” Johnson slowly walked towards the player then stopped halfway. The entire locker room had become so silent you could hear a pin drop. Had Johnson lost his damn mind? Rookies tended to feel like they had a lot to prove in this industry, but burning bridges so early on in the game wasn't the smartest thing to do. "You need ta watch ya fucking mouth, son. Keep playing with me." Terrence warned as he also began to walk towards his teammate, only to be stopped by his best friend. The New York in the captain would always flare up whenever he got angry.

"T, ignore his punk ass. He's just a kid." Derek tried to diffuse the situation, however, Johnson wasn't done just yet.

"A kid that'll steal your girl. Ahsha's available now right?" Johnson now turned his attention to the player with the smuggest look on his face. Bad move.

"Fuck you just say?" Derek cocked a brow as his eyes grew smaller. Terrence and the rest of the team already knew what was about to go down. "D..." Terrence said as their roles had now reversed. As angry as he still was, there was no way he could stand to watch his best friend lose his temper especially not after being suspended a few months back.

"You heard me. Ahsha could get this dick anytime yo, for real. Fuck that pussy real good, she'd beg me to nut in her!" The rookie laughed out loud trying to slap another one of his teammates five, only to get a head shake in return.

"I swear to God..." Derek snapped, charging at the rookie faster than anyone could've ever imagined.

"Derek!" Terrence called out going after the player however, he already had the rookie hemmed up against the lockers.

"I was... just joking man... chill." Johnson struggled as Derek's grip tightened. He tried to fight his way out of the player's tight hold, but it was damn near impossible. "Do you know me like that to joke, motherfucker!" Derek shouted, almost every vein on the surface of his skin was bulging out. “I should break your fucking neck!”

"Yo... Derek! Derek!" Multiple teammates tried to break the two players up, however, Derek was just too strong. Mentioning Ahsha in such a disrespectful way was simply a no go. Throw in the fact that he had another thing on his mind... The Roman Emperor was not to be played with. "Get the fuck off of me... Derek!" Johnson called out still trying to break from the player's grip.

"Don't you ever... in your fucking life... talk about her like that again!" The Devil player spoke through gritted teeth. "You hear me!"

"Aight, man! I hear you!" Johnson pleaded.

Derek took one final lethal look at the rookie before releasing him. “Bitch ass.”

The rest of the Devils immediately ran to both players aid. Some helping Johnson as he tried to recover, whilst others held Derek back and tried to calm him down. Terrence however, knew exactly what was up with his friend and simply told the other teammates to continue as normal whilst he took the player outside to cool off.

......

"I lost it, man. I didn't mean to go that hard but fuck..." Derek stressed as he paced back and forth. Terrence simply listened. "You know I've been trying, T. I've been cool."

"Derek, I know... and we're all proud of you man." The captain reassured.

"I mean, I know I was a badass with a smart ass mouth back in our rookie days... but that lil nigga took shit too damn far."

"I know that's right. Doesn't help that he's actually halfway decent on the court either." Terrence shook his head.

"Lil bastard. Couldn't get Ahsha even if he tried." Derek added, only causing both of them to laugh before things got serious again.

"That's not the only thing that's bothering you though, D."

"Huh?" The player's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Your birthday's coming up." Terrence looked to the floor knowing just how much of a hard time Derek had whenever his birthday came around.

"It's just another day, Terrence." He brushed it off.

"It's your 30th, Derek."

"What’s your point?"

"I know turning 30 is a huge milestone in life and I know your bday reminds you of your pops..." Terrence's continued. His eyes held so much pain for the player. Being that they were basically like brothers, he knew first hand what Derek and his family had been through.

"You know what, T... imma catch you later." Derek immediately shut down and began to walk off. He never spoke on his non-existent relationship with Daniel Roman, and he wasn't about to start.

"Derek..." Terrence called, but he already knew it was a losing battle.

Derek was gone.

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6.30pm

With practice over for the day, the only place the player knew he could go for comfort was his mother's place. Having his keys this time, he simply opened the door and made his way in.

"Ma!" He called out, dropping his bag and taking off his sneakers... however, there was no response. "Ma!" The player walked further down the long corridor but there was still no sign of anyone. "Yo, Dionne!" His brows furrowed as he called out again.

"Dang, Derek!" The 21-year-old strutted from the living room to see her brother standing there looking less than impressed. "Why you gotta be so loud?"

"So you ain't hear me calling y'all?"

"Mama ain't even here. And secondly... I was busy. You didn't say you were stopping by today."

"Mama ain't here? Where she go?" The player frowned.

"A place called... "mind yo business". Her words, not mine." Dionne shrugged.

"Man whatever. Besides, I don't need to announce whenever I come by. Also, what did you mean by busy? Lemme find out you got a lil nigga up in here." The tall player frowned as he playfully began to nudge his younger sister. "I'm not a hoe like you, Derek. Relax." She rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

"Good." He laughed, now stood in front of the young beauty. "So... what's new baby girl?" He wrapped his big arms around her placing a purposely wet kiss on her cheek. "Ugh, what’s gotten into you? Nasty ass!" Dionne cringed trying to wipe off her kiss stained cheek, only encouraging Derek to bear hug her. "What? I can't check on my baby sis now?" The player continued to laugh as his sister struggled. "Not unless you’re high or need some wise words from me..." Dionne teased, only causing to the player to break his hold.

"Damn, so it's like that? I guess we're all savages in this family..." He couldn't help but fist bump Dionne for that clap back. But now it was time to get serious. "On the real though, sis... think I can holla at you for a minute?"

"Sure, D... everything okay?" Dionne raised her brow as a look of concern was etched on her face. It was rare that Derek would let his guard down and actually talk about things bothering him being that he never wanted to appear weak or less of a man, whenever it came to his younger sister.

"Yeah. Let's go into the living room."

And with that, the two siblings headed into the main room.

......

“You sure everything’s okay, Derek?” Dionne propped her legs up on one of the sofas as Derek sat on the other.

“I just wanted to hear your perspective on something.” The player looked down, licking his lips. “Think it's time I settle down?”

“Hahahahahaha!” Dionne couldn't help but burst into a fit of laughter. “Are you fucking with me right now, D?” She wiped tears from the corner of her eyes whilst still laughing hysterically. Derek, on the other hand, was actually taken back by his sister's reaction. Was he that bad?

“Dionne... I’m serious.” He sat forward, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Derek, you're forever saying that “ball is life” and that you “ain't got time for these hoes”."

"Ball is life! And I don't have time for these hoes but... I do think it's time I consider sharing my life someone else now also." The player's deep voice rumbled as he admitted.

"I must be trippin. So... are you speaking generally? Or are you speaking about someone in particular?" With this being the first time that her brother had even mentioned the thought of settling down, something he had sworn not to do until he was retired and old as hell... Dionne was shocked, to say the least. "Generally." He lied.

"Well long as you're not talking about Claudette's ass..." Dionne rolled her eyes. Derek could only frown in response, his sister immediately feeling relieved. "Wait... is this about the girl you were talking to mama about?" Dionne was actually loving this tea. It was rare that her brother would even discuss the many women in his life, let alone settling down with one.

"You gon answer the question or not?"

"I mean, I don't know what you want me to say, Derek. You've never seemed like the "settle down type" to me.” Dionne honestly spoke.

"I hear you.” The player simply replied. The truth hurt and though Derek knew his sister wasn’t trying to be spiteful in any way, just hearing those words caused the player to really reevaluate how he had treated the whole situation with Ahsha. Maybe the idea of settling down sounded better than the actual reality of it. “I'm getting old though D, hitting 30 this weekend and it's time to get my shit together for real."

"And you are getting your shit together, Derek. But maybe you should stay focused on yourself for a little while longer before starting something new.”

The two siblings sat in silence for a brief moment as their eyes connected. As much as they teased, fought and disagreed with one another throughout the years... their unspoken bond was so strong and truly treasured.

“Never let any man take you for granted, Dionne. You hear me?” Derek firmly spoke breaking the silence. His sister meant the world to him and he wouldn’t stand to see her get hurt by any man, let alone entertain one. Knowing that he wasn’t perfect himself, there was no way he could live to see Dionne go through any hardship.

“Um, okay...” She replied slightly taken back.

“I’m proud of the woman you’re becoming, and I appreciate you keeping it real with me." The player stood up and walked over to his younger sister, placing a kiss on her forehead. "Don’t get too gassed up though... I’m still your big brother.” He finally added.

“Yeah, yeah." She rolled her eyes with a smile. "Thank you, big head. I appreciate you too."

“Love you, kid.”

“Love you.”

“Aight, enough of this sentimental shit. I’m heading to the kitchen... you good?” Derek asked as he walked towards the door.

“I’m straight.”

“Cool.”

“Derek, before you leave...” Dionne quickly spoke, stopping her brother dead in his tracks.

“Yeah?"

“With you turning 30 this weekend... do you think you’re having this new outlook on life because of how things turned out with him?" Dionne was her mother's child at the end of the day, and holding back her thoughts was simply something she just couldn't do. Though the youngest of the family never grew up to know their father, she couldn’t help but feel a certain type of way.

“Fuck him.” Derek bluntly spoke. He knew exactly who his sister was referring to and just the mention of him was enough to set the player off. However, Derek vowed to no longer give his energy to a man that simply didn’t give two shits about him or his family. “If anything... I’m making these lifestyle changes for you, ma and myself. That sperm donor ain’t done shit for this family. It’s not about him.” The player continued. That being said, as much as he tried to convince himself that this wasn’t about their father... Derek knew deep down that Daniel’s absence had left a hole in his life and was partly the reason for his sudden change of heart. For years he had questioned whether or not he was good enough and following the earlier mention of his father from Terrence... the player even questioned if his father’s absence was also the reason for his commitment issues and self-sabotage. However, things started to look bright the moment Ahsha’s presence held a glimmer of hope for him. For once Derek actually felt like something worth holding on to had finally come his way, but before it could truly blossom into something beautiful... of course he’d let his personal demons get the better of him. It was simply a vicious cycle.

“I hear you.” Dionne meekly replied, knowing just how things would go down if she continued to press. Derek always seemed to be too hard on himself and now she realised that this was probably due to the fact that their father was anything but... a father.

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Friday

Hours seemed to turn to days, days seemed to turn to weeks and weeks seemed to turn to months. Though it had only been about 4 weeks since both Derek and Ahsha had last spoken to one another since their argument, working in the same vicinity whilst crossing paths almost everyday just seemed to make matters harder. As much as the dancer wanted to shake off her feelings for the player, doing such a thing was damn near impossible and with word quickly spreading about Derek’s fight with Marquis the day before... all Ahsha wanted to do was to speak to the star player and make sure he was okay. Little did she know... things were anything but okay.

Everyone was looking forward to Derek’s birthday but Derek himself. He literally couldn’t go a day without people asking for an invite, asking what he’d be doing or simply telling him that they couldn’t wait. If it weren’t for the simple fact that he was turning 30 and already had Jelena and family excited about the party... he probably would’ve just gone on a solo vacation just to get away from it all. However, the idea of not having someone to walk the white sandy beaches of Anguilla with only made the thought in itself seem pointless. The one woman he'd even bother to consider spending alone time with was now a distant memory or so he thought. Derek was deep in his thoughts as Ahsha began to speed walk through the corridor. Sharply turning the corner the dancer instantly crashed into the player's hard 6′6 frame, crashing to the floor.

“Shit!” She cursed, not looking up.

“Damn, my bad.” His deep voice sounded as he reached down to help until realizing it was the one person constantly on his mind. Their eyes met and stayed locked on one another for what seemed ages before Derek continued... “You’re always in a rush.”

Ahsha could only awkwardly smile as his grip tightened around her small hand, pulling her up. “Thanks.” She nervously added, dusting herself off not knowing what else to say. It had been a while since they had been this close to each other.

“No problem.” He simply replied.

“I uh... I heard about your run in with the new guy.” The dancer nervously licked her lips as Derek’s gaze intensified. “Are you okay?”

“I think you should be asking if he’s okay.” The player tried to make light of the situation though still pissed about it. “His ass was talking shit so I had to check him.” Choosing not to mention the exact reason for his outburst, he continued to watch the dancer.

“Right.” She softly spoke, instantly able to tell from his eyes alone that there was more to the story. “Well, be careful.”

“I’m always careful.” He half smiled.

“Okay well, I guess I’ll see you around then...” Ahsha finally added before turning to walk away only to be stopped by the player. “Wait...” He gently grabbed her arm... “You coming Saturday right?”

“I didn’t know if I was invited or not.” The dancer admitted, trying to play it off with a fake laugh.

“Well, I’m personally inviting you.” He licked his lips only heightening the tension. “It’s a white party so you know... dress to impress.” Wishful thinking.

“Let me guess, Jey suggested this?” Ahsha couldn’t help but playfully roll her eyes.

“You know it.” They both laughed.

“Okay... I’ll see if I can swing by.” Though deciding to play coy, Ahsha knew full well she’d be at his party. Derek in all-white was nothing to be missed.

“See you there.”

Their eyes lingered on one another’s for a little longer than they should’ve before both parting ways. Though they had decided to call things off, there was no doubt that their chemistry was still stronger than ever. Saturday was going to be an eventful night for sure.

......

10.30pm

Running into Ahsha earlier caused Derek’s mind to go into overdrive only adding more stress to himself. Making sure to keep his best friend on track, especially during a time he knew was hard for the player... Terrence decided to head back to his place and chill with him, hoping to put the soon-to-be birthday boy at ease before his big day.

“I still think a yacht party would’ve been dope.” The captain spoke as a thick cloud of smoke followed after.

“Yacht party, mansion party... people still gon be acting a damn fool.” Derek replied before taking a hit.

“But the water man, the water...” Terrence was definitely having a “hits blunt” moment.

“Can you even swim fool? Point is... a party is happening. Not that I even wanted one.”

“Here you go.” He shook his head. “Spare me the “woe is me crap” and just be thankful for another year man. Besides, your lil girlfriend might come too...” Terrence couldn’t help but smirk. Teasing Derek was just too easy at times.

“Cut that shit out, Terrence. She’s not my girl...”

“Whether or not she’s your girl, just prepare for shit to get real.”

“The hell are you talking about now?” Derek sighed.

“Are you forgetting that your jump-off Claudette is gonna be there too?”

“Look... tomorrow is about good vibes. They are both grown women and know how to act, well Ahsha does anyway. Won’t be no room for Claudette to act stupid this time.”

“I’m just saying, D.”

“Well don’t say. Tomorrow is gonna be stressful as it is. I just need a clear mind you feel me?”

“I hear you, Casanova.”

“Anyway, I think it’s time you put out that blunt and take your almost married ass home. Jelena's gonna cut you if she finds out you’ve been smoking this green.” Derek laughed out loud standing to his feet.

“Fuck you. She knows how we get down.”

“Yeah, aight.”

“Whatever man, I’m outta here. You need all the beauty sleep you can get for your big day tomorrow.” The two players bumped fists before walking out of the living room.

“Just worry about Jey not putting those paws on you.” He laughed again.

“Laugh now... but when Ahsha deads ya ass for good after seeing Claudette at your party, we’ll see who’ll be laughing then.” Terrence laughed even louder finally walking out of the door. Derek, on the other hand, stopped finding things funny once the reality of the situation settled in. Maybe inviting both ladies wasn’t such a good idea after all. “Shit.”

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Saturday, 9.45pm

The big day had finally arrived after several hours of prep. Guests had been swarming in since 8pm and continued to fill up the player’s lavish home, ready to celebrate his 30th birthday. Security was extra tight this night in particular as it were very rare that Derek would entertain this many people at his home of all places. However, with convincing from both Jelena and his mother... he agreed to it. Besides, only the ground floor of his 30-acre estate was being used for the extravagant party (which included a marquee in the massive 18,000 sq ft backyard). Anywhere else was OFF LIMITS! And if your name was not on the guest list... forget about getting in. Though that didn’t stop paparazzi from trying to sneak in and get a few shots of the star-studded event.

“Name?” One of the bouncers asked.

“Ahsha Hayes and...” The dancer spoke before getting interrupted. “And Kyle Hart!” The eager blonde excitedly called out.

Earning a blank look from the bouncer, he quickly searched through the guest list eventually spotting their names and stepping aside to let them through the gates. “Y’all have fun.” He simply spoke with a quick smile before returning back to this serious state. “Name?”

“Ugh, I cannot wait to get our party and flirt on!” Kyle grinned, nudging her bestie as they walked up to the mansion. Ahsha however, was too busy wondering how she looked. Though she’d never admit it, she wanted to leave a lasting impression on the player for obvious reasons.

“Think I over did it?” She asked trying to adjust her cleavage. Working a deep cut strapless white jumpsuit, along with her favorite pair of Giuseppe Harmony nude heels. Not only did Ahsha overdo it... SHE KILLED IT! Having her hair in a sleek ponytail only enhanced her stunning appearance along with a natural makeup look. A white clutch and platinum jewelry set completed her look.

“If I didn’t love men so much, I’d totally do you tonight.” Kyle answered casually with a wink.

“Well alrighty then.” The dancer laughed. “I’d totally do you too.”

“Girl, I know.” They both laughed, finally arriving at the mansion.

It was time.

......

Once the DJ dropped “Good Drank” by 2 Chainz, Gucci Mane & Quavo... the entire party went wild, including the main man himself. Coming through the crowd with two giant bottles of DeLeón Diamante Blanco in both hands and a cigar in his mouth... it was fair to say that Derek Roman was actually enjoying himself. Receiving yet another shout out from his trusted DJ, the party guests could only cheer and turn up even more. Claudette was also up in the mix trying to tag along. Jelena and Mary Roman watched from one of the cornered off areas engaging in conversation, whilst Dionne and her best friend Carmen took endless snaps for their stories.

“And he said he didn’t want a party... look at him!” Mary laughed, watching her son get his life along with his best friend Terrence and other teammates.

“He always says this!” Jelena laughed also. “They’re gonna regret drinking that mess tomorrow.” She shook her head.

“Hmm... maybe I should get me a shot too?” The mother grinned at the dancer before getting up. Jelena loved her some Mary Roman, everyone did.

“Mama, you ain’t about that life.” Dionne called out, overhearing.

“Oh, baby girl, please! You have no idea what mama is capable of.” She winked, reaching to high-five Jelena before leaving the area.

“Shit, let’s get our drank on too then.” Dionne said to Carmen. “You read my mind girl!” Her friend replied, sticking her tongue out. “Jey, you need another drink?” Dionne quickly asked.

“No, I’m good hun.” She smiled. “Don’t get too carried away though, before Derek gets your ass.” Jelena jokingly warned.

“I know, I know.” They both laughed before the two girls went on their way.

......

10.00pm

About to send a text to Ahsha asking where the hell she was, the captain’s phone vibrated signaling her cousin's arrival. Letting her know her whereabouts, she scanned the crowd until spotting the dancer.

“Well, well, well!” Jelena called out over the music, looking her cousin up and down. She looked flawless.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm!” Ahsha mocked just as excited. “Ya mother let you out the house looking like that?” She joked, walking over to hug her cousin.

“I could ask you the same damn thing. Who you tryna look all sexy fuh?” She teased, smacking her ass.

“Girl, stahp!” They both laughed. “Have I missed much?”

“Other than your man turning up and groupies doing what they do best... no, not really.”

“I can’t stand you.” She rolled her eyes, before sneaking a quick look into the crowd to spot the very person mentioned.

“Haha, so where’s Kyle’s fast ass at?” The captain asked with a raised brow.

“You already know she’s out there trying to secure the bag.” Ahsha playfully shook her head causing Jelena to laugh. “Well, why don’t we get you a drink then?” She smirked.

“Let’s do it.” And just like that, the two cousins headed straight for the bar.

As Ahsha waited for her drink to be served, Jelena spotted Terrence in the crowd with Derek and some of the other Devil’s. Getting his attention, she waved over for him to let Derek know of Ahsha’s arrival. Doing just that, the captain tapped the star player’s shoulder and nodded towards the bar... smirking at his fiancee afterward. “Ahsh, l need to speak to Terrence quickly. I’ll be back.” The vixen lied.

“No problem girl.” Little did Ahsha know... the birthday boy was making his way over to her.

“Here’s your drink, beautiful.” The bartender served with a wink.

“Thank you!” She smiled.

“Why don’t you come over and have a real drink with the big ballers?” Came a deep voice from behind.

“A real drink?” She grinned, instantly recognizing his voice.

“That’s unless you can’t handle it.” The player smirked back. Derek didn’t even need to see Ahsha from the front to know how gorgeous she looked. Her perfume alone was driving him wild.

“There’s nothing I can’t handle.” Finally turning around to face the birthday boy, Ahsha couldn’t help but take in a deep breath. He looked so good it hurt. His red Tom Ford velvet blazer set with a black silk pocket handkerchief, made him look like the Devil himself, whilst the fitted white open shirt underneath clung to him like a second skin. The outfit was completed with white Tom Ford trousers and a pair of white calfskin Ferragamo loafers, finished off with a silver Rolex to die for. “Thought this was an all-white party?” She sassed trying not to give herself away. Ahsha was turned on to say the least and his cologne wasn’t helping.

“Now when have I ever been one to follow the rules?” His eyes bore right into hers. “The birthday boy never follows the rules.” He licked his lips, soaking up every last bit of her appearance also. “You look beautiful, Ahsha.” The player couldn’t help but admit.

“Thank you, Derek.” Ahsha could only blush in response. “Don’t look so bad yourself.”

“I’ll take that.” They both laughed, eyes still set on one another. The atmosphere was starting to get really hot and if they didn’t break eye contact soon... certain urges would start to resurface fast! As if by coincidence “Wild Thoughts” smoothly came on causing every guy to grab the closest girl they could find. With their gaze intensifying, Derek couldn’t help but make his move. “Come with me.” He simply said grabbing the dancers hand. Unable to resist him or the music, Ahsha followed the player as her hips began to sway to the beat.

Once reaching the main party area, Derek wasted no time in watching as the Devil Girl continued to dance showing exactly why she made the team. Her body moved so effortlessly to the music, it was damn near hypnotic. His own hips followed her rhythm only heating up the mood. Ahsha wasn’t even surprised that the player knew how to move... girls clearly lusted over him for a reason. Instead, she reveled in his rhythm and moved in closer. Eventually closing the gap, Derek’s hands slowly traveled down her svelte body before landing on her waist. “Thank you for coming.” He cooed into her ear as they continued to grind on each other. What a great choice of words to use. The feel of her plump ass rubbing against his groin had him ready to end the party and go “make up” for real. “Thank you for having me.” She softly uttered, eyes closed as she continued to enjoy the feel of him behind her. Another great choice of words to use. Suddenly, things were starting to feel pretty intense. The two estranged friends didn’t even realize Terrence & Jelena a few feet away getting in on the action too. They were simply in their own element. Derek’s grip only grew tighter around her waist as he slowly began to nuzzle into her neck, eventually dropping a soft kiss against it. Was he trying to have her lose her mind? Because it was working. All of their animosity before seemed to dissipate and honestly... they were okay with it. Enjoying each other at this moment was all that mattered. “Happy Birthday, Derek.” Ahsha purred as she gently moved her hand onto the back of his neck, still rocking to the beat. Hearing such words only warmed his heart. “Thank you...” he sweetly whispered before moving in closer to the side of her face. Just as he was about to plant another kiss on her...

“Alright, alright... sorry to break it up people but the time has come for us to wish the main man himself, a Happy fucking Birthday!” The DJ announced stopping the music causing everyone to moan. “This one’s for you, D-Ro! Happy Birthday.” He called out once again as “Step In The Name Of Love (Remix)” by R.Kelly came on whilst Mary, Dionne, Terrence and few Devil’s came through the crowd with Derek’s huge 5-tier birthday cake. The sparklers illuminated the area as everyone made way for the player’s family to come through. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched his mother and sister dance to the classic, still leading the way. Seeing just how loved Derek was truly touched Ahsha. Wanting to get out of the way, she tried to step aside but was stopped. “I want you here.” He simply said with nothing but conviction in his eyes. Hearing those words only made her heart grow a few more sizes. Jelena also walked over and stood by her side, completing the piece.

“Happy Birthday, baby boy.” Mary Roman said with open arms once finally reaching her son. “I love you so much Derek, and I am so proud of you.” She said with so much emotion pulling him in for the tightest hug.

“I love you too, mama.” He held her even tighter trying to hold back a thug tear. “Thank you.”

“Happy Birthday, D. I love you.” Dionne also sweetly spoke reaching round to hug the tall player. “Love you too, baby girl.” He replied with the biggest smile, squeezing her with his free arm.

Ahsha and Jelena watched on in complete awe along with the party guests. Once Terrence and the Devil’s approached the player with his cake, everyone began to sing Happy Birthday. The party was more than Derek could have ever asked for. Nothing but love filled the room and he was truly grateful. Once everyone had finished singing, he looked over at Ahsha, winked, then blew out the candles earning a huge cheer. When a few hired staff members came over to take the cake, Derek used this opportunity to say a few special words.

“Man... y’all really have me out here about to get emotional.” He spoke into a microphone passed to him by one of the Devil Girls. “Being sentimental isn’t really my thing, so imma keep this short and sweet.” He joked, earning a few laughs from the crowd. “This right here means the world to me. I really wasn’t expecting much out of celebrating my birthday this year, but as always... you guys come through for me. I wanna start off by thanking all of y’all for coming out tonight and turning up with me.” The crowd cheered as he laughed before getting serious. “I then want to thank my brothers, my teammates...” the player continued. “Y’all continue to put up with me and have been rocking with me for the longest, and I truly appreciate each and every one of you.” He nodded reinforcing his words as the team called out a few words of love and encouragement. “We got this. Devil’s Nation rise up!” He added, only riling up the crowd. “Haha, okay okay. I then want to thank two very special people in my life, my brother Terrence and sister Jelena. You two have been there for me in so many ways...” He paused, feeling himself about to get emotional again. Terrence walked over to his fiancee’s side and held her tightly as they listened to Derek. Ahsha continued to watch on and smile in adoration. “No amount of words will ever be enough to explain how much you guys mean to me. I thank you, we thank you.” He looked over at Mary who nodded in agreeance. Jelena couldn’t help but get teary-eyed at Derek’s words. Terrence tried his best to hold it together but was still very touched. He meant a lot to both of them also.

“Shit...” The player cursed, laughing at how soft he felt. “Alright, I also want to thank a very very special lady in my life. Your presence, kindness, and passion has instilled something very new and special in me. I know I’m a lot to handle, and I know I’m far from perfect but I promise... not a day goes by where I don’t think of you. You’re more than enough and I thank you for being you. You’re simply a dream come true.” He sweetly spoke into the microphone not ashamed of his words at all. Whilst guests looked around trying to figure out just who this “special” woman in Derek’s life was, both Jelena and Terrence nudged each other knowing exactly who he was talking about. Mary also had an idea of who the player was referring to and smiled. Though she hadn’t officially met or seen Ahsha as of yet, judging from the way her son spoke about her, she knew this girl was special indeed. Completely stunned, Ahsha didn’t know what to say or do. She didn’t want to get too excited just in case he wasn’t talking about her but, hearing such words only made her want to snatch the mic from him and steal a kiss. However, before she could bask in the thought of his affection long enough, her moment was cut short once again by none other than...Claudette.

The vixen confidently sashayed from the crowd and approached the player, only to everyone’s shock! “You didn’t have to say all that, baby. I love you and thank you!” She expressed, eagerly reaching up to grab his face and kiss him. Derek, on the other hand, chose to be a gentleman by simply allowing for her kiss to land on his cheek, then quietly whispered for her to chill as this was not the time nor place. Respecting his wishes, Claudette stepped aside receiving a side eye from most of the crowd including Mary Roman and Ahsha... as the player continued. “And last, but certainly not least... I want to say a huge thank you to my beautiful mother, Mary Roman and beautiful little sister, Dionne.” He turned his attention to the two most important women in his life. “Mom, you mean the world to me. Because of you, I am the man that I am today. Every sacrifice you’ve made, every bit of advice you’ve given me has paid off and I couldn’t be more thankful. You are my rock, you are my angel and I thank God for you every single day.” His voice cracked as he watched tears begin to stream down Mary’s face. She mouthed the words “I love you.” whilst he continued... “And as for you Dionne, I’m glad God chose me to be your big brother. You’ve grown into such a smart, beautiful young woman and I love you so much. You continue to inspire me to become a better man every day.” He finally spoke before thanking God.

Everyone was simply touched after hearing the Roman Emperor pour out his heart. As he hugged his loved ones once again, people were ready to continue partying until someone with what appeared to be a huge gift made their way through the crowd. Thinking this was part of the birthday celebration, the DJ lowered the music and pointed the special guest out... little did he know, this person was far from welcome.

“I hope I'm not too late.” He spoke above the music, nervously smiling afterward before spotting the birthday boy. “Happy Birthday... son.” The man’s deep voice sounded as guests watched on in complete confusion.

“Daniel!” Mary Roman called out in utter disbelief. No way could this have been happening right now. Not today of all days.

“Hey... Mary.” He softly added, eyes boring right into hers.

The party area remained completely silent as no one knew what to do. Jelena and Terrence were rendered speechless. Ahsha had no idea what was happening and turned her attention to both Dionne and Derek. Dionne stared blankly at the man who just called her brother “son”, whilst Derek’s eyes stayed fixated on the man as his body grew extremely tense. Feeling eyes on him, Daniel turned his attention back to the player. “I... I’ve been wanting to see you for a while now.” He sheepishly admitted trying to make sense of what was going through his son’s mind. Derek however, couldn’t fathom what was actually happening. After 19 years of absolutely no contact or attempted effort from this man... he thought today of all days was the time to “see him”?

Knowing her son like the back of her hand, Mary already knew that if Daniel didn’t leave at this very moment things wouldn’t end very well. “Daniel... you need to leave. Now!” She tried her best to keep cool but even she could feel her rage begin to get the better of her.

“Mary, look... I just...” He tried to explain only to get cut off.

“Nigga, are you deaf!” The player finally spoke, eyes still piercing right through him.

“Derek...” Mary tried to calm him down, but it was already too late.

“Derek...” Daniel tried to talk once again. Bad move.

“Don’t say my name. You heard my mother... get the fuck out!” He frowned. The crowd could only look on in silence as a few staff members began to reach the area also.

“Look son, I...”

“Son?” Derek repeated now unable to control himself as he slowly began to walk towards the man. Terrence quickly tried to stop his best friend but got his hand swept away. “Son!” The player called out once again, eyes now narrow. “So now I’m your son?” He finally approached the man.

“I understand how you may be feeling right now...” Daniel’s persistence was shocking, to say the least. He just wouldn’t give up.

“You don’t know me to understand a motherfucking thing.” Trying his best not to completely lose control, he decided to give Daniel another chance to leave. “Look, we were all having a great time before you decided to show up uninvited. I don’t know how your ass even got past security since you damn sure weren’t on my list. However, I’m giving you the chance to get the hell out right now before I get security to escort your ass out.” He simply added.

“Derek, I just need you to hear me out.” Daniel pleaded, his eyes holding so much remorse and pain. “I... I’m sorry son.”

“I am not your fucking son!” Derek snapped. His voice causing a chill to go down everyone’s spine. Ahsha squeezed on Jelena’s hand tightly as they helplessly witnessed what was going on. “Call me that again and see what happens!” His jaws began to clench, but that didn’t stop Daniel.

“This is what I deserve, but you have to know how sorry I am. I didn’t mean for things to go down the way they did.” He tried to explain but even Mary had to chime in after hearing such words.

“You are such a disgrace.” She shook her head, standing by their son’s side. “How dare you step foot in my son’s house with this sorry ass apology after 19 years?”

“Mary, please... forgive me.”

“Leave.” She simply said as tears began to stream down her face.

“Mary...” Daniel tried to approach her, but Derek stepped in front. “You really want me to hurt you right now, don’t you?” He warned. “We’ve asked you nicely. I’m not going to say it again. Security, get this motherfucker out of here!” The player demanded.

With two very hench men making their way over to the middle-aged man, he continued to plead. “Just let me explain...”

“It’s too damn late. Get him out of here!” The player demanded once again, however Daniel began to struggle with security. “Get off of me, dammit.” He struggled before continuing. “Derek, I’m sorry. Please!” He fought back. “Dionne, forgive me. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for y’all.”

Whispering amongst the crowd began, and at this point… Derek knew it was time to send everyone home. As this was a star studded event, the player couldn’t afford to have this shocking event out to the public, let alone the blog sites and socialite circles. Social media was a bitch and last thing he needed was for everyone to start more rumors or dig into his personal life. Getting into a huge fight on court was already enough exposure for the star player!

“Yo Terrence, please get security to escort everyone out. The party is over!” Derek called out, whilst still remaining focused on Daniel. With no questions asked, Terrence did exactly that. “You two, keep this motherfucker right here.” He continued, addressing the two guards who were still holding the middle-aged man.

Mumbles, groans and sounds of mobile phones taking pictures rumbled throughout the mansion as guests were prematurely asked to leave the premises. Terrence and few other Devil players helped with security to usher everyone out as quick as possible, though some tried to loiter around and get in on the action. Eventually the place was cleared, with only on duty staff members staying behind. Terrence rushed back to the scene after saying goodbye to his teammates. Meanwhile, Jelena & Ahsha remained standing still a few feet away from the scene before them.

With the coast now clear, Derek proceeded to get into Daniel’s ass. “I’m sure you’ve all figured out that this piece of shit right here is Dionne and I’s father. That’s right, Daniel... that’s your daughter over there.” The player pointed towards his younger sister who was now at the brink of tears. This was her first time seeing her father since she was a baby. “You wouldn’t have even known this was your child if you were to pass her on the street!” Daniel could only look away in complete shame. “Look at her!” The player raised his voice. “You can’t can you?” He laughed. “Yeah, his bitch ass walked out on us 19 years ago. I was only 11 whilst Dionne was only 2...” He continued whilst pacing around the room. Between the adrenaline swirling around with the alcohol he had been drinking earlier, Derek honestly didn’t know what he was capable of… let alone how to feel.

“Derek, please... let’s talk about this in private?” Daniel begged as his voice also began to shake, but Derek wasn’t having it.

“Private? You waltz up in here like father of the year and now you want us to talk in private? You’re a fucking joke!” The player exclaimed in disgust. “Anything you have to say, your ass is gonna say it in front of everyone in this room!” With only Mary, Dionne, Ahsha, Jelena, Terrence and the two security guards holding Daniel, still located in the living room whilst a few other staff members were around trying to tidy up the area… Derek no longer cared and continued to lay all their shit bare. “My mother worked 3 jobs just to provide for us, whilst making sure that I could attend Basketball Camp any chance I could get since I loved playing so much. Something this bastard right here didn’t do or help with because he didn’t want to “waste his money” on us!” Derek confessed, making sure everyone could hear him. By now, Ahsha was also on the brink of tears as was Terrence. No one truly understood why Derek was always so guarded or short-tempered but, it was all starting to make sense now. “I can’t even count the number of times he walked out on my mother, called her out of her name or missed my games. He wasn’t there!”

“Derek baby, it’s okay. Let him go.” Mary interjected, wiping her eyes.

“Nah ma, it’s cool. I’ve got this.” The player replied, eyes still on his father who was now shaking his head. “I was so used to seeing this man come and go but on one particular day... things changed for good.” He continued. “My mother picked me up from Basketball Camp like she usually did, but once we arrived at what we believed was our home... this man had thrown out at least 90% of our shit onto the front lawn whilst stood there with another bitch!” The player confessed, now starting to feel all of his pent up emotions begin to seep out.

“Derek...” Daniel tried to speak.

“Shut the fuck up!” Derek yelled as a tear now streamed down his face. “My mother told me to stay in the car and watch Dionne whilst she went to confront this punk. They went back and forth until he did the unthinkable and pushed... my mother... to the floor.” The player paused as more tears began to fall. “He pushed her and told her to get all of our shit and leave!” He turned his attention back to Daniel who was still in complete shame. “Oh, now you ain’t got shit to say? I was only 11, but seeing my mom on the ground in tears did something to me... so I got out of the car to help her up. Only for this piece of shit to threaten me!”

“Son, please!” Daniel finally spoke, only setting the player off!

“What the fuck did I say!” He grabbed the middle-aged man by his shirt and ran him right into the nearest wall causing everyone to gasp. At this point, the security guards stepped aside and allowed Derek to proceed. “I am not your son!”

“Derek!” Terrence went after him trying to break the player’s grip as tears were running down his face too, but Derek was too far gone once again. Déjà vu.

“You yelled at me, then threatened to kick my ass if I didn’t get back in the car!” He spoke through gritted teeth.

“Derek... I wasn’t in my right mind back then... I’m sorry!” His father pleaded with tears in his eyes now.

“You pushed me to the floor too!” He slammed Daniel against the wall.

“Derek!” He called out.

“I should fucking kill you right now!” The player slammed him against the wall once again, still holding him with all his might. “After that day, I promised myself that I’d be a better man than you ever were! I promised to make it into the NBA just so that I could give my mother and sister the life they deserved! Now, look at me... I’m worth $250 million! Grandma took us in that day and we’ve been just good ever since.”

“Derek... I’m begging you.”

“Don’t fucking beg me! Just get the fuck out! We’re good. Nobody needs a fucking thing from you.” Derek finally spoke releasing his father, before punching a hole straight through the wall right next to his head. “GET HIM THE FUCK OUT!” He belted out. Security immediately took hold of the older man and proceeded to remove him from the premises, whilst Terrence immediately rushed to Derek’s side and held him as he began to breakdown. Mary continued to comfort her youngest just a few feet away, whilst Ahsha and Jelena held each other... both completely heartbroken and in tears. Not a dry eye was in sight.

For what started out as an amazing night of love and fun, surely turned into something truly heartbreaking.

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1.00am

With the premises now completely clear, Derek had eventually left the scene and disappeared off somewhere upstairs. After dismissing the staff on duty until the next day... Mary checked in on her son once again before getting ready to leave with Dionne.

“He says he’s okay, but I know him.” Mary sadly said to both Terrence and Jelena.

“D’s strong, ma. He’ll overcome this. Plus he has us.” Terrence reassured, reaching over to hug the worried mother.

“I’m thankful he has you guys in his life. Thank you.” She expressed, feeling herself begin to well up once again.

“No need to thank us, Mary. We’re all thankful for you too.” Jelena sweetly added. Ahsha could only watch on from afar, still upset.

As Mary leaned in to hug the dancer she noticed Ahsha standing from a distance and frowned. “Excuse me young lady… we asked for everyone to be escorted out hours ago.” She sternly spoke, trying to fix up, clearly not realizing who she was. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Roman. I’m with, Jelena.” Ahsha softly spoke gathering her things.

“Sorry, Mary. That’s Ahsha... my cousin.”

“Oh lord, how could I be so silly.” Mary’s eyes widened once she put two and two together. “I’m sorry sweetie, I didn’t realize...” She said rushing over to the dancer.

“That’s no problem. I should’ve said something before...” She nervously laughed.

“So you’re, Ahsha...” The mother smiled. “My son has told me about you.”

“He has?” Ahsha replied almost in shock.

“Mmmhmm, and between you and me... I think he’d love for you to go upstairs and check on him.” She raised both brows, however, Ahsha wasn’t so sure.

“I... I don’t know if he’d want that, Mrs. Roman.”

“I know that boy better than he knows himself, and I know he’d appreciate it as stubborn as he is.” She shook her head causing the dancer to laugh.

“Okay, I can do that.”

“Good.” Mary moved in to hug her before whispering... “3rd floor. He’ll be outside by the pool.” She added. Ahsha could only smile in response as they broke apart. “Okay, guys... we’re outta here. Thanks again for today.”

“We’re heading out too, ma.” Terrence added, following behind.

“Ahsha, you coming?” Jelena questioned.

“I think I’ll stay for a little while. Don’t worry about me.” She confidently said, only earning a smirk from her cousin.

“Okay girl. Love you.”

“Love you too. Get home, safe guys.” Ahsha waved as they headed for the door.

Once everyone had left, the dancer took a deep breath before slowly making her way up to find the player.

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Ahsha’s heels clicked against the white tiles as she spotted the player sitting on one of the deck chairs overlooking the city.

“Derek...” She softly called out.

“What are you still doing here?” He bluntly said, not even bothering to look back at her.

Not entirely sure of what to say... Ahsha stood silently. Clearly, Derek wasn’t in the mood for company and maybe it was best for her to leave.

To be continued....

*Thank you all for reading. Hope you enjoyed the 5th chapter of: Better For You. Please make sure to comment, like and reblog. Any typos… blame my sleep deprivation. Much love.*

Daniel Roman.

Mary Roman.

Dionne Roman.

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domxcorleone · 7 years ago

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Dersha Prompt - Number 8: “I’m Not... JEALOUS!”

*Authors Note: Surprise! I know the wait for Chapter 5 of “Better For You” has been a long one, therefore I thought I’d at least write a little something for you all in the meantime. So here’s a new Dersha prompt! The idea of a “Jealous Ahsha” is something we all want to witness at one point. So hopefully writing this story will allow this to become a reality someday, lmao. Chapter 5 will be posted one of these days lol. You can read all of my other fan fics here: My Dersha FANFICS & PROMPTS ♡ . Hope you all enjoy this short story (side note: apologies for any spelling mistakes or typos... mi tiyaaad!). Remember to share your thoughts. Much love, Dom. @betnetworks*

“Ahsha...” Derek calmly called out, following behind his wife as she hastily made her way into the kitchen. “Baby...” He continued, only to receive nothing but silence. “So you’re gonna give me the silent treatment all night?” His eyebrows furrowed whilst Ahsha pretended as if she didn’t hear him.

“Derek, I’m fine.” She lied, slamming the house keys down on the kitchen counter trying her best not to look as pissed as she felt... failing miserably of course. The passive aggressiveness was hella real.

“Clearly you’re not.” The player pressed, standing on the opposite side of the island.

“I said... I’m fine.” She said with enough bite in her tone. Though Derek wouldn’t dare smirk at this current moment, he couldn’t help but take a little joy in seeing his wife so hot and bothered.

It was date night for The Roman’s, and after a night of laughter, flirting and good conversation... things would go left the minute a woman would approach the star athlete. Though Derek would usually shut things down almost immediately... this night he’d actually engage in a conversation with this woman, who mind you... was very easy on the eyes also. At least that’s what Ahsha thought. Finally home and the young wife was about to let her man have it!

“I wasn’t flirting with her, Ahsha.” He simply tried to reassure though the dancer wasn’t trying to hear him.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” He raised his brow.

“What? You weren’t flirting with her. I heard you.” Ahsha couldn’t help but feel some type of way. Her husband was hers and hers only, and seeing women wet their panties over him day in and day out simply drove her insane. Though she never appeared or considered herself to be the jealous type before... things immediately changed the minute she fell in love with the player and became dickmatized. And now that they were husband and wife... catching a case was starting to look more than likely.

Both stars knew exactly what came with the package being that they were constantly in the limelight, and often managed to reign in their jealousy when the other would get attention and fawned over... however, this night was different! With Derek being a sex symbol and never failing to be pleasant to his fans, some women with no shame would take advantage of that and go too far.

“I think you’re slightly overreacting...” The player rubbed the back of his head as he could feel the heat in the kitchen begin to increase. Rarely would he see his wife get this worked up over groupies, but him being approached by a halfway decent woman this time... caused Ahsha to see red.

“Oh so now I’m overreacting?” Her eyes narrowed in on his. “Maybe I should go overreact upstairs in bed, whilst you take the couch tonight.”

“Take the what?” The lines in Derek’s forehead deepened. “It ain’t even that serious, Ahsha. You must be tripping if you think I’m sleeping on the couch for no reason.” He scoffed.

“I’m tripping? Derek get out my face.”

“Ahsha, come on...”

“Would you not react the same way if the shoe was on the other foot, Derek?” The dancer folded her arms, waiting on the lie her husband was about to tell.

“Actually, I wouldn’t.” The player simply replied casually walking over to the fridge.

“That’s bullshit and you know it. The mailman was simply doing his job the other day, yet look at how you acted!”

“That was different. You and I both know that he was trying to get at you.” He replied before taking a sip from a water bottle. Her husbands nonchalant attitude was only getting her even more annoyed. “He said “Hope you have a good day, Mrs. Roman.” What was wrong with that?” She rolled her eyes.

“Then he looked you up and down and winked.”

“Um... he winks at everyone, Derek. Clearly he knows we’re married. You were standing right behind me!”

“Well he ain’t never winked at me before.” The player shrugged.

“Stop being a smart-ass. You knew that girl was trying to get at you, and you entertained it!”

“I did not entertain, Natalie.”

“Natalie? You know what...” She placed both hands on her temples, taking a deep breath before attempting to leave the kitchen only to be side stepped by her husband. “Baby, relax. I’m just messing with you...” He chuckled, trying to grab her arm.

“This shit is not funny! You’re not taking me seriously, Derek.”

“Yes I am, Ahsha. But baby... there’s no need to be this mad. I was just being nice.”

“You were speaking to her once I got back from the bathroom and only god knows why and what the hell y’all were talking about.” The dancer snatched her arm away from him.

“It was a harmless conversation, Ahsha.”

“Clearly it was an interesting one too since you had a big ass smile plastered on your face!” Just thinking about the scene made her want to slap somebody, though it really wasn’t that serious. Ahsha knew deep down that her husband had done nothing wrong. But seeing him speak to another woman simply got her blood pressure going.

“She was talking about how much she admired our marriage...”

“Well she needed to mind her damn business. She doesn’t know us like that! You know she was using that as an excuse to talk to you, Derek!”

“Doubt it. She was married.”

“Wow, you just seem to know everything about good ol’Natalie. Does she have kids too? A white picket fence with a Labrador named Bruno? Shit.” The dancer pushed pass her husband and began to pace back and forth. Derek could only watch on in slight shock and amusement. “Are you hearing yourself right now?” He couldn’t help but laugh. His wife was just too cute whenever she got mad... or jealous in this case. “I ever tell you how cute you are when you get jealous?” He slowly approached the heated vixen once again.

“I’m not... jealous!” She raised her voice, glaring up at her husband.

“Mmm, you’re so sexy when you get mad baby.” The player bit his bottom lip as his eyes grew smaller. Getting this close to his wife whenever she got like this probably wasn’t the smartest decision. However, it was a risk he was willing to take. Especially with her working her little black dress.

“Don’t patronize me, Derek!” She placed her hand against his chest. “Fuck it, I’m going to bed.”

“No you’re not... come here.” He pulled her back towards him.

“Don’t touch me.”

“You need to chill...”

“And you need to get the hell off of me!” She tried to move out of his grip but of course it was virtually impossible. “Derek!”

“You see this?” He raised his left hand up to her face making sure she got a good look at his ring finger, still tightly holding her in place. “This right here is my life, Ahsha. It symbolizes my love and commitment to you.” He sternly spoke, looking deep into her eyes... then used his free hand to grab hers and raised it also. “I put this ring on your finger for a reason. You are and will always be the only woman to have my heart. These rings are our forever. So remember that the next time you see me “entertaining” another female... and know that none of them could ever hold a candle to you.” Ending his speech, he kissed her hand before releasing it. Eyes still fixated on hers... the player awaited his wife’s response. Ahsha on the other hand was rendered completely speechless and turned on all at once. Her husband always had a way with words, but this right here hit her to the core. All she could do was stare back at him in awe, to which he continued... “And just one more thing...” He roughly grabbed her face, slowly backing her into one of the kitchen counters. “Only you can get this dick as hard as this.” Swiftly grabbing her left hand once again bringing it down to his thick length, leaving his wife no choice but to cop a feel of his rock hard dick.

Completely mesmerized by her husband’s words, aggressively and what she could feel against her palm, the dancer could only utter the words... “I fucking love you.” Instantly kissing his lips after. Jealously was a bitch, but who could blame her? Derek was simply everything she could ask for and more, and she’d be damned if any other woman would try to snatch him away. Though that wasn’t possible.

“Oh now you love me?” He smirked, taking her bottom lip between his teeth tugging at it.

“Mmm, never stopped.” She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his teeth and tongue. Funny how she could go from wanting to kill him to wanting to feel him, in just a matter of seconds.

“I know that’s right.” The player slowly moved up to her ear. “I love you too.” He whispered, gently biting down on her earlobe afterwards. Ahsha could only groan in response.

“I’m sorry baby...” She cooed as his teasing was staring to sedate her.

“No, but you’re gonna be...” Derek shot back, and just like that the player lifted her onto the counter and spread her thighs further apart. “Imma show you who’s dick this really belongs to.” As if his words alone weren’t enough to drive her crazy, the minute she felt her husbands hand reach underneath her dress... she knew it was game over.

“Derek...” The dancer sighed, feeling her panties more to the side. “This is the only pussy I want to feel...” He spoke, slowly guiding his fingers into her wetness. The dirty talk coming from the player was only getting her hornier.

“Ugh...” Ahsha could only suck air between her teeth at the feel of his long fingers sliding in and out of her. Her hips began to undulate as if it were second nature. “I love when you do that shit...” He groaned, still working her center.

“Give it to me, Derek.” She moaned, any longer and she’d be in tears. From the warm kisses against her jawline and neck, to the feel of his fingers rubbing against throbbing clit... Ahsha was almost on the brink of tears. It was time to feel him in the best way, and fast!

“You sure you ready for this dick?” Who was he fooling. He needed to feel her as bad as she needed to feel him. His thick bulge was ready to rip through his jeans.

“Fuck yes!” She pulled him in closer and attacked his lips with a nasty kiss, whilst he unzipped his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers. With his hardened piece standing to attention... he brought the dancer forward, pulled her panties off and roughly guided himself into her slick folds. “Ugh, shit!” She cried out. As many times as they had fucked... the size of his dick never failed to take her by surprise.

“You wanted all of this right?” He sunk deeper into her warmth, teeth grazing her jawline... “So take it!” He began to pump into his wife with no mercy.

“Oh God...” Ahsha cried out as Derek's grip around her small waist tightened, whilst his thrusts grew harder and faster. The dick was so good she couldn’t help but dig her nails into in either side of his neck. “You’re so big, Derek...” She tilted her head back reveling at the feel of her husband.

“He can’t help you right now, baby.” The player groaned at the feel of her tightness. “You love when I fuck you like this, huh Ahsha?” Derek was ramming his dick into Ahsha so hard that the kitchen utensils were starting to shake from the rack.

“Yes, baby, yes!” She screamed, clinging onto him for dear life whilst sexing him right back. The faster his thrusts grew, the more her hips waved against his. “God you feel so good...” She moaned against his lips before sliding her tongue into his mouth, only encouraging him to go harder. “Derek, I’m close...” The dancer whined, breaking the kiss.

“Daddy got you...” He whispered, lifting her off the counter and keeping her in mid-air. And just like that he began to sex her crazy. Grinding his hips into her wet center whilst raising her hips up and down. He could literally feel her honeyed sex coating every last inch of his thickness.

“Shit... Derek, I’m gonna cum!” She cried, unable to control her loud gut wrenching moans. Feeling her walls begin to tighten around his dick, all she could do was bite down on his neck. “I’ll never get tired of this pussy.” The player groaned, feeling his balls begin to tighten. They amorous couple locked lips one final time as they neared their climax. A few more ragged pumps, followed by some more tongue kissing and hair pulling... and Ahsha was first to go, eventually followed by Derek. “Fuck!” He called out as his hot cum shot straight through his wife’s slick opening. “Ugh...” She moaned. Never growing tired of such a feeling.

“See... you don’t ever need to worry about the Natalie’s, Melissa’s, Brenda’s or Chanelle’s of this world. This dick isn’t for sale.” Derek breathlessly spoke against her lips, still inside of her.

“Oh I know, baby. I just wanted to get into your ass a lil bit...” She stuck her tongue out, her raspy laugh filling the kitchen before pulling the player in for another deep kiss.

“Oh yeah? Well watch me get into that ass upstairs!” He smacked her ass, before lifting her off the counter and heading out of the kitchen.

“Wait, wait...” The player stopped his movements. “So what did you and Natalie talk about then?” Ahsha tilted her head. The dancer just couldn’t help but ask.

“Remember I said that she admired our marriage?”

“Yeah...” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Well, she wanted a threesome.” He simply admitted with a smirk.

“Derek!” Ahsha called out, slapping his shoulder before they both broke out in laughter. “Mmm, I mean...” He teased, biting down on his lip as they continued their journey.

“Nasty ass. I don’t share!”

“You just want this dick all to yourself, don’t you?”

“And don’t you forget it.”

The two lovers continued to banter back and forth with one another, eventually making their way upstairs wasting no time getting started on round two.

Though they’d never agree to having a threesome, the thought did somewhat turn them on.

The end.

*Thank you all for reading. Much appreciated.*

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domxcorleone · 8 years ago

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Derek & Ahsha FANFIC: Better For You (Chapter 4)

*Authors Note: Chapter 4 is finally here, and the mess has only gotten messier! This chapter focuses on the aftermath of Derek & Ahsha’s night together, following her confession. Will their budding romance get stronger or will things completely crumble? You can catch the rest of the series here. Chapter 5 will feature everyone, and will be EPIC!!! Remember to let me know your thoughts :)*

The sensual sounds of Tank's "I Need" started to softly play throughout the bachelor pad, as the player returned to his seat and began rolling up a blunt. Though this type of music wasn't the best for keeping him out of his feelings... Tank as an artist just knew the perfect words to say when singing about certain situations he could relate to. Throw in the blunt and it was a match made in heaven. Smoking weed wasn't an everyday thing for the professional athlete due to scheduled drug tests and assessments, but having never failed a drug test - plus the fact that it was legal in the state of California, Derek and a few of his teammates made sure to take their advantage. Terrence included.

Slowly exhaling his thick cloud of smoke, each word being sung instantly had his mind going back to the dancer that had just left not so long ago. Regret started to kick in as Derek thought back to how easily he had let her go. And though he was still pissed at Ahsha's revelation... they could've at least sat and talked about things, but instead, he shut down as per usual. Never really being one to open up was starting to become a burden for the player. Instead of expressing himself, Derek would often choose other ways of relieving stress i.e playing basketball, working out or having sex. However, this had to stop. Especially now that he was getting older and wanting to have a girl of his own. As the player sunk deeper into his leather sofa... the buzzer went off signaling yet another arrival.

"Shit". He regretfully mused to himself, remembering just who he had messaged out of impulse. But after taking a few seconds to brace himself for the drama to come... Derek sluggishly walked over to the main door, blunt between his lips and opened it.

"I knew this wasn't over..." The vixen purred, smirking as she looked the half-naked player up and down. Just the way the smoke eased out of his mouth had her ready to jump his bones.

"Look, I just want a chill night."

"If you wanted a chill night..." She moved in closer as her fingertips grazed his bare chest... "you wouldn't have called me over." And just like that, the vixen grabbed the blunt from his lips and placed it between hers walking inside.

Derek could only look back as he watched her black trench coat fall to the floor, exposing her sheer lingerie. As much as Claudette drove him insane with her antics... there was no denying how tempting the woman was. With the effects of the weed mixed in with the slow jams playing and his horny state... the player simply knew that resisting was definitely out of the question this night. Especially after feeling slightly rejected by the one woman he actually took time to get to know and show affection to. It was time to let that ship sail and get his.

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12:00pm

After enjoying the Californian sun whilst running a few errands together, the two cousins finally returned back to Jelena and Terrence's house. Thank God it was their day off as there was no way in hell Ahsha would've been able to face the basketball player after their late night encounter.

"And then we didn't get home til 4am this morning." Jelena continued to talk as the two dancers placed a few shopping bags on her white marble countertop.

"Damn. Sounds like y'all had fun." Ahsha spoke, her mind clearly elsewhere.

"Oh, we had fun alright. Terrence got a lil hungry once we got in, so you know I had to give him a lil taste." The captain grinned. "I'm still worn out, and don't even get me started on how she's feeling down there..."

"Ugh. T-M-fucking-I, Jey." The dancer frowned playfully, rolling her eyes. At least one person managed to get some last night. She was still salty after not being able to finish off what she had started with the player.

"Girl, please. Stop acting like you're not a freak."

"I think you're exaggerating just a little." Of course, her mind instantly went back to the bulge in Derek's pants. Sexually frustrated wasn’t even the word.

"Ahsha... you love dick. You're a freak." Jelena repeated with the straightest look on her face.

"Jelena!" She couldn't help but laugh. The fact that her cousin wasn't lying, only resulted in her having to take the L.

“Anyway, speaking of... what did you get up to last night then?"

“You know the usual. Watched a few shows, ate, slept.” Once again, the dancer found herself lying.

“Typical. Sounds like both you and Derek have a lot in common. He didn’t join us last night either.”

“Oh. Really?” She raised her brow.

“Yeah, nothing new. Knowing him... he was probably adding another jump-off to his list.” Jelena laughed shaking her head, not even realizing that her words actually cut the dancer deep. How could she tell her cousin that she almost ended up on that list? First Keith, now almost Derek? As much as Ahsha knew that Jelena would always have her back... her recent decisions weren’t seeming too smart.

“Ha, probably.” She added.

“Why don’t we take this convo into the living room. I’ll get the glasses... the champagne is on the shelf, and the juice is in the refrigerator.”

"Kay." The dancer simply replied, watching on as the captain grabbed champagne flutes and left the kitchen. Feeling the urge to message her favorite basketball player... Ahsha checked her phone. The fact that he hadn't said a word to her after how their night had ended, only made her feel worse. What did she really expect? No guy really wants to hear the words "I slept with my ex" when pursuing a girl. They damn sure don't want to hear that during intense foreplay either.

Deciding against the action, the dancer simply grabbed the drinks and joined her cousin in the living room.

......

The dancers talked, laughed and drank the afternoon away. Meanwhile walking up the stairs to the contemporary estate...

"D, you good?" Terrence questioned, noticing his best friends distance.

"Yeah. Why?" He nonchalantly replied still walking.

"You didn't say anything smart during practice, and you've been quiet as hell all the way over here."

"Nah, I'm good. Just tired."

"Bullshit. You sad you didn't get to see your lil girlfriend at work today, huh?" The player teased, laughing hysterically only to Derek's displeasure. Instead of responding... he simply remained silent and continued to walk until finally approaching the house.

"She's not my girl, Terrence." He bluntly replied in all seriousness. Terrence, however, wasn't phased in the slightest.

"Yea, whatever."

Finally opening the door, the two players ventured through the mansion intent on heading straight to the backyard to work on more plays. However, hearing the wild laughter coming from the living room instantly caused the man of the house to see what was going on. Recognizing the raspy laugh, Derek couldn't help but use this as an excuse to get some something to "drink".

"Throats kinda dry. I'll be in the kitchen." The player lied.

"Aight, but don't go searching for food or nothin."

"Man shut the hell up." They both laughed before going their separate ways.

......

"Who's making all this damn noise in my house?" Terrence sternly spoke, trying to sound serious but couldn't keep from smirking at his fiance.

"Your house? Terrence, please. Don't you have something to do? Somewhere to be?" Jelena shot back with a raised brow.

"Oh, I have something to do alright. But I'll wait til our company leaves." He couldn't help but take things back to sex, especially after the night they had. His fiance could only bite down on her bottom lip in response.

"Y'all make me sick." Ahsha added, rolling her eyes at the two lovers before taking another swig on her chilled beverage. Did she mention she was still salty?

"Wait, our company? Ahsha's the only one here." Jelena quickly shook off any nasty thoughts, remembering her man's choice of words.

"Nah, D's here too." Terrence casually added. Ahsha on the other hand almost choked on her mimosa. Surely he meant another "D" and not the same one she almost slept with and hadn't faced since. Suddenly, the dancer felt nauseous.

"And he couldn't come in to say hi?" Jelena played offended.

"He's getting something to drink."

"Right. Derek... get your ass in here and say hi!" Jelena cheerfully called out. If only she knew.

Hearing the dancers voice, only made things more awkward for the player. Derek knew he wouldn't get away this lightly... it was Jelena after all. As much as he didn't want to face whoever was in that living room with her right now, the player reluctantly got up from the kitchen counter and strolled over to the living room.

"Sup." He simply spoke, taking a sip from the water bottle as he stood by the entrance. Ahsha couldn't even look in his direction. Especially now that she was starting to feel tipsy. Just the sound of his voice had her feelings all over the place once again.

"Ew, what's up with you?" Jelena frowned, instantly picking up on the stank mood he was in.

"He's "tired"." Terrence air quoted.

"Oh really? I'm guessing that's why you didn't join us last night then?"

"You could say that." The player replied, trying his hardest not to look over at the Devil Girl... however, his curiosity failed him.

Feeling eyes on her, the Devil Girl looked up only to match his intense gaze. Butterflies, regret, and anger hit both of them instantly.

"Am I trippin... or did y'all not say hi to each other yet?" Terrence interrupted looking at both Derek and Ahsha who were still looking at one another. This only increased the tension in the room.

"Right. I know you two aren't acting shy around each other all of a sudden." Jelena added trying to get her cousins attention. However... the two friends remained silent, now looking away.

Both Jelena and Terrence exchanged confused looks between each other. Something was definitely up but they just couldn't put their fingers on it. Trying to avoid any questioning... Ahsha decided to put her big girl panties on and break the ice.

"Hey..." She softly spoke, faintly smiling.

"Hey." He bluntly replied before turning his attention back to his water.

Before anyone could even get another word out or address the elephant in the room... Derek simply took it upon himself to leave the scene. "Yo T, I'll be out on the court getting warmed up." He muttered to his now very confused best friend. "Good seeing y'all." The player finally added, addressing Jelena more than anything before leaving. It was fair to say that Ahsha was now completely crushed.

Taking this as a cue to leave, Terrence simply said his goodbyes and met his friend outside ready to interrogate his ass.

Meanwhile back in the living room...

"Okay, what the hell was that all about?" The captain turned to her cousin.

"What was what about?" She played coy.

"Ahsha... you mean to tell me that you didn't notice how off Derek was?"

"He's your best friend, Jelena."

"And he's your potential, or am I wrong in thinking that now?"

"Maybe he was just having a bad day or something." Ahsha shrugged, trying her best to avoid this conversation once again.

"You two barely spoke to each other. Did something happen?" Jelena was now over the bullshit. Recently her cousin had become a tad bit secretive, and she wasn't feeling it. "Ahsha?" She pressed once again, this time with a little more harshness in her voice.

"Look, I tried to make things right... and I fucked up." The dancer finally confessed, feeling the alcohol flow through her bloodstream at a fast rate.

"I'm not following..."

"I took your advice and he didn't take it well."

"Hold on... you told him about, Keith?" The captain moved in closer. As messed up as this situation was starting to become, Jelena had to admit... it was juicy as fuck!

"Yeah." She slumped back into the sofa.

"Damn."

"That was after we almost had sex." Ahsha could barely look her cousin in the eye.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me, Ahsha. Please tell me you're joking." Jelena almost shot up from the sofa. Her green eyes widened at her cousin's shock reveal. Just what in the hell had gotten into Ahsha lately?

"I wish I could say that I was..." She meekly uttered. The effects of the mimosa were really starting to kick in.

"Shit, Ahsha! I told you to tell him the truth... not to almost fuck him."

"We didn't plan on taking things there, Jey. It just happened. We... I... it just happened." She sighed before continuing. "But I had to stop it before it went any further."

"Now this all makes sense..." The captain placed a palm on her forehead.

"I don't know what's wrong with me. I try to do things the right way and end up fucking shit up even more." A single tear began to stream down her face as she opened up to her cousin. "I didn't want to hurt him." She finally muttered, only feeling worse about her actions and how she had taken Derek's feelings for her for granted.

"Ahsha, it's okay." Jelena reached over and comforted the dancer. "Derek is one of the sweetest guys I know. Yes, he can be an asshole. But when it comes to those he truly cares for... he's a completely different man."

"I don't have the kind of relationship you and Terrence have with him. You guys all go way back. I think it's over for us, Jelena." Ahsha tried to refrain from shedding any more tears, but something about losing the player honestly broke her heart. Surely this was more than just feelings she was starting to feel for him?

"Derek doesn't give any women the time of day. I've known this man for years. Something about you clearly made him do that, therefore I doubt it's over. Just give him some time... I'm sure he'll come around. I mean that's if you're really serious about starting something with him?"

"I think I am, Jelena." She raised her head from her cousin's shoulder.

"You think? Ahsha, you just got out of a 3-year relationship with that piece of shit. Maybe it's best for both of you to take some time apart until you realize this is what you really want."

"I've never been more sure of something in my life. The way he made me feel last night... Jey, I honestly haven't felt that way in years. We shared something special." Ahsha spoke with so much conviction, she even surprised herself. Jelena couldn't even knock the dancer after hearing those words.

"Well damn... alright then girl." She smiled before reaching for her mimosa. "So, exactly how far did you guys go last night?"

"Jey..." Ahsha warned trying not to smirk.

"Oh come on. The least you owe me is a little detail since I've been playing Iyanla to your messed up ass recently."

"Iyanla, really?." Her raspy laugh filled the room once again. "Fine... let's just say, Derek isn't in the NBA for nothing." Ahsha couldn't help but think back to the way he worked her pussy the night before, or how big his dick clearly seemed. "He's really, really good with his hands if you know what I mean..." She winked at the captain.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean. Please elaborate." Jelena mocked, tilting her head.

"He got a real goood feel of me." Ahsha exaggerated, extending her slender fingers making sure her cousin could pick up on her sexual innuendo. “And I just know the dick is thickkk...” She finished, biting her lip.

"Mmm... just like I thought, thot."

"Bitch!" Ahsha called out playfully hitting the captain.

"Yet, I'm a freak? Girl bye." Jelena popped her back.

They both bursted out in a fit of laughter once again. It was just like them to go from sharing a deep moment to fooling around. This is why they were more than just cousins.

......

Realizing it was time to sober up, Ahsha decided to head over to the kitchen and grab some water and a few snacks. Too busy scanning through the fridge for something to eat, the dancer had completely forgotten that both Terrence and Derek were still outside playing ball and were using the kitchen regularly to refuel.

"So you fucked Claudette... after Ahsha left?" Terrence questioned, holding Derek back as he dribbled the ball.

"It wasn't even like that." Derek shot back, trying to steal.

"That's cold, D." He replied, still holding out his arm. "Better pray they don't find out. Otherwise... you're fucked."

"Please... I'm grown. I didn't do this shit out of spite." The player breathlessly retorted, eventually grabbing the ball and making the layup shot. "I just needed to get mine." He finally added, throwing the ball behind his back heading for the kitchen once again.

"Bring me out a Gatorade, and stop drinking up all my shit." Terrence called out wiping down his sweat only to receive a middle finger from the player.

The backdoor closing shut startled the dancer, causing her to turn around only to face the very person that had been avoiding her. Surprise was etched on both of their faces for a brief moment before memories of what had happened instantly replaced it. For what felt like hours, their eyes bore into one another's. Neither of them knew exactly what to say, however as weird as things felt at this present moment... the two friends couldn't help but feel more attracted to another than ever before. Just seeing the way the players sweat glistened all over his sculpted torso had Ahsha weak at the knees. Derek, on the other hand, was trying his best not to give off any expressions or emotions... but damn the dancer was working her tight maxi jersey dress.

With Ahsha still stood by the fridge, Derek had no choice but to state his intentions...

"I just came to grab a Gatorade." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Oh, right." She nervously laughed, moving out of the way as the player began to walk over.

"You need anything?" His deep voice sent chills down her spine. How could he still smell so damn good after playing out in the sun for so long? What she really needed... WAS HIM!

"No... no, I got what I needed." She stuttered, trying not to stare too hard at his bulging muscles. Maybe it was the alcohol still in her system but ever since their little encounter the night before... seeing Derek had her wanting him in the best and worst way. Getting a sense of how good he could make her feel literally changed things for life. Ahsha had it bad. Little did she know though, the feeling was mutual.

"Cool." He grabbed two bottles and closed the fridge.

A moment of silence passed between them. Being so close to each other with no one around had the two friends wanting to pick up from where they left off. It was almost as if they could read one another's mind, however, things were no longer that simple. As bad as Derek wanted to do Ahsha right there on the kitchen counter... he simply couldn’t help but think about her confession or the fact that he slept with Claudette. Choosing to leave things the way it was, the player headed straight for the door.

“So is this it?” Ahsha could no longer keep quiet. As nervous as the dancer was, she simply needed to know exactly where they stood.

“What you talking about?” The player simply replied, turning to face her with the blankest expression.

“Look, Derek... I’m sorry. I made a mistake and I’m admitting that.” She sadly spoke, still confident in her approach nevertheless.

“And I heard you. We’re good.” Derek shot back, still cool as a cucumber. Deep down, however... it was a completely different story.

The player was actually starting to feel bad for having a weak moment with his jump-off. Ahsha really meant a lot to him though he was still hurt by her revelation. Instead of acting out on impulse, the player knew talking to Ahsha when she was still at his place would’ve been the better option. Pride was definitely a bitch.

“So you’re going to keep giving me the cold shoulder then?” She folded her arms. This was a side to Derek, Ahsha didn’t know how to take. Apart of her knew that it was a front in order to protect his male ego, but another part of her couldn’t actually make out whether or not the player was done with her.

“Cold shoulder? Ahsha, I said it’s cool. You really don’t owe me anything... it's not like we're together like that.” He added, sounding harsher than he had intended.

“Right.” She humbly bit down on her bottom lip, not knowing what more to say. After all... Derek was technically right. They weren’t a couple. However, hearing those words still cut deep.

“We’re good. I promise.” The player tried his best to reassure her noticing the hurt in her eyes, but it was too late. Ahsha tried to turn her attention elsewhere but the longer Derek stayed stood in the kitchen, the more upset she was becoming. “Look, I’m heading back outside. I’ll see you around, okay?” His tone softened. As pissed as he still was... Derek wanted nothing more than to hold the tiny dancer in his arms.

“Kay.” Ahsha simply replied.

Taking one final look at her, he finally left the kitchen.

It was fair to say their budding romance was now on halt.

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Returning back to the arena after having a day off honestly felt like a struggle. The Devil Girls loved what they did, but having such a high intensity job really did take a lot out of them. Any time off was a much needed blessing. Practice today in particular was slightly challenging as the girls had an upcoming game to get ready for.

"Ugh, I need a massage... or some sex." Kyle whined as the girls left the locker room.

"If someone gave me a dollar for every time you mentioned the word sex, I could buy the team." Ahsha rolled her eyes.

"Sex, sex, sex. You rich yet?" The southern belle teased. "Ooh, we need to stop by Vicky Secrets by the way... I need to update my collection."

"I'll pass." The dancer laughed, shaking her head.

"Like hell, you will. If anyone needs some new lingerie, it's yo ass. Crop tops and sports bras don't cut it, carebear." The dancer sassed as her southern twang echoed through the hallway.

"That's right, let the entire arena know all my business." She playfully sighed. "I don't have a choice do I?" Such a question could only cause Kyle to smirk. Yanking her arm, the two dancers made their way to the elevators... quickly catching a glimpse of Derek and a few of the other Devils making their way down the hall. Like magnets, their eyes instantly met before tearing away from one another's. Kyle not missing a single moment had to press...

"There goes D-Ro, why didn't y'all speak?"

"Kyle... we don't need to talk every time we see each other." Ahsha replied trying her best not to sound too bothered.

"If you don't talk to him, another thirsty bitch will. Keep that man on lock girl." Kyle finally added, before making their way over to the parking deck.

Maybe a little retail therapy would take her mind off of things because Lord knows the dancer was growing tired of everyone asking her about... Derek!

......

5:00pm

As usual, the store was busy as hell. You had: the wives and girlfriends buying items to spice things up in the bedroom. The side pieces buying items for the men that weren't theirs, and then you had the women like Ahsha, simply tagging along against their will.

"Red or Black?" Kyle asked, holding up two crotchless lace panties.

"How about one that actually covers up something?" Ahsha replied sarcastically, eyeing up the provocative undergarments.

"You're right. Red it is." The blue-eyed fox ignored the dancer and smiled to herself, before placing the black ones in her shopping bag also.

"Didn't you just say you were getting the red ones?" She raised her brow.

"I sure did. The black ones are for you."

"Kyle..." Ahsha whined, rolling her eyes.

"You'll thank me for this one day." She winked, tapping the dancer's ass. Ahsha had no choice but to laugh at the antics of her crazy friend.

The conversation and laughter from the two Devil Girls somehow managed to catch the attention of a certain someone, in which they just couldn't pass up the opportunity to come and say hi.

"Crotchless panties... cute." Came the sarcastic tone of the unexpected shopper.

"Excuse me?" Kyle snapped her head around to get a better look at the stranger. Ahsha on the other hand, couldn’t believe her eyes. Of all the damn places to run into this person? For a city so big, it still wasn’t enough to keep from running into the same tired ass individuals. Ahsha was over it.

"Oh, I don't think we've met. I'm Claudette Williams. Ahsha knows me..." She grinned, now turning her attention to the dancer.

It took everything for Ahsha not to retaliate or show any signs of being pissed, therefore she simply decided to play along with Claudette's game.

"Kyle, you know Claudette." She smiled back before leaning in to whisper into the blonde's ear. "One of Derek's groupies." Making sure to let the vixen hear every word of it.

"Oh, I see..." Kyle whispered, also playing along. "Nice to meet you, sweetie." She continued with a fake smile, exaggerating her southern twang.

"You would know all about being a groupie, wouldn’t you?” Claudette shot back now speaking directly to the dancer.

“Actually no. But maybe someone, as experienced as you, could give me some insight?” Ahsha titled her head. Things were about to get ugly once again.

“Funny you say that. I guess my experience did pay off after all... Derek was very rewarding two nights ago.” The vixen grinned as the look on Ahsha’s face instantly changed. “Oh, he didn’t tell you? He called me as soon as you left his place, boo.”

“Left his place?” Kyle repeated in confusion.

Her teammate’s question completely went over her head, as all Ahsha could see was red. She prayed that Claudette was lying.. however, something told her that she wasn’t. Deciding to find the truth out for herself later, she simply replied to the groupie... “And why wouldn’t he? You are a Call Girl after all. Actually, no... you’d have to have at least some bit of class to be called that. Still a thirsty thot nonetheless.”

“Bitch please, that’s that hurt talking. Don’t be mad that I did what you couldn’t. You thought taking your fast ass to Derek’s place would actually do something? He doesn’t care about you like that. The sooner you realize this, the better. Just know that I am not going anywhere... and yes the dick was big and bomb as always.” Claudette shot back with enough bite to set Ahsha off. Usually, the dancer wouldn’t let the words of anyone especially not that of a common hood rat get to her so easily... but with the simple fact that she actually had feelings for the player - it was hard not to feel some type of way. It also didn’t help that he had been distant for the last few days.

“All that dick and still not being claimed? Poor you.” Ahsha simply said before turning to her friend. “Kyle, I’m leaving.” She finally added before walking towards the exit. Any longer and surgeons would’ve had to pull her foot from out of the vixens ass.

“Ahsha, wait!” Kyle called out. Her items still hadn’t been paid for.

“That’s right bitch, leave.” Claudette retorted, feeling pleased with herself though still bothered. However, Kyle couldn’t miss the chance to add a little more salt to her wounds.

“Now Darlin, you know D-Ro wouldn’t be caught dead with a classless skank like you. You’re simply a piece of ass to him and that’s all you’ll ever be. Have a blessed day now.” The sassy blonde quickly added before rushing off to the tills.

By the time she had finished paying for her things and made it outside, Ahsha was nowhere in sight.

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6.00pm

With his duffle bag in tow and Beats blasting some classic Jay... Derek was ready to hit the sack. Waiting for the elevator to arrive, he looked down at his phone contemplating on messaging the one person that never seemed to leave his mind. However, decided against it. Once the doors opened he walked in, pressed the button to the parking deck and simply closed his eyes. Taking in the music, the player failed to realize the tiny dancer rush through the elevator doors before they closed. She was on a mission to find the player knowing that he’d still be in the arena, but with no sign of him... gave up on her search and decided to call it a night also.

The Devil and Devil Girl were both so caught up in their thoughts that they failed to notice one another's presence. That’s until the elevator stopped on their desired floor and opened up...

“Ahsha?” The player questioned as the dancer began to walk through the doors. Things were too surreal now. Ahsha had finally found exactly who she had been looking for this entire time, yet the reality of actually being in Derek’s presence proved much harder to deal with. Being unable to face him right now, the dancer simply continued to walk. “Ahsha!” He called out again, thinking she hadn’t heard him the first time... however with no reply he stood confused. Removing his headphones, the player went after her.

“Ahsha!” He repeated placing his hand on her shoulder, now caught up.

“Do not touch me.” She spat, shrugging off his hand.

“Is something wrong?” Derek was genuinely confused. Surely she wasn’t this pissed at him because of how things went down back at Terrence & Jelena’s place?

Wanting nothing more than to just get the hell out of the arena altogether, Ahsha continued to walk towards her parked car. Derek however, wasn’t understanding. “Yo, what’s going with on with you?” The player tried to get her attention once again, his patience now wearing thin.

“You’re so fucking unbelievable.” She spoke with so much disgust, now stood at her car.

“Come again?” His eyebrows furrowed.

“You’re not even worth it.” The dancer shot back, attempting to open her car door however Derek wouldn’t let her.

“Look, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you can’t keep coming at me sideways like that without an explanation.” He firmly spoke.

“Oh, but it’s okay for you to change your attitude towards me after being honest with you?” Her eyes narrowed in on his.

“I’m not about to talk about this shit here, Ahsha.” He sighed at the thought.

“Fine by me. Get the fuck away from my car.” She tried to open her car door once again.

“Fuck it. Let’s talk.” The player tried to remain calm, but Ahsha had his attention and not for the right reasons. “What did I do?”

“Did you or did you not, call Claudette right after I left your place that night?” The dancer fiercely questioned, folding her arms as she hit Derek unexpectedly. How on earth did she find out?

“Yes, I did.” He admitted. The look in Ahsha’s eyes now displayed nothing but pure disappointment, however, she wasn’t done.

“And then what happened?” She pressed, feeling her blood begin to boil.

“Ahsha...”

“What happened?”

“We fucked. That’s what happened.” He harshly replied, only getting the dancer even more pissed. You could cut the tension with a knife! They were both angry and hurt at the same time.

“Just like I thought, you’re no different than the rest of these niggas.” She shot back, giving him the dirtiest of looks.

“I could say the same for you. You fucked Keith knowing that you were feeling me, then almost ended up fucking me the day after you did him. So what does that say about your ass?”

“It says I was stupid to think that you actually gave a fuck about me! At least I had the decency to come clean and tell you, not that I owed you a damn thing since “we’re not together like that”. You called this bitch the minute I left your place! What does that say about you?” Ahsha could feel the hot tears at the brink of her eyes. The thought of Derek doing such a thing honestly hurt her to the core.

“It says that I was fucking horny. Here I was letting it be known that I wanted nothing more than to be with you. Anyone can tell you that I was ready to be the man that you deserved... yet you go and fuck your “ex” like its nothing.” His jaws clenched as his heart began to beat faster.

“What is this... tit for tat?” Ahsha moved in closer without even realizing. “I was with Keith for 3 fucking years, Derek! You’re not even with Claudette yet you continue to fuck her!”

“It’s just sex. No feelings there. Can the same be said for you?” His 6′6 frame towered over her as they stood in the parking deck still arguing.

“Yes, because I had feelings for you!” She shouted, almost shaking. Hearing those words stunned both of them. Derek could only stare back intensely at the dancer.

“Had?” His tone was so low as he moved in closer.

“Derek I’m done talking to you, just go.” Having him so close was starting to distract her from being pissed.

“No...” The player backed her against her BMW.

“Derek leave...” She tried her best to push him off, but the smell of his cologne was driving all of her senses wild. The minute she felt his thumb slowly caress her jaw... it was game over.

“I wanna stop thinking about you...” Derek spoke against her lips as her breathing intensified. “But I can’t.” He finally admitted before bending her head back and taking her bottom lip between his teeth. All Ahsha could do was let out a sigh, barely having a moment to react before Derek pressed his tongue to the seam of her lips begging for entry, eventually delving inside of her mouth. His kisses alone had her ready to drop her panties and let him take her right there, but this was on a whole different scale. Derek was kissing her just like she needed to be kissed. Their tongues hungrily meshed together as their lips continued to work one another’s. It was a very sloppy yet sensual kiss being exchanged in the mixing of their ragged breaths. All of their emotions were literally pouring out into this one kiss. The bristles of his low-cut beard rubbed against her soft cheeks as she placed both hands against either side of his face, as if to keep him from leaving. To which he responded by moving his large hands down the back of her joggers, tightly palming her bare ass once again. In an instant, Ahsha pulled away and moaned at the feel of the player, sucking air through her teeth before drunkenly bringing her open mouth back into his. With every push of his tongue against hers, the two estranged friends couldn’t seem to get enough of one another. She could literally feel the wetness from her pussy start to slowly glide down and it didn’t help that Derek had now picked her up, and wrapped her legs around his waist. Their centers bumped against one another’s as the kiss grew more desperate and rough. They were simply each other’s kryptonite. However, as good as it felt... things had to end in more ways than one.

“Stop.” Ahsha breathlessly spoke breaking the kiss as Derek started to nip and suck at her jaw. “We need... to stop.” She continued as he finally listened. Their lips now only inches apart. “I need some time.”

As badly as the player wanted to ignore her request, let go of that pride and get back to feeling her... he knew she was right. Sex couldn’t solve everything, unfortunately. “Yeah... you’re right. I think we both need time.” The player looked down, still trying to catch his breath. “I like you, Ahsha. I really like you. But... maybe this isn’t good for us.” He confessed, hurting his own feelings.

“Yeah...” Her voice cracked. They weren’t even officially together, yet this felt like a breakup. Ending things with Keith was inevitable but ending what could’ve been a beautiful thing with Derek... hurt.

The kiss they had just shared only made their feelings for one another stronger, however deciding not to make things any harder for themselves... Derek simply put the dancer back down on her feet, kissed her cheek for the last time and backed away, giving her space to finally open up her car door. No longer being able to look one another in the eye, afraid of letting their emotions fail them, they both just went their separate ways.

It wasn’t certain what was written in the stars for these two but for now... it was fair to say that their budding romance was officially over.

*Thank you all for reading. Hope you enjoyed the 4th chapter of: Better For You. Please make sure to comment, like and reblog. Any typos... blame my sleep deprivation. Much love.*

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I love reading the beautiful fanfiction on Derek and Ahsha. Since resently finding out and binge watching #HitTheFloor I've been searching for fanfiction and analysis on the characters and scene.

Derek & Ahsha FANFIC: The Off-Season Blues

*Authors Note: I managed to find the time to write another fan fic… And when I say “find the time”… I mean, I was PROCRASTINATING lol. This fan fic is based in season 3, during the off-season. Took me a few days to write, and it is VERY LONG. Hope you guys enjoy, please let me know. Note: All the songs mentioned in this story, are actually some of my personal faves lol. Thank you all for the love & support.*

Usually… The Roman Emperor was notoriously known for his endless nights of hard-core partying, throwing over the top parties, countless sexcapades, and extreme consumption of intoxicants. In fact, once off-season had hit… There was not a single day, in which Derek Roman’s house was without company and commotion. However, this off-season was the total opposite. Derek had no intentions of partying the night away, with people that gave not a single damn about him or his personal struggles… Let alone numbing his pain through meaningless sex with groupies and constant drinking/drugs. Just the thought of his old habits, caused him to clench his jaw as he knew very well that, they all stemmed from one major issue. His non-existent relationship with his mother… Mary Roman. Though he never wanted to acknowledge it… Derek always felt a void, and felt very much incomplete within himself. However, the moment Ahsha entered his life… Was the moment his life changed forever, and began to mean something completely different. Not only did he have someone that cared for and loved him unconditionally, but he finally knew his worth and that he was not just a screw up. Last off-season was his happiest, as he spent almost every moment making up for lost time with his lady love. That being said, though this off-season may have been a change from the baller lifestyle he once previously lived… Derek Roman was still unhappy. Although things had ended with Ahsha four months ago… The player just could not shake the thought of her not being in his life - and the fact that they hadn’t spoken in months, didn’t make things any better either. Sure, his career was going better than ever after; winning the championship for the Devil’s, being bombarded with endorsement deals, sponsorship’s, appearances, interviews and more… He still felt dissatisfied. What’s winning a championship ring, getting more fame and fortune, building more of an empire… Without having the love of his life to share it with?

As he sat on his mocha leather sofa, with a small glass of scotch in one hand… Whilst the other was placed comfortably behind his head - Derek continued to sit in silence, basking in the soothingly dimly lit ambiance. The subtle sound of Mint Condition - My Dear playing in the background, only added to the atmosphere creating an intimate feel. He began to reminisce about the times, Ahsha would lay in his arms… As he would run his fingers through her hair - Whilst they would quietly listen to the sweet sounds of his R&B slow jams collection. Always resulting in them making passionate love on the sofa… And this song was one of their particular favourites. A slight smile graced his face as he continued to remember their most precious moments… Before the song changed to Tank - This Is How I Feel. Derek’s slight smile, turned into that of a frown as the song lyrics reminded him of how badly he was hurting. Being unable to control his thoughts… His mind shot to the thought of Ahsha going back to the one guy that seized to be the bane of their relationship - Despite knowing very well that, things had ended between Ahsha and German once again. However, just the thought of her going back to the assistant coach, made him want to smash his glass against the wall… Then suddenly, the final words he said to his mother began to play on his mind. Though he was still angry at the way in which, that night had played out… He knew standing up to her was the one thing he needed to do, in order to make things right with Ahsha, as well as himself. As Derek began to sip his scotch… He felt his phone vibrate. It was a call from an unknown number. Derek immediately raised his eyebrow, as he began to wonder exactly who was calling. The player was in no mood to talk to anyone, let alone an unknown source.

“Who is this?" His deep voice nonchalantly questioned, as he answered the phone.

"Boy, I keep telling you… That is no way, to answer the phone!" The familiar voice responded.

"I thought I told you, not to call me anymore?" He sternly replied in a tone, much more serious than before.

"Now, how could I possibly not talk to my… Only son anymore?" Mary replied, trying to manipulate her voice into sounding slightly saddened.

"I’m only your son, when it's convenient. What the hell do you want?" Derek’s tone still very serious, and unmoved.

"I am still your mother Derek… Don’t you forget that! Now open this damn door!" Derek was rendered speechless, as he tried to process the last few words of Mary’s sentence. What did she mean by "Open this damn door”? I know her ass isn’t outside… She can’t be!!! Derek thought to himself, before… “Boy did you hear me? I said open this door… You got me standing out here like a damn trespasser!" Mary continued with a tone of annoyance, interrupting Derek’s thought process. And with that conformation… The irritated player slowly rose up, as he felt his state of anger begin to resurface. His body heat began to intensify as he slowly walked along the hallway, eventually approaching the main entrance. Briefly pausing as he saw Mary standing outside… He instantly thought about how great it would be to, actually open up the door to a mother that loved him, and genuinely came to visit him out of care. But, almost immediately shaking the thought… He proceeded to open the door.

"Boy what took you so long? You know mama missed you right… Give me a hug!”Mary excitedly expressed, trying to barge her way through the door… As she opened up her arms.

“I thought I told you not to come here, anymore. Why are you here?" Derek clearly uninterested in her seemingly happy presence, responded as he inched backwards avoiding her hug.

"Derek… Don’t be like that. I travelled all this way, just for you…"

"I don’t recall, asking you to come."

"Look son, I…"

"Stop calling me your son. You lost all rights to call me that, the moment you stopped acting like a mother… Which luckily for me, was the moment I was born!" Derek bitterly exclaimed, looking deep into Mary’s eyes before turning his back… Heading towards the living room, without even stopping to hear her response. For the first time… Mary was rendered speechless. Usually, she would have more than enough words for Derek… But this time, was different. Did Derek’s words actually hit home for her? After a couple of minutes had passed, Mary slowly walked into the living room. Derek was laid back on the sofa, with his eyes closed as he continued to listen to the music that played… When the song changed over to Maze Featuring Frankie Beverly - We Are One.

"Mmmm… This is still one of my favourite songs. I see you got your music taste, from me… Huh?" Mary subtly spoke, trying to engage Derek… As she slowly walked towards the other sofa, grinning.

"I got it from my grandparents, actually." Derek coldly replied, eyes still closed. Yet another blow to Mary. Though she rarely showed selflessness, empathy or care… The mention of her now late parents, caused a slight hitch in her throat. Mary knew very well that, she had no involvement in Derek’s childhood or upbringing, and knew that her late parents did anything… And everything they could for him. In fact, Mary knew that she wasn’t a mother to Derek at all… But could not bring herself to admit it.

"Look Derek, I came over here to make things right. But if you want me too lea…"

"Why do you want to act like a mother, now? After all these years… Missing countless games, birthdays, firsts of everything… Why now!" Derek’s calm demeanor began to change into that of a resentful one… Cutting Mary off, as his voice grew angrier.

"Oh come on Derek, I didn’t miss that many…" Mary lethargically retorted, throwing her hand up… Before placing herself on the sofa.

"You know what… It’s time for you to leave. Get out of my house, and don’t come back!" Derek immediately shot up, clearly infuriated by her blasé response.

"You’re kicking your only mother out?"

"Mother? Ha… You cannot be serious. Just leave." Derek mockingly replied, before trying to escort her out of the living room door.

"Fine Derek! I am… Sorry. I heard those words you said to me that night… That little speech you made about your girl, and me not loving you. Baby, I am sorry. You know, you are my only child… Please, forgive your mother… Okay?" Mary perfidiously pleaded - trying her hardest to seem as sincere as possible… Turning to face Derek, as they stood opposite one another by the living room door. Although a small part of Derek, really wanted to believe his mother… He knew exactly what type of woman she was. Skeptically raising his eyebrow, he continued to listen - Though he wasn’t buying any of it. Mary suspecting his disinterest, grabbed his hand "Why don’t you let me take you out son? My treat. Just you, and me this time… I promise!" She continued, looking deeply into his eyes. Every fibre of Derek’s body, told him not to give into his own mothers plea… However, choosing to ignore his instincts, he finally decided to take her up on her offer. After all, he believed that nothing else could possibly cause him as much pain as, letting Ahsha go.

"Whatever… Where do you have in mind?" Derek apathetically replied, finally giving in… As he literally could not be bothered to go back and forth with Mary, any longer.

"That’s my baby! How about… Cecconi’s? I know it’s one of your favourites." Mary offered, smiling as if she had finally won the battle.

"Cool." Derek curtly replied. "I need to go to my office to make a call, I’ll be back in a few." He continued, before trying to walk past Mary.

"Wait! I forgot to ask… How are things between you and… Asia?" Mary quickly questioned, as she stopped Derek from walking past.

"Her name’s, Ahsha. And things aren’t anything… We’re not together."

"But I thought, you were going to try and get her back?" Mary softly questioned, as a look of concern hit her face.

"Well… You thought wrong." Derek briefly responded, trying to cut the conversation about his ex-lover short.

"I am so sorry to hear that baby… She was a good one. She seemed different… I liked her." Mary sincerely stated, as she placed her hand on Derek’s shoulder.

"You couldn’t even get her name right…” Derek responded, as a look of confusion hit him.

“That’s not the point… You know I’m no good with names. Anyway, have you tried to reach out to her?"

"Enough with the questions Oprah. I need to go and make a quick call, then we can head out. I’ll be back." The player finally retorted, slightly smiling at his mother… Before heading up the stairs.

Mary waited until the coast was clear, before heading over to the sofas… When she saw Derek’s phone conveniently placed on the coffee table. Without any hesitation, she picked up his phone entering the pin code… She knew it was either his date of birth, or his grandmothers - And after entering the second attempt she was correct.

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Scrolling through, Derek’s contacts list… She found exactly what she was looking for. Ahsha’s phone number. Smirking to herself, she quickly entered Ahsha’s number into her phone, as she knew very well that the chances of Ahsha picking up Derek’s call… May have been slim to none. Finally proceeding with the call… She smugly waited.

"Hello?" Answered the sweet, yet dubious voice.

"Ahsha right? Hey… It’s Mary. Derek’s mom"

"Mrs… Roman? Heyy…yyy. Is everything… Ok?" Ahsha hesitantly questioned, as the surprise call from Mary Roman… Only made her think the worst.

"Oh everything is fine honey. I just needed to talk to you… It’s quite important actually." Mary replied, trying to sound a little more serious.

"Is… Is Derek… Ok?" She responded in concern, as she began to worry. Sure they hadn’t spoken in months… In fact, Ahsha thought Derek was completely done with her. However, there was not a single day that went by without her thinking about her ex-lover.

"See… That’s what I wanted to talk to you, about Ahsha. I think its best that we have this conversation, face to face. Are you busy by any chance?"

"No… I’m not busy… I"

"Good. Can you stop by Cecconi’s in the next 30 minutes? We can talk there… And don’t worry, it’s my treat."

"Ummm… Sure. But… Is Derek ok, Mrs Roman?" Ahsha hesitantly agreed before, worryingly asking for the player once again.

"Perfect. See you there honey." Mary hurriedly responded, purposely deflecting Ahsha’s question.

"But…”

And before Ahsha could continue, Mary hastily ended the call… Completely satisfied with herself, as her plan fell into place smoothly. Ahsha on the other hand, was left absolutely confused, nervous and even more so worried. All alone in Kyle’s apartment, she sat on the sofa for a few more minutes… Trying to understand what the hell had just happened, before heading towards her room to get ready and leave.

Finally done with his call, Derek headed back downstairs into the living room, to see a very happy looking Mary… Comfortably seated on the sofa.

“And why do you look, so pleased with yourself?" A suspicious Derek questioned, as he headed over to pick up his car keys from the coffee table.

"Oh… I’m just happy, to be going out with my handsome boy.” Mary joyfully responded, before getting up.

“Ok… Happy. Let’s just hurry up and get out of here, before they run out of food.” Derek sarcastically joked, as they both walked down the hallway… Before heading out of the door.

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West Hollywood was notorious, for it’s vibrant nightlife and bustling atmosphere. Cecconi’s was especially busy this night… With tons of crowds full of celebrities, businessmen and women, couples and paparazzi flocking to the famous restaurant.

“It is so damn busy in here tonight!" Mary whined, as they made their way through the crowd.

"Aye, you chose this place. Besides… It’s Friday night, what do you expect haha." Derek responded, before approaching the front desk of Cecconi’s.

"Ahhh, Mr. Roman… Always a pleasure to have you here. Will you and your beautiful mother, be seated at your usual spot?” The excited front desk manager, spoke as he moved from behind the desk.

“You know it." The player calmly replied charmingly, before following the manager alongside Mary, to his favourite spot. Though Derek was usually accompanied with just a single person… He always had the four-seater table reserved.

"Here we are, Mr and Mrs. Roman. If there is anything else, I can be an assistance of… Please be sure to let me know.”The overly friendly manager expressed, before turning to leave. However, before he could do just that… Mary called him over, quietly informing him that another guest will be joining them shortly - Therefore he should assist the guest to the table. As Mary continued to whisper to the manager, Derek became increasingly suspicious… But decided to keep quiet, as this night wasn’t seeming too bad after all.

“And what was that about?" Derek couldn’t help but question, as soon as the seating manager left.

"Oh it was nothing baby. Just letting him know that my back is acting up, so he needs to be extra… extra friendly with the wine." Mary replied, before looking at the menu to divert the attention off of her. Shortly following, Derek also had his eyes glued to the menu, until…

"Presenting… The beautiful, Ms. Ahsha Hayes. Please take a seat… And if you need anything, be sure to let me know.”The manager enthusiastically spoke, as he presented Ahsha… Before walking away. However… Both Ahsha and Derek were in such a state of shock, as the impact of their unconventional reunion hit them hard. The pair were anything but enthusiastic.

“Surprise!!!" Mary Roman loudly called out, trying to break the awkward tension. However, Derek and Ahsha were too focused on one another to even process what was going on. The ex-lovers continued to intensely gaze at one another, as lingering emotions and old feelings began to rush back at full force. Ahsha’s eyes began to slightly well up as she took in Derek’s full appearance for the first time in months… Whilst Derek clenched his jaw, as he focused deeply on her presence. It had been a good four months, since their break up… And a long three months, since they last spoke to each other. And here they both were… Directly opposite one another, both unaware and unprepared for such an intense run in. It didn’t help that the pair of them, looked absolutely stunning either. Derek in his tight black, Hugo Boss long-sleeved polo knit - With his dark wash Levi jeans… Whilst Ahsha stood before him, in her Vesper navy blue short sleeve midi dress, accompanied by her black Louboutins and black Michael Kors clutch. The two old flames, continued to stare at one another before…

"Ahsha… You look beautiful. Why don’t you take a seat?" Mary softly offered, trying her best to break the ice.

"Oh… Th Thank you… Mrs. Roman." Ahsha falteringly replied, finally snapping out of her trance. She slowly pulled out her seat, and sat directly opposite Derek… Though they both tried not to look at one another, their eyes met once again. Ahsha could feel the tension build, as she knew very well that, Derek’s anger was beginning to increase. His body completely tense, as his rage grew… However, his eyes displayed a feeling of complete pain. Fuck, I’ve missed her! He couldn’t help but, think to himself. All Ahsha wanted to do was get up and leave, as she was not expecting… Nor was she ready to see Derek anytime soon. However, her heart just wouldn’t let her. She didn’t know what to do, or how to feel… Was she mad at Mary Roman, for forcefully reuniting her with her ex? Or was she thankful that she was finally able to see the man she still loved, ever so deeply… Once again? Damn he looks so good! She thought to herself.

"So Ahsha… How’s life as a Devil Girl treating you?" Mary asked, trying to make small talk.

"It… It’s great. Tiring… But great. Thanks, for asking Mrs. Roman." Ahsha softly retorted.

"Girl, please call me… Mary! Mrs. Roman, makes me feel old. I may be his mama… But I still don’t look a day over 40." Mary jokingly exclaimed, nudging Derek trying to lighten up the mood… However, her attempt and Ahsha’s response, just made him frown even more. Ahsha awkwardly smiled at Mary’s response… Before looking down at her menu, trying to avoid eye contact with Derek.

"Ok guys… Are we ready to order?” A friendly waiter asked, as he approached the table.

“What the hell are you doing here?" Derek finally spoke, his voice filled with complete resentment, as he directed his attention to Ahsha.

"Derek, you know better than to talk to any woman like that! Apologize to Ahsha." Mary demanded, shocked at his response.

"Your mother… Invited me here, actually." Ahsha smartly replied to Derek, her voice matching his resentment.

The ex lovers gaze intensified, causing the atmosphere to seem anything buy joyful. The waiter looked on in confusion, not knowing what to say or do next.

"Would you all prefer our finest selections of wine instead?”The waiter interjected trying to diffuse the intense atmosphere. However, there was no response as Derek and Ahsha continued to stare at one another.

“Maybe, I should just come back later. Please do not hesitate to call… Once you are all ready to order.” The waiter hurriedly spoke, before trying to walk off until…

“It’s fine… I was just about to leave. Maybe we can have dinner, another time Mrs… I mean, Mary. Thank you for the invite." Ahsha sternly expressed, as she stood up… Never breaking eye contact with Derek.

"That’s right. Leave, just like you always do." Derek bitterly replied, matching her deep gaze.

"And what the hell is that, supposed to mean?" Ahsha challenged, her voice slightly angrier.

"Will the both of you… Stop! Ahsha sit down! And Derek, calm that ass down! You guys a behaving like some damn kids, and I am sick of it. Shoot, I’m going to use the bathroom… And by the time I come back, both of y'all asses better still be at this table.” Mary sternly exclaimed, slightly raising her voice… Before standing up to leave the table.

Finally giving in, Ahsha decides to sit down once again.

“Look, I didn’t mean to go off on you like that." Derek calmly spoke.

"It’s… Fine." Ahsha briefly spoke, looking innocently into his eyes, not knowing what to say next.

"My mom asked you to come… Why?"

"I’m still trying to figure that out, myself."

The pair looked at one another in silence, before slightly breaking out in laughter.

"Doesn’t take a genius to see what she was trying, to do here…" Derek continued, before chuckling to himself.

"So genius… What exactly was she trying to do here?" Ahsha mockingly replied, before subconsciously biting her bottom lip.

"You tell me…" Derek teased, raising his eyebrow.

It was as if their relationship had never ended. Their chemistry, connection and banter… Still as strong as ever. Whilst their passion, desire and love for one another… Even stronger. The once bitter atmosphere, was immediately replaced by a now passionate, playful one… Just like old times. The two continued their playful exchange, eventually placing their orders as the wary waiter approached their table once again. After 20 minutes had passed, the food had finally arrived… And so did Mary Roman… With an unknown guest.

"Look at y'all… Looking all young and in love, again haha. And since we are all in a good place now… I would love to introduce, the both of you to someone very very important." Mary excitedly spoke, as she approached their table with the unknown guest… Slightly couching, as a cue for him to introduce himself.

"Ah… Just the beautiful couple I wanted to meet. Please allow me to introduce myself… I am Elroy Jackson. Businessman, and friend to all… And I have just the perfect business idea, that will build the "Dersha Empire” in ways, you… Could not imagine!“The arrogant, overly confident, shyster expressed.

Ahsha looked on in complete confusion, whilst Derek balled up his fists in complete anger. The pair finally realized exactly why Mary was so eager to get the both of them back together… She didn’t care for their reunion one bit. In fact, she only saw their reunion as another business opportunity. Ahsha slowly turned to face Derek, as she saw the pain in his eyes… Causing her to reach out for his hand. However, Derek could no longer contain his emotions…

"I… Knew it. I fucking… Knew it! I tried to warn myself… But a part of me, wanted so badly to believe you." Derek spoke in a low tone, as he slowly rose up. The anger in his voice clear as day.

"We have a guest here son, you know better."

"I do not give… Fuck! About your guest. Trying to get me caught up in these bullshit "get rich quick schemes” is one thing… But to try and get Ahsha involved… You’ve gone too damn far this time!“ Derek continued, his rage increasing… Causing most of the people, at the restaurant to look over.

"Baby… It’s fine. Let’s just go, ok?" Ahsha softly interjected, trying to calm Derek down as she stood up, to hold his hand… But his anger continued to brew.

"I can’t believe I actually thought you gave a damn about me… Let alone, Ahsha and I. This was all a ploy, to help your own ass."

"Son… We are talking about an "Empire” here. Ahsha needs to be apart of it too, if you guys plan on building a life together. Elroy and I are doing y'all a favor here!“ Mary replied, clearly unmoved by Derek’s emotional outburst. Ahsha could do nothing, but look at Mary in total disappointment and shock.

"Fuck… Elroy." Derek curtly replied, before turning to walk away. "Oh, and one more thing… Stay the hell away from me, away from Ahsha… And stay the fuck out of our lives.” Derek finally expressed, before storming out of Cecconi’s. Ahsha took one final painful look at Mary, shaking her head… Before running after Derek.

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“Derek… Wait!" Ahsha shouted quickly walking towards Derek, as she saw the valet guy handing over Derek’s Escalade to him from a slight distance.

"Look, you can’t drive in this state… You need to calm down… Ok? Let me drive." Ahsha sincerely continued, as she turned his face to face hers. Though Derek didn’t respond… His glistening eyes, gave her the confirmation she needed. He was beyond hurt, and it broke her heart to see him in that way once again. Any lingering feelings of resentment, was completely gone on both of their parts… By this point.

The car was filled with complete silence, as Ahsha drove until…

"You can drive to Kyle’s place if you want… I’ll drive home from there." Derek briefly spoke.

"Do you really think, I’m going to let you drive home by yourself? It’s fine… I’ll drop you home. I don’t mind catching a cab… From your place." Ahsha replied, hesitating on the last part of her sentence. Sensing her hesitation, Derek just nodded and continued to remain silent.

As they finally pulled up into Derek’s driveway… Ahsha stopped the car, and turned over to Derek.

"I am so sorry with how tonight, went down… Derek." Ahsha softly spoke, as she looked deep into his eyes… Grabbing his hand.

"It’s not your fault." Derek replied, showing no sign of emotion on his face… But tightening his grip around her hand. They both remained silent, until tears began to fall from Derek’s eyes. Ahsha had never seen Derek cry, and she was thankful for it as, the sight before her was almost unbearable to watch. Eventually causing her to feel her own tears, begin to fall from her eyes.

"I did not deserve to have… A mother like her. I’ve spent most of my life, trying to understand why she just doesn’t… Love me." Derek confessed, holding Ahsha’s hand even tighter as his tears began to profusely fall from his eyes.

"A mothers love is something special, and I am so sorry that you’ve missed out on that, Derek. But baby… You are a great man, with an even greater heart… And I love you." Ahsha genuinely replied, wiping his tears.

"A great man huh? A great man… Wouldn’t have let you go, so easily." Derek truthfully exclaimed, looking away from her.

"We all make mistakes, Derek. We both did… But what’s in the past, is in the past." Ahsha replied, grabbing his face… As she looked deep into his eyes.

"I love you… So much… Ahsha.” Derek briefly, but passionately expressed before gently grabbing her chin… Pulling her in, as he softly kissed her lips.

“And I love you too, baby." Ahsha gently replied, talking into his lips… Before using her lips to coax his apart, causing their kiss to deepen. Slightly tilting his head as he, entangled his hand within her perfectly straightened hair… Derek slowly entered his warm tongue into her mouth, causing her to let out a slight moan. As her tongue met his, their kiss grew intenser… Both their heads moving rhythmically, as their lips completely enveloped one anothers. Their kiss clearly displaying how badly, they’ve both missed and craved each other. His Escalade filled with nothing but heavy breathing and soft moans, as the two lovers intensely caressed one another as their kiss began to turn them on, in ways indescribable. Slowly moving his hand up Ahsha’s thighs… Derek parted them, eventually reaching her thin lace panties. As they continued to kiss, he swiftly moved her panties out of the way… Allowing his fingers to slowly slide into her moist center. As his fingers deepened into her, a deep moan escaped her throat.

"I’ve missed… You baby! Stay… The night." Derek softly cooed into Ahsha’s lips, in between kisses… As he continued to slide his fingers in and out of her wetness.

"I thought… You’d never… Ask. I need you… Right now baby!" Ahsha quietly replied back, in a moany voice… Clearly enjoying the feel of him.

"You… Need me…" He smugly replied, as he gently rubbed her clit… Whilst looking deep into her eyes.

"Mmmm… I need you!" She uttered matching his deep gaze, slowly gyrating her hips into his touch… Causing her pleasure to intensify.

"Let’s get the fuck outta this car… I can’t wait to feel you.”

The pair continued to sensually tease one another, before reluctantly getting out of the car. Derek lifted Ahsha up… Wrapping her legs around his waist. They continued to kiss, tease and talk dirty to one another as he carried her along his driveway. Finally reaching his door, the both of them still unable to keep their hands off each other… Causing Derek to struggle to open the door, with Ahsha still wrapped around his waist kissing him. Finally opening the door, the two lovers began to rekindle their love, the entire night. Starting in his hallway.

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domxcorleone · 8 years ago

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Derek & Ahsha FANFIC: Better For You (Chapter 3)

*Authors Note: Chapter 3 is finally here, and the mess continues! Thank you all for your patience, and please make sure to enjoy the roller-coaster of a ride that is: Better For You. This chapter focuses more on our favourite Devil Girl, and her feelings for our favourite Devil. However, with another man in the mix... just how will Ahsha deal with it all? Hope you guys enjoy. IT’S A LONG ONE! You can catch the rest of the story here. Remember to let me know your thoughts :)*

8:00pm

Once finally arriving at her apartment, the dancer wasted no time rushing through the door and heading straight for the sofa. Things had gotten so bad with Keith to the point where she was really considering stepping out on their 3-year relationship. Tears began to stream down her face at the thought! As dysfunctional as things were… Ahsha had never really thought about being with another man on a serious level. If anything, she was simply done with the whole relationship thing altogether. The dancer no longer wanted to be with the ex-NFL player, nor did she want to be with anyone else for that matter. Focusing on her own well-being and career was the ultimate goal, but those plans soon went out of the window once Derek Roman came along.

“Shit.” She cursed.

In only a week of knowing this man, he had already left an imprint on her. As much as Ahsha wanted to fight off her budding feelings for the star player, a small part of her just couldn’t ignore it. Things felt different. And for the first time in months… she felt wanted. Sure, she was still having sex with Keith from time to time but it wasn’t enough. Sex without feeling and emotion was virtually pointless though Keith was still very much into it. The deeper into her thoughts Ahsha got, the more her tears intensified. The dancer needed to vent to someone and who better than her cousin? Instantly reaching for her phone… that’s exactly what she did.

“Spill the tea, girl.”

“Jey…” The raspiness of her voice instantly told her cousin something was up.

“Shit. Go on… I’m listening.”

“I can’t do this anymore, Jey. I can’t.” Ahsha’s voice cracked.

“Just take a deep breath, Ahsh. What happened?”

“I… I’ve just had enough.”

“Stop crying, sis. He’s not worth your tears.” Jelena tried to console. The last thing she wanted to hear was her cousin crying over a worthless man.

“I’m not even crying because of his ass… it’s me. I’ve failed.”

“Failed? What do you mean, Ahsha? Please don’t ever sell yourself short. If anyone has failed… it’s his ass.”

“I’ve put up with his shit for too damn long. I should’ve ended things ages ago.”

“Look, I’m not going to disagree with you Ahsha. I’ve said this too many times. However, I understand that you just wanted to make things work… or at least try to. Now you know what needs to be done.”

“It’s his reaction that has held me back, Jey. You know how he can get.”

“Okay, and we all know how you can get too. Keith knows good and damn well not to ever try it. Between you, me & Terrence… it will get ugly. Add Derek to the mix, and all hell will break loose.”

“That’s exactly my point. I don’t want for things to even get to that point.” She sighed.

“Well with the way he’s been acting lately, I doubt he’ll even care if you break things off Ahsh.”

“You know what… you’re probably right.” Just as the dancer was about to continue, the sound of someone harshly knocking on the front door startled her.

“Ahsha, open the door. We need to talk!” Keith called out whilst banging on the door.

“Ahsha, what’s all that noise?” Jelena raised her brow.

“Fuck. Keith is at the door.” The dancer shot up from the sofa.

“What! Do you need Terrence and I to drive down?”

“Ahsha! Open the fucking door! We need to talk.” The ex-NFL player loudly repeated.

“Fuck it. I’m on my way.” The captain didn’t even wait to hear an answer. She was ready to go. Keith had taken things too far once again.

“Jey… it’s fine. I can handle this. I’ll call you back.” Ahsha reassured as her demeanor instantly changed. No longer was she in a tearful state. The dancer was simply over the bullshit and ready to set things straight once and for all. If Keith wanted to see how bad she could really get… then so be it.

“Wait…” Jelena tried to finish but was cut short once Ahsha ended the call. She took a few seconds to compose herself before slowly walking over to the front door. With the chain now on, the dancer opened the door to which Keith was still talking.

…..

“Ahsha, I know you hear me…” He called out before looking down to realize the door was slightly open.

“Quit banging on my fucking door. I have neighbors.” Her eyes narrowed in on his.

“Think I give a fuck about these neighbors? You didn’t call me. So I took matters into my own hands.”

“I didn’t call for a reason, Keith. It’s too late to start acting like you give a damn. You need to leave… now.”

“I’m not going anywhere until we talk. You gon open this door or not?” The ex-NFL player frowned.

“No. Since you decided to show your ass, you can stay right there.”

“Ahsha, I haven’t got time for this shit. Open the fucking door.” He tried to nudge, but the chain immediately stopped his action.

“You have 5 seconds to leave before I call the cops.”

“So that’s how it is now? You’d really call the cops on me, Ahsha?” For the first time in a while, Keith actually seemed slightly bothered. Ahsha had said a lot of things to him in the past but these very words hit him where it hurt. “What did I ever do to you?” His tone softened as his eyes stayed fixated on hers. The man just wasn’t getting it.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Keith! What haven’t you done to me?” Ahsha couldn’t believe the words that had just come out of his mouth. “Just go.” She simply added with a look of disgust on her face.

“Not until we finish talking.” Keith firmly placed one of his Timbs by the doorway.

“Keith… I will break your fucking foot with this door. Don’t play with me!” The dancer tried to shut it once again.

“Ahsha, just talk to me. Tell me what I did wrong? I know this isn’t cos of that nigga, Derek.”

“You have some nerve. After all of the bitches, you stay messing with, you want to check me about Derek?” Could this guy be anymore more ridiculous? The more Keith spoke the more Ahsha regretted wasting 3 long years on such a man.

“Bitches I’ve been messing with? See that’s the problem. You constantly think I’m fucking around on you, and I’m not Ahsha. Yes, I turn up. Yes, I take pictures. Yes, there are groupies around everywhere I go… but you’re forgetting that I was an NFL player. It comes with the package. You're the only girl for me, Ahsha.” He tried to ensure, however, Ahsha simply wasn’t buying it.

“Noted. You can go now.”

“Ahsha…”

The dancer could only roll her eyes, as Keith hopelessly stared at her. “You have 2 minutes to say whatever the hell you have to say. Then I want you gone. Do you hear me?”

“Okay.” He nodded.

As much as she didn’t want to let the ex-NFL player inside, she no longer had the energy to go back and forth with him. Stepping aside… the dancer watched her boyfriend walk in.

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It had been a while since the model/rapper had stepped foot in his girlfriend’s apartment. With Ahsha becoming so distant over the course of time, he mostly spent his days at the studio working on some music or partying it up with his entourage. After taking a few seconds to bask in the cozy ambiance, he brought his attention back to the dancer. “I’ve really missed you, baby.” Keith wasted no time as he tried to hug her.

“Do not touch me. I said, 2 minutes.” Ahsha bluntly replied, planting her hand firmly against his swole chest.

“For real?”

“The fact that you’re so blind to everything you’ve done is truly mind-blowing.”

“Come on Ahsha…” He huffed.

“No, you come on! Ever since you decided to leave the NFL to become a rapper and model… you turned into an asshole. Your head is so far up your ass and you don’t even realize it!” She was starting to get pissed all over again.

“I’m still the same dude you met at the game 3 years ago, Ahsha. Ain’t nothing changed but my occupation.” Keith reached for her shoulders, but the dancer kept refusing his touch.

“That’s not the only thing that’s changed, Keith…” Ahsha paused, before taking a deep breath. Her eyes shot straight to the floor. “I think it’s time we… do our own thing.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” He raised his thick brows in disbelief.

“All we’ve been doing lately is arguing, Keith and I’m tired. It’s not fair on either of us.” The dancer slowly raised her head up to look into his eyes. As hard as it was to say these words, it was simply time. “I think we’d both be much happier… apart.” She softly finished, now bracing herself for the ex-NFL player’s reaction.

“Wow…” He cleared his throat, looking down at the floor. “So that’s it?”

“I wish things didn’t have to come to this, Keith but... I’m tired.” She replied feeling herself beginning to get emotional once again, however, once her now ex-boyfriend began to walk towards her… the dancer knew she had to remain strong.

“But I still love you…” His tone was so low as he stood only a few centimeters away from her.

“Keith…” Ahsha tried to move back, but with the both of them still stood by her doorway… there was only so far she could actually go.

“Don’t you still love me?” He moved even closer to the dancer, placing his strong hands around her tiny waist. “I need you, Ahsha.” Keith whispered into her ear before nuzzling into her neck.

“Keith stop…” She weakly uttered as the ex-NFL player began to softly tease her sensitive skin, being in such a vulnerable state only heightened the feel of his warm lips against her.

“I need you…” Keith spoke once again, caressing her sides before pausing to look at the dancer. For a brief second… they both stared at one another until the player fiercely attacked her lips. As much as she wanted to fight him off, as much as she wanted to push him away… Ahsha needed to feel good. If sex with Keith for the last time was going to help her achieve that feeling… then so be it.

The ex-NFL player lifted the dancer up and placed her against the wall. Their lips stayed connected as Ahsha’s legs tightened around his waist. He threw his leather jacket to the floor, as she fought to remove his white tee… “Knew you still wanted this.” He spoke against her plump lips, before helping her. Choosing to remain silent, the dancer just focused on getting hers. The more they began to undress one another, the more she was starting to wish that it were Derek about to invade all of her senses. Suddenly, Ahsha wasn’t feeling it anymore. Keith didn’t make her feel the way she knew Derek could. With the baller now on her mind, she failed to realize that her bra had come off and her ex was now sucking on her bare breasts. With every tug at her nipples… Ahsha grew even more desperate for the star player. “You like that, baby?” Keith mumbled in between kissing and sucking on her. The dancer could only close her eyes and bite down on her bottom lip. Taking that as a sign of pleasure… he continued his sweet torture, eventually walking her over to the sofa. Little did the ex-NFL player know… Ahsha was envisioning Derek the entire time.

“I can’t wait to feel this pussy, mama…” He cooed, moving her panties to the side, sliding his fingers into her wetness.

“Fuck…” The dancer winced at his touch. It wasn’t the feel of Keith causing her to moan in such a way, but it was the thought of Derek’s long thick fingers working her warm wet pussy that really had her over the edge. The more her ex kept going, the thirstier she became.

“Oh, you like that huh?” Keith loved hearing the noises Ahsha made whenever they fucked or got close to it. His ego went up another 10 notches. “Talk to me, baby…” He withdrew his fingers then sunk them back in even deeper picking up the pace.

“Ugh, shit!” She cried out, trying her best not to shout Derek’s name out. Digging her nails into his back should do the trick, however, it didn’t. If anything, she thought back to the muscular planes of Derek’s back. Maybe kissing Keith would get her mind off of him. “Kiss me!” She desperately urged, to which her ex did. But the moment his tongue entered her mouth, her mind instantly went to the thought of Derek using his warm tongue to slowly lick her wet folds, to the point where she’d beg for him to stop. However, knowing him… he wouldn’t. Instead, he’d keep going until her sweet cum coated his lips and ran down his chin. “Yesss… don’t stop!” Ahsha groaned, breaking the kiss whilst grinding into Keith’s fingers. Such thoughts were only driving her crazier. No matter how hard she tried, she simply just couldn’t shake the thought of the Bad Boy. Derek Roman was becoming her weakness, and she was finally starting to realize it.

Unable to wait any longer, Keith instantly lifted the dancer once again and headed straight for her bedroom. The two estranged lovers continued their spontaneous fuck session through the night.

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10:00pm

With only the sheets covering her modesty, the dancer remained still. Thoughts of what had just occurred ran through her mind as a single tear streamed down her face. How could she allow herself to go this far? Had she jeopardized her chances of starting something new with Derek? What if Keith got the wrong impression? Which was highly likely. Ahsha was literally beating herself up. It wasn’t like the dancer to go back on her word and give into temptation, but lately… that’s all she had seemed to be doing. Almost kissing Derek TWICE whilst in a relationship, and now having sex with Keith whilst having feelings for Derek. It was all too much for the dancer and the fact that she felt guilty though technically not being in a relationship with Derek, was what hurt her the most. The player had made it no secret that he was feeling Ahsha, yet here she was laying in bed with her ex? The dancer’s tears began to intensify. She literally felt cheap and dirty!

“I’m going to take a shower now. You need to leave.” The dancer firmly spoke, sitting up.

“Mmm, go back to sleep babe.” Keith groaned, wrapping his big arm around her small waist. “We can shower later.”

“I’m serious, Keith. Leave!”

“Ahsha…” His eyes were still closed as he turned to face the dancer’s direction.

“This hasn’t changed anything between us. Just go…” Her voice cracked.

“You’re trippin!” Keith rubbed his eyes, sitting up also. “Acting like we didn’t just fuck, and now you want me to go? The hell is wrong with you, Ahsha?”

“Keith, I don’t wanna fight. Just…”

“Man, save that shit. I’m out.” He fiercely threw the sheets off of him, the force slightly exposing Ahsha’s naked body also. “You actually did me a favor, baby girl. Coming up with excuses was starting to get hard.” He laughed whilst sliding on his boxers.

And there it was… everything the dancer had suspected was true. Thank God he had used protection! Now on the brink of tears, Ahsha could only pull the sheets back and remain silent. She no longer had the energy to entertain Keith’s bullshit. She just wanted him gone. However, this didn’t stop the ex-NFL player from adding more insult to injury. “Oh, and thanks for the nut. I needed that.” He finally added with his back turned to her before walking out of the bedroom door. Typical. Keith’s ego was bruised and he wanted to hurt Ahsha’s feelings… but if anything, it was the fact that she had just slept with him that killed her the most.

Once the front door finally slammed shut, the dancer instantly reached for her phone. Searching through her contacts list… her fingers trembled in anticipation until spotting the name of the one person she wanted more than anything. Ahsha felt a sense of comfort for a brief second, however, hesitation kicked in as her thumb hovered over his name. She needed to hear the players voice but the guilt of sleeping with her ex wouldn’t allow her to press the call button. Feeling that Derek would probably question her actions and end all attempts of trying to get with her, made Ahsha feel worse. She wasn’t in the best state to deal with any judgment or rejection so decided not to call him after all. Instead, she ventured off to the bathroom and let all of her emotions go under the shower - eventually heading off to bed.

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Game Day

Missy Elliott’s “WTF (Where They From)” faded out as the Devil Girls fiercely stood in their final positions. The entire arena went crazy, standing to their feet. As always, the girls brought the house down but this dance, in particular, had an extra rawness to it. Even the Devil’s themselves were taken back by the outstanding performance, especially Derek. This was the first time he had seen Ahsha doing what she does best, and he was in complete awe. Though he already knew that she had a feisty side to her… it was nothing compared to the fire she brought on the floor. Recognizing the passion she had in himself when playing ball, the player couldn’t help but smile in admiration.

The bright lights beamed over the dancer's toned bodies, as the applause and cheers continued.

“We fucking killed it.” Kyle excitedly whispered in Ahsha’s ear, only to receive a less than enthusiastic smile from the dancer. “Mmm, and someone else seems to think so too…” She winked, discreetly nodding towards the direction of the main man himself. However, Ahsha’s mind was elsewhere. “Oh.” Came her simple reply, to which her teammate could only raise a brow. Taking note of her rather withdrawn attitude, the blonde-haired firecracker decided to save her interrogating for the locker room.

Finally leaving the court, the Devil Girls couldn’t help but jubilate over their performance. As they all rushed through the tunnel… Derek managed to spot his favorite Devil Girl lagging behind. With a little time to spare before heading back on the court for the second half, the player approached her.

“Some dance…” His deep voice instantly rumbled her core.

“Thanks.” Ahsha replied, still walking. After what had gone down the night before, she simply felt guilty and couldn’t bring herself to make eye contact with the player.

“Woah, slow down roadrunner…” Derek swiftly moved in front of her, causing the dancer to stop. “Everything alright?” His eyebrows furrowed. The usually sassy and upbeat dancer was anything but that. Something was way off and he wasn’t feeling the distant look on Ahsha’s face.

“Yeah… I’m just really tired.” She lied, still avoiding eye contact. However, Derek wasn’t having it. Placing his large hands on her bare shoulders, the player questioned her once again… “Ahsha, you sure everything’s alright? You didn’t call me last night.”

“I… I fell asleep.” Stealing a quick look at the handsome player, before turning her attention elsewhere. “Anyway, I have to head to the locker room now. I’ll see you around. Good luck.” She gave her best fake smile before moving out of his grip. Before Derek could say anything else, Ahsha was already halfway down the hallway doing her best power walk.

Did I do something wrong? Derek was starting to question himself. Just the other day, Ahsha seemed like she was finally warming up to him but now it was like he was a stranger all over again. As much as it bothered him, the player honestly couldn’t afford to sit and dwell over the mixed signals the Devil Girl was giving him. Instead, he simply used that emotion to kill it on the court.

This was exactly why he swore never to get invested in anyone, let alone a woman. Basketball was the only thing that required his full attention plus he knew that it would never disappoint him.

…..

All Ahsha wanted to do was to get the hell up out of the arena and wallow in her sorrows. Silently putting on her clothes as the rest of the girls continued gossiping in the background… Kyle took it upon herself to ask the dancer what the hell was up. Jelena, on the other hand, chose to approach her cousin privately, knowing that it must’ve had something to do with Keith’s no good ass.

“You’ve been quiet for the past 30 minutes, which is rather unusual for even you. What’s up carebear?” Kyle went straight to the point.

“Nothing, just tired.” Ahsha tried to avoid any mention of her current situation.

“Uh uh, not good enough. Do I need to cut someone?” Her southern accent could make even the most serious of people crack a smile.

“No, Kyle.” The dancer lazily laughed, though that wouldn’t be such a bad idea at this point.

“It’s about Derek, isn’t it? Is that why you’re tired?” The blue-eyed minx winked.

“Kyle…” Ahsha’s face was now serious. She already felt terrible for brushing the player off.

“Fine.” She spritzed perfume all over herself. “But when you’re ready to spill the tea… I’ll be waiting, girl.” Spritzing down below, she turned her attention back to the other conversations going on.

“You ready?” Jelena gently approached the dancer. With her bag in tow, she simply nodded and followed her cousin out of the locker room.

Before they could even reach the exit, the captain stopped Ahsha dead in her tracks and cut straight to the chase… “Did something happen after you hung up on me last night?” Jelena knew her cousin all too well and could tell by her behavior alone that something was definitely wrong.

“What is it with y’all asking me so many damn questions today?” Ahsha had honestly had enough. Was it that obvious? Maybe wearing a t-shirt that said “I fucked my no good now ex-boyfriend last night, and feel like shit” in bold letters would stop everyone from being so concerned.

“Okay, I don’t know who “y’all” includes, but I’m your family and I care. What happened?” She pressed once again, her tone more firm.

Ahsha already knew that her cousin wouldn’t let up, but still couldn’t bring herself to say it. Instead, she remained silent feeling herself begin to well up for the umpteenth time. Instantly taking notice, Jelena grabbed the dancer and gently pulled her in for a hug. “It’s okay sis.” She reassured, starting to feel emotional too. But it wasn’t until Ahsha’s shoulders started to tremble that she got even more concerned. “Please tell me you didn’t let him in?”

As ashamed as she was, all the dancer could do was nod. “What!” The captain pushed her cousin back as her eyes widened. “Did he put hands on you? Ahsha I swear to God…”

“No, no Jey… he didn’t.”

“Then what the fuck happened?”

“We… we had sex.” She finally admitted.

“Ahsha…” Though sleeping with such a bastard wasn’t the words she wanted to hear, Jelena didn’t judge her cousin as she knew how complicated relationships could get. If anything, she felt bad knowing just how much Ahsha would beat herself up about doing it.

“Just after breaking up with him… we had sex. I told him to leave afterwards, he got pissed and said a few things and now I… I just feel so disgusted with myself. I can’t even look Derek in the eye…” The dancer continued to express, tears streaming down her face in the process. All her cousin could do was hold her tightly. “I feel like I’ve ruined my chances with him, Jey. He’s been so good to me.”

“Ahsh, you don’t know that.”

“He tried to congratulate me after the dance, and I completely blew him off.” She shook her head.

“Derek isn’t stupid… I’m sure he could tell something was wrong.” Jelena continued to hold onto the dancer as she helplessly sighed.

“The least I owe him is the truth, Jey. And I know he’s going to hate me for it.”

“Ahsha… D isn’t like that. He’ll appreciate your honesty more than anything, as much as it would probably hurt him.”

“I don’t want to see him hurt.”

"Well you can’t have your cake and eat it, girl. He’s going to connect the dots sooner or later so just be real with him, if you really like him like that. Especially now that you’ve finally ended things with that triflin piece of shit!”

One thing Ahsha loved about her cousin was how loyal she was. Throughout their childhood and days in high school/college… both of them would always take up for one another. Their bond was so strong that nobody could ever intimidate them, let alone try them which would happen quite often back in those days. People eventually started to fall back and admire their tight bond after a while. With their mothers raising them as sisters, that’s exactly how they grew up. Nothing could ever come between them, though they had their fair share of arguments and fights in the past.

“Yeah… you’re right, sis.” The dancer hugged her cousin once again. “I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you, Jey.” She sniffed, before laughing.

“I think you need to take that emotional ass to Derek, cos I’ve had about enough of your miserable ass.” The captain teased, earning a light smack on the ass.

“Bitch.”

“Love you too.” They both laughed. “Now let's head upstairs and wait for the guys in the Devil’s Playground.” Jelena smirked knowingly.

“Mmm… I think I’m just gonna head home. Not really in the mood to celebrate.” Ahsha didn’t want to seem like a party pooper, but between facing Derek and celebrating… she just wasn’t feeling it.

“Aww, okay girl. We’ll talk tomorrow then.” As disappointed as the captain was, she totally understood.

“Bye babe.” Kissing her cousin on the cheek.

“And I don’t wanna hear shit about Keith’s ass again!”

“Bye, Jelena!”

And with that, Ahsha finally left the arena.

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Ahsha’s apartment

If the night before didn’t take all energy out of her… today surely did it. Ahsha was spent! The dancer sluggishly walked through her apartment door, dropped her bag and kicked off her shoes. With nothing but a Netflix catch-up session and sleep planned for the night, she went right ahead and got started on just that.

Before she knew it, it was already 9pm. Though she didn’t join the rest of the Devil’s and Devil Girls on their after game get together, watching a few snap stories and IG stories wouldn’t hurt. Deep down, the dancer only wanted to watch and see if Derek would be there with company. However, after a few minutes of watching… the player was nowhere in sight which was rather odd, being that this was his first game back and win. Feeling slightly inquisitive and ready to break the ice, she decided to finally reach out to him via text.

“Hey, u up?” She nervously texted. Why did sending a simple text message seem so damn nerve-wracking? For what seemed like hours, her phone actually buzzed in less than a minute signaling a reply.

"Depends. Who dis?” The player replied.

Of course, his response would be nothing short of a smart-arsed reply. Could he get any sexier? As blunt as the player was, it sure did something to the dancer. Ahsha didn’t know whether to take that message for what it was or get jealous at the thought of who he possibly wanted it to be.

“Ur fave Devil Girl…” She responded almost immediately, regretting her eagerness and choice of words straight away.

“???”

“Question marks? Really, Derek?” She spoke out loud, rolling her eyes before texting back.

“It’s, Ahsha.”

“Oh. Sup?”

“Sup?” Ahsha repeated slightly bothered. Was that it? No smart comeback? No flirtatious reply? Just a wassup like she was one of the niggas? Either Derek was really tired after dominating the game, or he was giving her a taste of her own medicine. Choosing to take the high road, she replied. “Nothin, just wondering why u weren’t out celebrating ur win with the others?”

“No reason. I’m just really... tired.”

Confirmed. Derek Roman was being King Petty and it burned! Ahsha could only shake her head with a slight smile at his response. Receiving the cold shoulder from the player, wasn’t fun at all. However, she knew why he was being this way. A part of her even found it cute.

“Tired? Is this your way of getting back at me 4 earlier?”

“I have no idea what ur talkin about, tbh.”

Truth be told, Derek was loving every second of this. He could tell his blunt replies were starting to get to her and that’s exactly what he wanted. Though her behavior earlier didn’t change the way he was starting to feel about her, it definitely made him think twice about going so hard for her.

“Derek…😩”

“What?”

“Look, I’m sorry about earlier. I wasn’t myself. But that doesn’t excuse the way I treated u… I didn’t mean to give u the cold shoulder like that.”

Ahsha genuinely felt bad. Hoping that Derek would understand… she waited for his reply.

“Aight. I appreciate u tellin me.” He smirked. Ahsha was too cute.

“Good! So… does that mean we’re friends again?” Who was she fooling? Friends was not the exact word she would use to describe whatever it was they had. But it was Derek’s reply she was looking forward to.

“Friends? The Roman Emp doesn’t do that… 😎”

“So what does he do then? 👀”

“Why don’t you come n find that out for urself?” Derek was done with the bullshit now. It was time to let her know just exactly how he felt. Anytime spent with the Devil Girl would be a dream come true.

“It’s getting pretty late, plus I don’t know where u live.” The sudden nervousness she was feeling before, returned. Before Ahsha could even think up another excuse, another message was sent…

“1822 Lexington Blvd. West Hollywood, CA 90069"

“Oh, God.” The dancer thought. There it was… Derek Roman’s address. As curious as she was to see just where the player was spending his nights, something told her it’d be more than just a “hello” they’d be saying.

“Derek, I dunno about this…” She texted back.

“Ahsh, you know me. Besides, u really think I’d try somethin stupid? Jey already threatened me several times lol. I’m not crazy.”

“Hmm… true. 🙈”

“Plus, I don’t bite. Unless u want me to… 😈”

“🙄”

“Haha. So, what’s it gonna be?”

“I guess I can stop by. Only 4 a lil while tho!”

“Ur tha boss. See u soon.”

“Yh yh. See ya ❤️”

“😉”

It was official… Ahsha Hayes was finally going to step foot in Derek’s world, and couldn’t be happier though still nervous as hell. With how things had gone down in the last 24 hours, the player's company may just be the one thing to actually put her in good spirits. Quickly grabbing one of her old college sweatshirts and placing it over her sports bra, the dancer slipped on her white converses… applied a little lip gloss and headed straight out.

The thirst was real.

…..

9:45pm

Ahsha’s car finally pulled up in front of the player’s gates. Though she couldn’t see the stunningly massive house up close as of yet… it was still quite the sight to see. Realizing that the lock system was fingerprint activated, she messaged him with a puzzled look.

"I’m here now. How do I get in genius?"

"What’s the magic word?” Derek teased. He could already see her car parked via one of the many surveillance monitors.

“Derek!”

“That’ll do, haha.”

And just like that, the large stainless steel gates opened to which she stuck her middle finger up at the camera and drove through.

“Oh.. my gosh!” Ahsha mused to herself as she slowly crept up the ramp. Her eyes widened at the amazingly detailed bachelor pad. It was simply gorgeous. Sure, she had been to both Terrence & Jelena’s luxurious house many times… but this right here was on another level. It described Derek perfectly! Big, Bold and Sexy, whilst being slightly over the top at the same time. The man was proud and wanted the world to know it.

Her car continued to slowly move as she took the opportunity to explore this decadent manor.

“I caaaan't.” She mocked, spotting his garage full of luxury sports cars. Though Ahsha wasn’t the type to go for a guy with all the riches and a superficial lifestyle… seeing this was quite the turn on. The dancer saw past Derek’s fame and money the night she met him at his club. She realized what a caring and loyal man he truly was, and that’s what made her like him the most.

Finally finding a place to park her BMW 2-series grey convertible, she stepped out of the car and began her real journey.

Just like she thought. The house was even more stunning up close. Walking up the pathway, Ahsha rang the doorbell and patiently waited. She was just moments away from discovering Derek’s most intimate place…

“Welcome…” The handsome player greeted her with a smirk, eyes intensely fixated on the dancer.

“Thanks.” She replied with a nervous smile. Did he really have to answer the door topless? It took everything in Ahsha not to look down at the grey sweatpants he had on. However, she couldn’t help but notice his obvious dick print. Lord the man was packing something serious. Ahsha had to clench her thighs together at the sight.

“Getting shy on lil ol’ me, Ahsha?”

“Boy, please. Are you going to let me in or is this how you planned our night?” Frontin at its finest.

“Man… get inside.” He laughed, checking her out as she ventured off in. For someone dressed so casually… the dancer looked so good it hurt. From the over-sized varsity sweatshirt to the worn-out shorts and messy bun she was rocking, Derek had to stop himself from drooling. “I’m surprised you actually came here.”

“And why wouldn’t I?” She stopped in the lavish hallway, waiting for him before making another move.

“Shoot, you tell me? This morning you were acting like I had the Bubonic Plague or some shit.” Ahsha couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“I wasn’t that bad, Derek.”

“Ahsh…” He folded his arms whilst looking at her with the straightest face, only making the dancer want to laugh even harder.

“Well, again… I apologize. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way, Derek.”

“Hmm… aight.” The player walked over to her. Every stride he made caused his bulging muscles to tense up. “Maybe you can explain to me why you acted that way, over here?” He nodded towards his ground floor living area. “Come with me.” And just as if it were second nature, the player grabbed Ahsha’s small hand and walked with her. Just the feel of his large hand gripping hers felt so right.

Between the fabulous place, he called his home and the charming way he welcomed her in… Ahsha was mesmerized. After going through such a difficult time with Keith, tarnishing her dreams of being in love with her soulmate, the player was giving her hope once again. He simply made her feel a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.

…..

His living room was to die for. With large ceiling to floor windows showcasing the beautiful city of Los Angeles, it only complimented the stunning minimalist vibe he was going for.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” The player offered as Ahsha took a seat on the large sofa.

“I’m good, thanks.”

“Cool. If you do get thirsty later, my kitchen’s just down the hall. Mi casa es su casa.” He winked, biting his bottom lip. Ahsha literally couldn’t help but smirk at how naughtily charming he was.

“Mmhmm. Bet you’ve said that many times before.” Her defensiveness wouldn’t let her fall for it that easily though. At least that’s what she told herself.

“You’d be surprised actually.” Derek finally sat down beside her.

“Oh come on, Derek. It’s no secret that you’re quite the ladies man.”

“True. But have you ever heard of me going public with any of these ladies?”

“No.” She reluctantly replied.

“Well, there you go.” He laughed, before turning to face the dancer again. “I’ll tell you one thing though… the day God blesses me with the woman of my dreams, I’ll make sure the world knows.” The two friends stared right into one another’s eyes. Ahsha couldn’t help but feel like Derek’s words were directed at her. However, trying not to get her hopes up too high… she killed that thought.

“I’m sure she’ll be one lucky woman.”

“Is Ahsha Hayes giving me a compliment?” The player raised his brow acting shocked.

“Eh, don’t get too big-headed.” She playfully nudged him.

“Alright, Leila Ali… enough about me.” He lightly chuckled. “You gon tell me what happened, or are we going to keep skipping over it?”

“Derek… it doesn’t matter anymore. Plus, I don’t really want to kill the mood by discussing this. It’s not important.” Ahsha sighed.

“Well it matters to me. I wanna know what got my fave Devil Girl all bothered?” He gently placed his hand on her bare thigh.

“Ugh! You’re not gonna drop this are you?”

“Nah.”

“Fine. Keith and I got into an argument. I broke up with him. The end.” Ahsha really wanted to drop this topic, however, the look on Derek’s face told her that wouldn’t be the case at all.

“Wait… did he show up to your place after he drove off from the arena?” He couldn’t help but frown.

“Yes, but it doesn’t matter anymore.” The dancer tried to calm the player down, but Derek wasn’t having it.

“Ahsha, did that motherfucker touch you?” His body was now completely turned to her as his eyes narrowed in on hers.

With how riled up Derek was getting, Ahsha realized that now wouldn’t be been the best time to mention that she actually had sex with Keith too.

“No, Derek.” She placed her hand on his arm. “You’ve got to calm down.” The look in her eyes was that of genuine care and concern, only bringing the player to a calmer state.

“Fine. But if he ever tries any shit, Ahsh… I want you to call me. Alright?”

“Okay.” She meekly replied. Starting to feel worse about sleeping with her ex once again.

“Good.”

For a brief moment, they both sat in silence… that’s until Derek’s phone went off.

“Shit.” The player mumbled, rolling his eyes at the person calling.

“Aren’t you gonna answer that?” Ahsha questioned.

“Nah, it’s not important. Let’s watch something.” He tried to change the topic, switching on the massive flatscreen TV.

“Okay.” She decided not to press, still slightly skeptical.

Just as they were about to get into a movie, his phone went off another 3 times before he finally decided to answer it. “Won’t be long, beautiful.” He winked trying his best to hide how increasingly irritated he was getting. Giving him a simple nod, Ahsha just watched as the player rushed off.

Trying her best to focus her attention to the movie at hand, the dancer couldn’t help but hear Derek giving this mysterious caller a warning in the background.

“I’m not gonna tell you again. Stop calling my damn phone. I’m done.”

Who could he be talking to like that? Ahsha was starting to notice how easily annoyed Derek could get. Something both him and Keith had in common. Though this slightly concerned the dancer, she was willing to give Derek a clean slate as she wasn’t perfect herself. The player had been nothing but the perfect gentleman to her and she wouldn’t change it for the world.

Now done with his call… the Bad Boy returned.

“Sorry about that, Ahsh. Won’t happen again. What I miss?” He spoke, hoping she wouldn’t bring up the phone call.

“What was that all about?” She cocked her brow. Now, who was getting interrogated?

Seeing that the dancer wasn’t about to let this go, he simply answered. “Claudette.”

Claudette. Of course! The same bitch that almost took Ahsha there that night at Club Rome. Ahsha’s stomach turned at the mention of her name. “Oh.” She said with enough bite and a tad bit of jealousy.

“All that matters right now is us and this movie.” Derek sweetly reassured. He could tell that the dancer was bothered, though she had no reason to be. Claudette wasn’t even on her level.

“We’ll see about that…” They both smirked at one another, ready to continue with their night. However, Derek’s phone went off again – followed by constant notification sounds. “Can’t you turn off your phone?” Ahsha was getting annoyed. Claudette was rubbing her the wrong way without even physically being there.

“Ahsh, I can’t. It needs to stay on for business reasons.”

“Block her then.” She firmly said.

Derek’s eyes could only widen at the dancer’s brazenness. In the midst of all the madness… he couldn’t help but feel slightly turned on. His phone rung for the hundredth time, forcing Ahsha to try and lean over the player and do it herself. “Woah, slow down girl.” He burst out laughing, trying to restrain the dancer as she fought to grab his iPhone.

“Derek, I’m serious! Block her!” Ahsha laughed too, though pissed that this chick was interrupting their time together.

“Why, you jealous?” He teased, still trying to keep her and his phone out of reach.

“Hell no. I just… don’t like… being interrupted.” She lied, still struggling to get his phone.

“No one can ever interrupt this…” Derek softly cooed, now using both arms to hold the dancer in place. Their eyes met so intensely that it caused a warm feeling deep within. After almost locking lips twice, now was finally their chance to do what they’ve been wanting to do for the longest. And just like that, the player softly captured her plump lips. Ahsha could only sigh as she felt herself melting into his warmth. With his rock hard torso fully on display combined with the intense kisses, he was laying on her… the dancer could feel herself getting wetter by the second. Was this really happening? After fantasizing about tasting every part of him the other night, she was now in his house, on his sofa about to make out!

Given the fact that Ahsha hadn’t pushed him away yet… Derek simply took that as a sign that she was on board. The player instantly increased the tempo of their kiss. Their lips began to move to the same rhythm as their heads followed the same tune. The dancer raised her thigh as the player helped her straddle his lap. She then introduced her tongue, signaling that she was ready for more to which Derek gladly accepted. Suddenly, what started out as a sweet and slow-paced kiss… turned into an aggressively nasty one. The two friends could only groan as their actions were starting to turn them on even more. The sounds of their lips smacking as their tongues glided over one another’s, literally fighting for dominance, filled the room.

Ahsha wasn’t planning on going there with Derek, at least not so soon. But damn it was hard to resist everything he was giving her. His kisses alone felt like everything she had imagined them to feel like. She was simply addicted to the player and hadn’t even had a full dose.

“You want me to stop?” He breathlessly broke their kiss, feeling his dick starting to stiffen below her. Ahsha, on the other hand, was completely in the zone. Instead of answering the player, she fiercely pulled his face back in and tugged on his bottom lip before sinking her tongue back into his mouth once again. “Mmm…” He groaned. Completely melting into her mouth. No woman had ever gotten him this turned on with just a kiss. Derek didn’t even realize himself grinding against the dancer.

“Ugh…” She moaned now breaking the kiss. Ahsha could literally feel his thick bulge rubbing against her throbbing pussy, making her want him in the worst way. All she could do was wave her hips against it even more. Grabbing the back of her head, Derek decided to focus on her neck and throat causing the dancers head to fall back. With the noises coming from Ahsha’s mouth… one would think she was already fucking the player.

“Shit, Derek!” She called out as he used his tongue to make a trail from her jawline, up to her ear.

“You don’t understand how badly I want to feel you right now…” His words nothing short of desperation. Ahsha was all he wanted.

“I want to feel you too…” The desperation was equally matched. Nothing felt as good as what this man was doing to her right now.

“Then feel me...” He simply replied before pulling her sweatshirt over her head in such a fast motion. Ahsha could only gasp at how smooth the player was. Now their bodies could really mesh together. The dancer took a few seconds to explore the muscular planes of player’s tight body, laying deep kisses on his shoulders, chest, and jaw. At the same time, Derek was busy focusing on dry fuck going on down below. He was so hard it hurt! “Mmm… I’ll have you!” She weakly called out. The fact that she could clearly feel the impact of what his dick could do to her, had the dancer ready to cry out. It was big and thick just the way she imagined.

“You like that Ahsha?” He slid his hands down the back of her shorts, cupping her bare ass cheeks, slowing down the movement of her hips.

“Ugh! Yes, baby… yes!” Her voice cracked.

Baby? Damn, that felt so good to hear. Derek could no longer resist. He could see how hard her nipples were through the sports bra she had on and needed a sample. His teeth grazed the swollen bubs before tugging on them. Without even removing the bra itself, the player still managed to have Ahsha ready to crumble. She needed to feel the real thing – however before she could even begin to remove the bra her damn self, Derek effortlessly flipped her over. Now in between her legs.

“I need you in the worst way baby… you sure you want this?” He sincerely asked. As badly as he wanted to lick, suck and fuck every single part of this woman right now – her consent was much more important to him. Never did he want Ahsha or any girl to feel pressured.

The fact that Derek even cared was enough to have her heart swell. “More than you’ll ever know…” She whispered against his lips before pulling him in for another kiss. Nasty it was. Derek was ready to feel her… literally. Her tongue game was driving him so wild that he easily made his way into the front of her shorts and against her panties.

“Mmmm… that feels so good, baby.” She groaned through gritted teeth as Derek began to rub on her clit through the light fabric.

“You’re so wet.” The player rejoiced at her intimate reveal. Her panties were soaked! He just loved hearing the sounds she made and wanted to hear more of it. Wasting no more time he slid her panties to the slide and continued to slowly rub his fingers against her slippery clit. “Fuck, Ahsha… I need this pussy now.” Derek cooed almost groaning his damn self at the feel of her.

“Uuuugh, Derek! Don’t stop...” The dancer whined before bitting down on her lip. She hadn’t even felt the dick yet and was ready to surrender. Once his thick fingers sunk deep into her wetness… it was a wrap! “Fuuuuuck...” She cried.

“Damn you’re tight…” He whispered against her neck, reveling at the feel of her. In and out he endured his sweet torture onto the Devil Girl causing the sexy noises from her mouth to intensify. The slower he went, the louder she got. Ahsha actually couldn’t believe that this was happening after just fantasizing about him not so long ago. The player was even better than she imagined. He was working her to the point of no return.

Between the on and off kissing, fingering and dirty talk… it was only a matter of time before these two went there. Just as Ahsha reached down and attempted to relieve the player of his sweatpants, whilst copping a good feel of his bare ass… her phone rang. Both so caught up in one another, they chose to ignore the call and continue to explore each other. “You want me to eat it, Ahsha…” Derek cooed, flicking his tongue against her lips still finger fucking her.

“Mmm… only if you let me suck it, baby.” She drunkenly slurred, gyrating her hips to match the movement of his fingers. “Ugh... you’re gonna make me cum, Derek.” She moaned as the player turned his attention back to her clit.

“Shit, not yet baby. Let me taste this pussy first...” Came his low tone.

However, the sound of her phone ringing again made her reluctantly turn her head. With Derek now slowly making his way down on her, completely unbothered by the call… Ahsha could barely make out the name showing on her phone let alone focus enough. But after a few blinks, she saw exactly who it was. Suddenly, her whole world turned upside down as the guilt of her actions came back to haunt her. She felt disgusted at the fact that this fool had the audacity to call her!

Here she was about to give herself to a man that had been the perfect gentleman to her, only to have fucked her no-good ex the night before. Sure, Derek wasn’t her man but this wasn’t a good look nor did it feel right. The player deserved better… they both did. And as much as she wanted to make love to him right now, Ahsha still felt dirty about going back on her word. This had to stop.

“Derek…” Ahsha weakly called out.

“I know baby…” He tongue kissed her flat stomach, getting even closer to her treasure.

“No, Derek… we gotta stop.”

“What, you okay? Is something wrong?” The player immediately stopped his actions, looking up at her.

Something was very wrong and she needed to come clean in hopes of feeling better, and simply being honest with the man she was starting to fall for. “Yes…” She sadly spoke, pulling herself up. “I need to come clean about something.”

“I’m listening…” Derek was honestly confused but was willing to hear her out.

“The truth is… I slept with Keith last night.” The dancer admitted trying her best not to cry, however the look on Derek’s face had her on the brink. “When he came over, we got into an argument and before I knew it – we had sex. But I didn’t want him, Derek. I wanted you. All I could think about was you. That’s why I felt so bad this morning. I couldn’t face you knowing I did that.” She continued to explain, trying to grab his hands. But Derek’s expression became unreadable. He simply listened to her confession and remained motionless. On one side, he felt that he had no right to be mad since she wasn’t actually his girl. He even appreciated her telling him. However, on the other side… he was pissed. This was the same disrespectful guy that didn’t care to embarrass her in public. The same guy that he had to hold back from sending to the hospital. The same guy that she didn’t even seem happy with. So why would she fuck him? Or better yet... why would she let him almost fuck too?

“It meant nothing, Derek.” A single tear rolled down her face as she attempted to grab one of his hands once again, but the moment he withdrew himself from her grip and hit her with a simple… “Alright.” The dancer couldn’t bring herself to stay there any longer.

Standing up, she quickly pulled up her shorts, adjusted her bra, grabbed her sweatshirt from the floor and grabbed her phone. “I’m sorry, Derek.” She finally spoke, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his cheek before heading straight for the main door. The fact that she was still horny and wet as hell made it that much worse.

To Ahsha… it felt like their short-lived fling was about to be over for good, which killed her inside. However, to Derek, it simply confirmed his deep feelings for the dancer. His pride was hurt. Usually, something like this wouldn’t have even bothered him in the past but the fact that it did meant that he was falling too damn quick and it scared him. As much as he didn’t want to see Ahsha leave in such a way, maybe it was best to keep sex out of the equation for now. Maybe it was best to create some distance between the both of them in fact. At least until they could figure out just what all of this was.

Grabbing his remote, he placed it on the surveillance system making sure she got to her car in one piece. The player then decided to send the Devil Girl a simple text message telling her to get home safe, however after doing so, he scrolled through his contacts list – and made a call.

“Come thru.” He simply said before hanging up.

Bad habits were truly hard to break.

*Thank you all for reading. Hope you enjoyed the third chapter of: Better For You. Please make sure to comment, like and reblog. Much love & tag @betnetworks.*

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domxcorleone · 8 years ago

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Derek & Ahsha FANFIC: Better For You (Chapter 2)

*Authors Note: I’m baaaack with the second chapter, and the mess is just getting started! Thank you all for your patience, and please make sure to enjoy the roller-coaster of a ride that is: Better For You. Chapter 2 looks deeper into our favourite Devil and his liking of our favourite Devil Girl. We also finally meet Mary Roman, Dionne (Derek’s sister) and... someone else. Hope you guys enjoy my new fan fic series. You can catch the rest of the story here. Remember to let me know your thoughts :)*

It was the morning after the eventful night before and Derek was deep in his thoughts. The player was laid against his pillow looking up at the ceiling above. He couldn’t help but cast his mind back to everything that had gone down the night before. It wouldn't have been a typical day in “Bad Boy” Derek Roman’s life if things didn’t end up getting out of control or overly dramatic. Drama seemed to follow the star athlete wherever he went and he was honestly fed up. However, as bad as the night ended up getting towards the end… Derek couldn’t deny that seeing the latest addition to the Los Angeles Devil Girls, Ahsha Hayes wasn’t the highlight of his night.

With that said, his brief smile at the thought was quickly replaced with a frown once reminded that his chances with the dancer could’ve possibly been ruined now, all because of the very person laid up next to him in the bed.

“Mmm…” Came her soft groan as she moved her dainty hand down towards his boxers and began to caress his thick bulge.

“Claudette, chill.” He tiredly spoke. Usually, it wouldn’t take much for the player to dick a woman down and have her walking funny for the rest of the week. However, Derek just wasn’t here for it this time.

“Shh… relax, baby. Let me take care of you…” The vixen cooed as she placed a kiss on his bare chest before flicking her tongue against his nipple, whilst still massaging his goods.

“I said stop.” His tone more serious. Although what she was doing felt good… and it felt really good, Derek simply had someone else on his mind.

“You always tell me to stop…” She purred. Her hands now sliding into his boxers as she took a hold of his huge piece. “But you know you don’t want me to.” And just like that, she began to work his dick making sure to get a real feel of her man.

“Shit, I’d rather have someone else do this to me…” He mumbled to himself, not caring whether or not he was heard.

“The fuck did you just say?” He was heard. Claudette immediately stopped what she was doing and propped herself up.

“If you have to ask, chances are you already heard what I said.”

The vixen took one look at him, feeling a surge of female rage and instantly lost it. “Motherfucker!” She shouted, slapping the hell out of his bare chest with all her might before leaving the bed. “I don’t need this shit. I’m about to have a single out.

“I know you did not just hit me! I know you did not just do that!” Derek loudly spoke out, as his eyes narrowed in on hers.

“Damn right I did, nigguh. Fuck you!” The real Atlien in her came out of her as she stood up on the other side of the bed in just her thong.

Like an instant reflex, Derek jumped straight out of the bed and rushed right over to where she was standing. Words could not describe the rage he was now feeling. The player knew never to put his hands on any woman, however, he’d be damned if anyone ever disrespected him in such a way. “You know what…” His tone was so low and deep, as his dark pools intensified on hers. “Count yourself lucky that this nigga ain’t the type to put hands on a bitch.”

“Bitch? Fuc…” Claudette tried to slap the player across the face but got caught mid-air once again. “You are really testing me, Claudette.” His grip tightened as he walked her back towards the wall. “The next time you ever try this shit again… I won’t be so nice.” Her back hit the wall. “I’m not gonna tell you again.”

Seeing Derek in this light instantly silenced her. She was slightly frightened and wouldn’t dare say anything else to piss him off even further. But man… was she turned on. There was nothing sexier than having a big strong man put you in your place when necessary. The two acquaintances remained silent as they continued to stare one another down. Their bare chests heaved whilst only the sounds of their heavy breathing filled the room. “You ain’t got nothin to say now, huh?” He moved even closer to her to the point where her breasts were now pressed against him. “That’s what I thought.” He finally added before attempting to walk away, only to be stopped.

“Wait…” Claudette quietly spoke, reaching for his shoulder. “I’m sorry.” She apologized but the player remained silent. “Derek, I’m sorry.” The vixen apologized once again. This time placing a kiss on his bare chest. “I’m sorry.” She repeated, moving down on the athlete until… “Mmm…” She groaned as she slowly shoved his thick dick into her mouth.

Derek was just tired. Tired of fighting her off. Tired of the constant back and forth. Tired of wasting time on someone who merely saw him for two things… money and sex (though he only gave her one of those things). The simple fact that he wasn’t even enjoying the head he was receiving, was all the confirmation he needed to finally end whatever the hell this was. Derek was done fucking with Claudette, and since this would be the last time she’d ever get to feel him again… the player thought he may as well let her finish the job.

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11:00am

After one hell of a stressful ass morning, Derek really needed some alone time... and what better way than to run a few errands. Usually, the player would get whatever he wanted delivered or would simply get his personal chef to prepare his meals for him. However, he needed the fresh air and could stand to leave the house and all of the drama that seemed to follow him.

Trader Joe’s it was.

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“Coach is a damn trip. None of this shit is better than some smothered ribs…” The player thought to himself as he picked up a few salmon fillets. “Fuck it.” He called out, before rushing back over to the meat section. “What he don’t know, won’t kill him.” He laughed whilst placing some lamb chops, short ribs and other cuts of meat into his cart.

Derek continued to make his way around the store with a few fans spotting him – though he didn’t mind at all. He smiled and waved, then kept it moving. Once making his way over to the fruit section, the player couldn’t help but hear a familiar voice coming down the aisle. The universe truly did work wonders.

“Jey it’s fine. I don’t plan on speaking to his ass anytime soon. Keith has pushed me too far this time.” The dancer spoke on the phone as she stopped in front of the banana section.

“Ahsha.” The player smiled to himself but chose to keep a low profile until she got off the phone.

“But anyway… I’ll call you back sis. I need to get some fruit cos these shorts are starting to feel a little too tight.” She tried to suppress her raspy laugh. “Ooh… now you know I’m gonna tell my mom you said that about her ass! Bye.” Finally hanging up the phone, she made her way over to the exotic fruit section failing to realize the handsome player stood just a few feet away from her.

“I think you look sexy as hell in those shorts…” Came his smooth response as he eyed the dancer up from head to toe. The familiar voice instantly caused her head to shoot up, as well as the hairs on the back of her neck.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to eavesdrop?” She replied, rolling her eyes. Damn, he looked good.

“Guess I missed that TED talk.” He smirked.

“Of all the places…” She sighed, turning back to look at the fruits.

“Good morning to you too.”

“Maybe I should just come back later…”

“Wow, so you hate me that much?” Derek’s words caused her to stop. Why was he so damn fine? She thought to herself. Just seeing the definition of his arms in the racerback hoodie he was wearing, was driving her crazy.

“I don’t hate you, Derek. I barely know you, in fact. I’d just rather avoid all the drama.” She was half telling the truth.

“Drama? You talking about last night?” He pressed. Ahsha could only play with the imaginary lint on her crop top. “Look, Ahsha… I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t expect things to go down the way they did. But I can’t take responsibility for how Claudette acted. She’s a grown ass woman.”

“You’re right.” Derek honestly wasn’t the problem. “I guess I should say sorry for losing my temper too.”

“You had every right to. No need to apologize.”

“Fine by me...” She laughed, looking up at him.

“Besides, you look hot when you get mad.” He bit his lip, only getting her hotter.

“That’s a whole lot of meat you got there...” The dancer tried to change the topic, looking into his cart. However, she failed to realize how that actually sounded out loud.

“Well… I am a big man.” Derek grinned not missing what she had said.

“Right.” She nervously laughed. Catching onto his double meaning.

“So, you came all the way to the exotic fruit section only to get boring ass bananas?”

“Funny. I actually came for this too…” She reached out to grab a Dragon Fruit.

“They’re overrated.”

“And they’re great for your metabolism. Nobody asked you.” She playfully shook her head.

“Yeah, well these are good too…” He reached for a pineapple.

“Hold up. So, you talk about me getting some boring ass bananas… yet come here just to get a simple ass pineapple?” The dancer raised her brow.

“Yup. They have health benefits too…”

“Go on…”

“Good blood circulation isn’t the only thing they help with…” He licked his lips, hoping she’d catch on to yet another double meaning – in which she did.

“You’re a mess, and that’s a myth.” She quickly turned to get more fruits.

“Not from what I’ve been told…”

“Seriously, Derek...” She looked less than impressed.

“Ahsha, I’m just messing with you. Chill out…” He laughed. “You’re too easy.”

“Whatever…” The dancer couldn’t help but laugh also.

“Oh, she laughs.” Derek moved in closer. “You should let me do that more often you know, make you laugh.”

“Should we really be having this conversation here?” Ahsha looked around nervously.

“You’re right. How about I take you out, and we have it then?”

“Derek…”

“Just think about it.” The player whispered in her ear before placing an intense kiss on her cheek. “See you around, Ahsha…” He ended as his hand lingered on the side of her face.

As if her knees weren’t already weak. No matter how much she tried to shake her thoughts of the star athlete, he’d do something else to make her swoon. Ahsha took a few more seconds to cherish the kiss and the scent he left… before telling herself to let things go. Between Keith and his constant bullshit… she really wasn’t about to add any more drama into her life.

Once Derek had left the aisle, Ahsha looked down into her cart only to notice five $100 bills left on top of her groceries.

“He didn’t…” She said to herself in shock, before shaking her head with slight smile.

Her love certainly could not be bought, but damn was this man was just too smooth.

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6:00pm

It had been a very productive day for the athlete, and he honestly felt good. After spending a few hours working out and practicing his jump shots at home – he felt it was time to pay the two most important women in his life a visit. Following the incident, Derek would literally stay put in his mansion and rarely ever left. Mary and Dionne would come by most days to visit and keep him company, but it still wasn’t the same. However, with his new outlook on life… it was time to start being the son and brother he knew he could be.

Pulling up to the large gates in his white Mercedes G-Wagon, he pressed the intercom.

“Hold on Cam… who is it?” Came the sassy tone of the young female.

“You know who it is, Dee. Quit playing and buzz me in.”

“He forgot his keys again, Cam. I caaan’t!” The player heard her over the intercom on the phone. “How you forget your keys every single time?” She continued, now talking to her brother.

“Dionne. I’m not gonna tell yo ass again. Buzz me in!” He spoke louder.

“Ugh. I can’t stand you.” She rolled her eyes. The gates finally opened to welcome him in.

“Watch when I get inside.”

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Once the player finally parked his car and entered the family mansion only to see his sister standing by the door, he instantly snatched her phone from her hand.

“Derek! Stop.” Dionne tried to reach for the phone but Derek’s height and wide wingspan were too much for her.

“Camryn, Dionne will call you back.” He hung up the phone.

“Derek!” She tried to pull on his arm but the player was too damn strong.

“Lucky I don’t take over your damn snapchat and embarrass that ass some more.” He handed the phone back to her. “Next time, open up the damn gates when I tell you to.”

“Sasquatch ass.” She shot back, running before he could grab her again.

“What!” He called out, pretending to be mad.

“If you two don’t quit making all that damn noise in my house…” Mary Roman came from the kitchen less than impressed.

“Your big-headed son started it, mama.”

“I don’t care who started it! And his head is not big.” Mary replied, before walking over to embrace her first born. “My handsome baby boy is perfect.”

“That’s right ma.” Derek smiled, hugging his mother back as he winked at his younger sister, to which she responded with a middle finger. “Ugh, I can’t stand y’all.” Dionne playfully rolled her eyes.

“Oh, don’t be jealous baby girl. Come here…” Mary teased.

“Nah, we good. Stay over there.”

“Shut up, Derek.” Dionne shot back.

“You two are about to do my damn head in. Go to the kitchen and eat the food I made, before I change my mind.” Both Derek and Dionne followed their mother's order, still going back and forth with each other along the way.

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After sharing a few laughs and engaging in some conversation over the nice home cooked meal Mary had made, Dionne had ventured off into the living room engaged in an important phone call with Camryn once again, whilst Derek stood by the counter thinking to himself after starting the dishwasher.

“So… what’s on my handsome boy’s mind?” Mary asked noticing the absent look on Derek’s face.

“Huh? Oh, nothing ma… I’m cool.” He replied snapping out of his thoughts.

“Boy, please. I carried your ass for 9 months. Went through 32 hours of labor, just to give birth to your 8lbs 2oz ass. I know you more than you know yourself.” Mary put her glass down on the kitchen island, folding her arms afterward.

“Here you go.” The player laughed to himself, shaking his head. “Honestly mom, I’m straight.” He tried to brush the topic off once again, however, Mary wasn’t having it or buying it.

“Derek Marcel Roman, if I have to ask you one more time.” She raised her brow.

“Alright, alright. I mean so… there’s this girl…” Derek began, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hold up. In all 29 years of your life, you have never… not once come home to tell me about any girl.” Mary damn near choked on her wine at her son’s shock revelation, and she hadn’t even heard all of it. The look on her face said it all.

Derek had never really opened up about the various women in his life as all of them were nothing more than just a booty call to him. As harsh as it sounded, it was the truth. Most of his booty calls would want more from him, however, the player just knew that none of those women were wifey material. None of them up until encountering someone else… “Tell me about it. I must be trippin.”

“Or she must be something special.” The protective mother spoke dubiously. “So… how did you meet this girl?”

“We met at my party last night and ran into each other again at the store earlier.”

“Oh, so you met her at the club? I see.” Mary was already over this conversation. She knew women flocked to her son and not just because of his good looks. Derek was the ultimate catch. He was tall, handsome, smart, rich, talented, athletic and not to mention again… FILTHY RICH. In her eyes, there was no way you could meet a decent girl at a club, especially not in Los Angeles. Therefore, she’d be damned if any girl tried to trap her son.

“It’s not even like that, ma.” Derek tried to reason, laughing to himself once again. He just knew this would be his mother’s reaction and couldn’t blame her at all. Mary simply wasn’t here for any woman, nor was he most of the time. But things felt different now and he had to let her know that.

“Derek. There are only two types of girls you will meet at the club. Bottle Service Rats & hot in the coochie Gold Diggers ready to open up their legs and trap an athlete.

“I understand where you’re coming from, ma.” He laughed, shaking his head. “However, Ahsha isn’t either of those.”

“Ahsha? See now, that name in itself is a lil ratchet.” Mary teased, before taking a swig of her wine.

Though she wasn’t very fond of the fact that her son almost seemed head over heels, she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t nice to see Derek feel this way about someone for a change. As a mother, she wanted nothing more than for her son to meet and fall in love with a genuine girl that loved him unconditionally. She knew Derek had the biggest heart and a lot of love to give, and though he had struggled over the years with his pent-up anger and wild ways… he still deserved nothing but the best. Both of her children did.

“Damn…” Derek mumbled to himself. This was going to be hard.

“Look baby, you know I support you in everything you do. You’re a smart man, plus I damn sure did not raise a fool. However, you know how these girls are. They see what you’re worth and what you can do for them... and bam! You are dollar signs to them, and it’s rare that you’ll find someone pure. Especially in this day and age.” She said in a matter of fact tone.

“I hear that, mom. But Ahsha honestly doesn’t seem that way. She just joined the Devil Girls and yes I know… most of the girls on the team are thirsty as it is. However, she’s Jelena’s younger cousin and we know how Jey is. Both her and Terrence are good people. Plus, I was trying to get at her all night and she wasn’t having it.” The player explained, only to Mary’s satisfaction though she wouldn’t admit it just yet. “Oh and get this… she already has a man and he ain’t shit.”

“Cuss in my house one more damn time.”

“Sorry…” He laughed. “But for real, ma… he ain’t.”

“And you know all of this, how?”

“I heard them talking over the phone and he was disrespectful as fu… as hell.”

“I see things still haven’t changed in that department then.” Mary threw a subliminal shot at Derek & Dionne’s father before continuing… “So she’s Jelena’s cousin, you say?”

“Yes.”

“And you like her?”

“That’s right.”

“You’ve only met her twice, Derek. You can’t get to know someone in such a short space of time.”

“I know. But when have I ever come to you with something like this before? You know if anyone can spot a fraud from a mile off… it’s me. Ahsha is different. Just the way she looks at me, talks to me… I feel it. Plus, she isn’t afraid to put me in my place and you know how I can be…” He laughed.

“Oh… I know.” Mary lightly chuckled. Ahsha wasn’t sounding so bad after all, but she was still skeptical. Looks could be deceiving, plus her situation didn’t sound too good. “Wait, didn’t you just say that she’s in a relationship?”

“Yeah…”

“Yet you’re still trying to pursue this girl?” The player nervously rubbed the back of his neck once again. “Now, I know for damn sure I taught you better than that, Derek.” Mary was not impressed. The last thing her son needed was to get into more trouble.

“Yes, you did.” Derek replied as he walked over to the kitchen island where Mary was sitting, and grabbed both of her hands as they faced one another. "You taught me to always fight for what I want and to never back down from a challenge. I followed and conquered my dreams of becoming an NBA player, and now I’m a multi-millionaire because you never gave up on me or Dionne.” The mother smiled, feeling her emotions begin to get the better of her as her son continued. “I made a vow to become the man of this house so that I could repay you for every single sacrifice you made for us. To make sure that both of you were living comfortably, and nothing makes me happier than to see my vow come to life. But now, I think it’s time I find someone to make me happy, to keep my head on straight and I know that someone is... Ahsha. That’s why I’m not backing down.” The player finally added as his grip on his mother’s hands tightened. Mary could only stare back at her son intensely as his sweet yet powerful words sunk in. She was so proud of him and of how far he had come.

“I won’t get in your way, son. I trust you.” She replied before pausing, as a single tear streamed down her face. “But I also won’t sit back if things go left. You and your sister are my life. So believe me when I say… I will hurt anyone, that hurts or tries to hurt either one of my babies.” The mother firmly emphasized.

“I know.” Derek smiled as he wiped his Mary’s tear away, before placing a sweet kiss on her cheek.

The mother and son spent a few more minutes alone embracing their heart to heart. With Mary now aware of the current goings on in his life and feelings… Derek was now ready to make some real moves.

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Monday 5:30pm

It was his first official day back in the arena and the player couldn’t have been more focused. The presence he had on the court had not gone unnoticed. Derek Roman was simply a beast and just when you thought he couldn’t possibly get better… he did. Those 3 months away really made for a positive change. And although the player was borderline depressed and was starting to give up on himself, he made sure to channel his frustrations into endless practice and workout sessions at home.

“Good job today guys. If you keep this up… the Bulls won’t stand a chance against us tomorrow. And nice work out there, Roman. We’re happy to have you back on the team.” Coach Davenport proudly spoke as the other teammates gave Derek his props. They had all missed him for real.

“Preciate it coach.” He replied whilst wiping down his sweat.

“Now on 3… Devil’s Nation rise up!” Pete called out like a proud father.

“Devil’s Nation rise up!” The teammates followed.

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“Man… coach worked our asses today.” Terrence spoke as he walked out from the locker room shower. “Imma need for Jelena to give me some extra TLC later on.”

“What, you feeling the burn old man?” Derek laughed as he lotioned himself up whilst sitting on the bench in just his towel.

“Your ass ain’t even been back 2 minutes, yet you’re already trying to roast me? Nigga please.”

“2 minutes and still running the motherfuckin’ court. What’s my name?” Derek called out. “D-ROOOO!!!” A few of the other Devil’s shouted, breaking out into laughter afterward.

“That’s right!” The player stood up beating his chest, before cracking up.

“Stupid asses.” Terrence replied as he walked over to his locker, unable to hold back his laughter too. “Anyway… what’s Claudette saying?”

“Man, I’m done with her and the bullshit.”

“You not feeling her crazy as no more huh?”

“I’m just done. Before, I didn’t have the energy to fight her off… but now I’m too focused on ball and keeping my head on straight. Ball is life.”

“So, Ahsha has nothing to do with this sudden decision?” Terrence interrogated with a smirk now on his face.

“Maybe… maybe not.” Derek shrugged.

“Right. So you really think Claudette’s gonna take nicely to this, D? She’s the type of chick to show up to your house and cook you some burnt pancakes asking if you like them “Dark, light or fluffy.”” The player couldn’t help but laugh at his own words, only to Derek’s displeasure.

"My name ain’t Darnell and this shit ain’t A Thin Line Between Love & Hate.” Derek threw a balled-up sock at Terrence.

“Claudette is dead ass like Brandi though. But in all seriousness, D… just be careful. Ahsha is family and if anything happens to her, Jelena is going to have both of our asses.”

“Come on, Terrence. You really think I’d put Ahsha in danger? That’s not my style man.” Derek shook his head. “Don’t worry, I got this.”

“Aight, Casanova.” His teammate flashed a smile, before dabbing his best friend.

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Meanwhile, both Jelena and Ahsha were walking down the hallway also on their way back from practice, having a little conversation of their own.

“So, it was your man’s first day back today. Did you manage to say hi?” Jelena teased, nudging her cousin.

“I’d expect this kind of comment from Terrence, or Kyle… not you.” Ahsha shot back. “But to answer your question, no. I haven’t seen him or heard from him today actually.” She continued whilst looking down at her phone.

"Do I detect a little bite in your tone, sis.” Jelena was starting to become amused at Ahsha’s actions. Though she didn’t notice it, her subconscious reactions to anything Derek related were a dead giveaway.

“Really, Jelena?” Ahsha rolled her eyes.

“Oh please, Ahsh. When are you going to quit acting like you’re not feeling Derek? Better question… when were you going to tell me that you ran into him at the store the other day?” The captain stopped dead in her tracks, folding her arms. Her green eyes almost seemed to illuminate as they bore right into Ahsha’s.

"I erm… it wasn’t a big deal.” The dancer tried to brush off her cousin’s question.

“Sure.”

“Wait. How do you even know that we ran into each other?” She then probed, placing her hands on her hips.

“I overheard Terrence and Derek talking on the phone last night.” Jelena felt no way.

“So... is eavesdropping a common thing around here? I feel like I should be taking notes or something cos apparently everyone does it.” Ahsha sarcastically spoke.

“Are you going to keep avoiding this topic or are we going to discuss whatever the hell this is?” Jelena’s tone grew more serious.

“What exactly is it that you want to hear from me, Jey?”

“Ahsha, it's pretty evident that Derek is feeling you. And by the looks of it… the feeling must be mutual. However, I know for a fact that he has never felt this strongly about any woman before. Therefore, you two need to actually sit down and talk so that you can figure out whatever the hell is going on.”

“Jey, there is nothing to figure out. I’ve seen the guy what… twice? I’m in a relationship with Keith. The end.” The dancer was really starting to get frustrated now.

“You’re still with Keith out of pride and loyalty to your relationship. A relationship that clearly fizzled out ages ago, and has lost all meaning Ahsha. But I won’t even go there with his disrespectful ass or the fact that you’re still with him. You already know how I feel. All I will say is… keep it 100 with Derek. That’s the least you can do for yourself and him.” The two cousins remained face to face.

Sugar coating things was not Jelena’s thing by far. Ahsha was basically a sister to her and the last thing she wanted to see was the dancer being taken for granted by a piece of shit. Especially since Ahsha wasn’t the naive type. Her cousin was simply just a hopeless romantic, hoping things would work out in the end. But how much was too much?

As much as she didn’t want to hear those harsh words from her cousin, Ahsha knew that Jelena was right. The truth hurt, but coming from someone she absolutely adored and valued more than most really put things into perspective for her (though she wouldn’t admit so yet). In just a few days of encountering the Bad Boy, she literally couldn’t stop thinking about him. The way he looked at her, the way he spoke to her, the way he’d make her swoon by his confidence yet irritate her at the same time. The way he smelled. The way he cared for her. It was insane… and she was confused. Things were moving way too fast but she couldn’t help but feel this way.

Just when she was about to say something… the two players finally left the locker room, only to run into the two very special ladies.

“Great.” Ahsha sarcastically mumbled.

“Now what are you two beautiful ladies doing in this hallway?” Terrence teased as his eyes narrowed in on his fiancée.

“Mmm… I can smell your cologne from here.” Jelena spoke as she walked over to Terrence, wrapping her arms around his waist. Meanwhile, both Derek and Ahsha remained silent as they watched the happy couple reunite whilst stealing a few quick glances at one another. The player was looking like a tall glass of something so chocolatey and dangerous.

“It’s the one you got for me.” Terrence pulled her in tighter.

“I guess I have good taste.” The captain ran her hands up and down his broad back only setting the mood even more.

“Damn right you do…” And just like that, the two lovers began to kiss.

Both Derek and Ahsha, on the other hand, felt some type of way. Derek wished he could be kissing on someone of his own just like that, whilst Ahsha wish she didn’t have a piece of shit for a boyfriend. Without realizing, she looked over at Derek as her eyes traveled down to his luscious lips. God his lips are beautiful… she thought to herself. Memories of when she almost got a feel of them at his party resurfaced, making her even more frustrated. Feeling eyes on him, the player looked back at Ahsha only to realize where her eyes were. He simply licked his lips, knowing exactly what he was doing and began to make his way over to her.

“Shit.” The dancer mumbled under her breath, getting hot and bothered. Something about Derek instantly made her nervous, no matter how much she tried to front. He was so sexy it hurt and with his confidence, effortless swag, and persistence… it only made it harder to resist him.

“I say we give them a run for their money…” The player cooed, before looking back at Terrence and Jelena who were still fawning over one another and engaging in conversation.

“You don’t stop, do you?” She replied, rolling her eyes.

“Now you know you don’t want me to.” He smirked.

“Don’t recall saying that…but okay.”

“When are you gonna quit fronting, Ahsha? You don’t have to admit to wanting me yet… but can a brotha at least get a hello or a hug for a change?” The player towered over her as his eyes stared deeply into hers.

Honestly, Derek had never had to put this much effort into getting some attention from a female before. Ahsha was giving him a very hard time and he didn’t know how to go about things. Maybe she really wasn’t trying to end things with her man after all.

“See, that’s the thing. It’s like you expect me to fall to my feet or kiss your ass.” The dancer shot back, folding her arms.

“I don’t.”

“Derek, clearly you’re used to women giving it to you without even having to ask for it. I am not that kind of woman.”

“Ahsha, I just wanna get to know you… that’s all.” He sincerely replied as his eyes remained on hers, whilst adjusting the strap on his Nike duffle bag. The player was starting to feel slightly uneasy which was very rare for him.

Noticing his sudden discomfort, Ahsha could only soften at how cute he was. It was at this moment that she realized how much the player really liked her.

“I guess a hug wouldn’t hurt…” She spoke, pretending to open up her arms against her will. Derek simply smiled and gently pulled her in. The difference in their height amused him, whilst the difference and smell of him only caused Ahsha to get hot once again. The two friends began to subtly rock from side to side without even realizing it. “Mmm… I could get used to this.” The player teased, burying his head into the side on her neck. She fit against him perfectly.

For a brief moment, Ahsha was completely lost in him. A hug so simple, yet intimate was all she truly longed for. A faint smile began to appear on her face before remembering where she was and who she was with. “Ugh, that’s enough.” She spoke, softly pushing him off.

“For now.” Came his slick reply.

They continued to look into one another’s eyes before hearing the sound of Terrence clearing his throat. “Y’all need a couple more minutes or?” He teased. Jelena could only shoot the both of them a side eye, also.

“Man, be quiet. We should be asking both of you the same thing.”

“We’re engaged, that’s our excuse. What’s yours?”

“Okay, okay… that’s enough you two.” Jelena spoke up, noticing how tense her cousin seemed. “It’s getting late. Everyone ready to leave?”

“Yeah.” The two athletes spoke.

“I’m actually waiting on a ride since my car is still at the repair shop… so I guess I’ll catch y’all tomorrow.” Ahsha sighed. Keith insisted that he’d fix her car for her but never got around to doing it. Typical.

“I don’t mind waiting with you?” Derek offered with a smirk.

“You’d love that wouldn’t you?” She playfully mocked, but wouldn’t pass up on his offer. “Fine… but you better behave.”

“I promise to keep my hands to myself.” He bit his lip. What had she just gotten herself into?

“I guess that’s settled then. See you tomorrow, Ahsh.” Terrence walked over and gave her a hug. “If Derek bothers you too much… let us know.” He joked, only to get hit by his best friend.

“Don’t forget to call me this time…” Jelena reminded the dancer with a raised brow, before hugging her. “And remember what I said. I want all the deets…” She whispered.

“Nosy ass. Will do.” Ahsha replied, holding her a little tighter before letting go.

“Later, D.” She tiptoed up for the player to kiss her cheek. And with that… the two lovers left the arena, leaving both Derek and Ahsha behind.

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“So… what time does your car arrive?” Came his deep voice.

“Shouldn’t be any longer than 7 minutes.” Ahsha looked through her Uber app.

“You know my cars parked outside right? I could drop you home?” He sincerely offered once again.

“I couldn’t let you do that, Derek. I’m sure you have a busy schedule.”

“You do live in L.A right?” She laughed, shaking her head. “Fine, I won’t press. Maybe next time.”

“Maybe. Let’s go wait outside…” The dancer finally suggested to which they both went ahead and did. It was fair to say that she was finally warming up to the player.

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7:04pm

The Devil and Devil Girl were stood waiting outside by the front entrance. Neither of them had uttered a word but merely enjoyed one another’s company. Dusk had hit the beautiful city of Los Angeles and the atmosphere was everything. As the cool breeze hit, Ahsha’s dark locks blew gracefully instantly catching Derek’s eye.

“First eavesdropping… now staring? You have no manners, Mr. Roman.” Ahsha joked, nudging the player.

“Just appreciating nature’s beauty.” He nudged her back, causing her to blush. “Oh… you liked that one, didn’t you? You liked that one.” He teased whilst softly poking her as her raspy laugh grew.

“Stoppp!” She pushed his arm. “Oh, before I forget. I think you left something in my cart the other day…” She pulled out the $500 dollars Derek dropped from her purse. The player could only look on in amazement.

“You didn’t use it?” Derek was shocked, to say the least. If it were any of the other girls he had encountered in life… they probably would’ve used it and asked for more.

“Of course not. I have my own money, Derek.” Ahsha replied, trying to hand the money back to him.

“Right.” He shook his head. She was unbelievable.

“You upset I didn’t use it?” The dancer enquired slightly confused.

“No, not at all.” He placed his hand on her shoulder. “You’re special, you know that?” Ahsha could only shyly smile.

She attempted to give the money back to the player once again… but he refused. Instead, their eyes remained on each other. They simply couldn’t pull away or deny how they were starting to feel for one another. Though things were moving fast, neither of them could deny how good it felt to form such a deep connection. The urge to kiss resurfaced once again and this time… Ahsha didn’t want to fight it. They had both been longing for this moment right here and just as their heads slowly began to move in closer, the sound of a car speeding down the road instantly caused them to pull away. Their lips only a few centimeters apart.

“Looks like Uber done stepped their game up…” Derek spoke watching the luxury car pull up. The player was slightly irritated that their moment was disrupted once again.

“Fuck.” The dancer muttered. Pissed wasn’t even the word. “That’s… Keith.” She added, instantly recognizing the black Mercedes C-Class.

“You called him?” His brows furrowed.

“Hell no.” She strutted foward whilst Derek stayed put, waiting to watch the scene unfold.

Keith blew his horn three times, signaling his arrival. However, Ahsha didn’t budge. Instead… she stood still with the coldest look on her face.

“Look who’s back early from touring lil mama? Thought I’d swing by and surprise you.” The ex-NFL player boasted as the window came down. However, Ahsha remained silent. “Thank you, baby. You’re so sweet. I love you.” He mocked in her voice, laughing afterward. However, noticing that his girlfriend was less than impressed he got serious again. “Ahsh… I know you’re not still trippin about the other night. I said I was sorry.” He spoke once again, only to hear nothing in return. “Am I talking to myself?” The ex-NFL player was starting to get irritated.

He was done talking. Instead, the artist/model decided to simply get out of his car and talk to his girl face to face. Derek, on the other hand, wasn’t having it. He automatically responded by walking slightly forward also… still trying to keep a low profile.

“Ahsha… come on man. What more do you want from me?” Keith finally approached her, trying to grab her hand only to be brushed off.

“I want you to leave.” She bluntly replied.

“Man, that’s bullshit. You do this every time. I said I was sorry… now you coming or not? I’ve got something for you.”

“I’m good.” She checked her phone. “And would you look at that, my Uber has just arrived.” The Toyota Prius pulled up.

“I know you’re not about to get into that car after I drove my ass all the way down here to pick you up?” Keith was really starting to get annoyed now.

“Did I ask you to come and pick me up? In fact… did you even tell me that your ass would be back today?” The dancer's tone grew. She had had enough of his disrespect and blasé ways.

“Ahsha…”

“It’s time for you to go, Keith. Bye.” She pushed against his chest. “And take your car back to wherever the fuck you came from.”

“You’re not gonna keep talking to me like that. You got me all the way fucked up.” His nostrils began to flare.

“Leave!” Ahsha shouted. The anger in both of them was starting to reach its peak. Keith moved in closer as his chest started to heave, completely unaware that the star player was striding over to them. “Everything good?” Derek’s tone was so low it sent chills down Ahsha’s spine. The player had witnessed everything and he was in no mood to deal with any bullshit.

“Yes, everything is fine. Keith was just leaving.” The dancer replied, eyes still on her estranged boyfriend.

“I’ll deal with you later.” His eyes narrowed in on hers, before turning his attention to Derek. “Derek Roman… what’s good?” Keith called out with a smile, extending his hand.

“Keith.” The player simply said the straightest face. Keeping his hand to himself.

Both athletes had never personally met, but they definitely knew of one another.

“First time we meet, and it’s like this.” He laughed. “If you’d just give me a quick sec. I need to finish talking to my girl.” He turned back to Ahsha who was still pissed.

“I think we both heard Ahsha tell you to leave. You should do that.”

“With all due respect my nigga… this has nothin to do with you.” Keith began to frown.

“Call me your nigga again… and it will.” The player moved closer to the ex-athlete. “It’s time for you to get the fuck outta here. I’m not gonna tell your ass again.” His jaws began to clench.

“Keith, just leave.” Ahsha tried to calmly speak. As mad as she was, she didn’t want Derek to get involved in their issues. Nor did she want for him and Keith to fight. Derek was much taller than the ex-NFL player, but Keith could be trouble. Little did she know though, Derek was the one to be feared when it came to fighting.

Realizing that the grounds security guards were starting to take notice of the scene unfolding before them, he decided to do just that. The ex-NFL player couldn’t understand why the player was so protective over his girlfriend, but he damn sure didn’t like it. “This ain’t over.” He spoke, eyes still on Derek. “Ahsha… We’ll talk when you get home.” Taking one final look at his girlfriend, Keith finally walked over to his car...

And sped off.

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Feeling completely embarrassed, drained and angry all at the same time… Ahsha began to silently cry. Derek could see her tiny body shake and simply placed his large hand on her shoulder. “Hey, hey… it’s alright.” He moved in front now placing both hands on her face. “Just breathe.” The player continued to console her. “Want me to walk over to the car?” She nodded, still trembling out of anger.

Once they approached, Ahsha’s Uber… Derek took the lead. “Hey, I need you to get this beautiful lady home in one piece.”

“No problem, Mr. Roman.” The driver replied. Everyone knew who Derek Roman was.

“Ahsha, I’ll see you tomorrow okay?”

“Okay…” She quietly uttered. “Thank you.” She silently mouthed, feeling herself begin to get emotional once again.

“No need to thank me. If you need to talk, just ask Jelena for my number alright?” He used his thumb to rub on her cheek. However, instead of responding, Ahsha just passed her iPhone to him in which he understood. Quickly adding his number, he placed a kiss on her cheek, closed the car door and watched her drive off.

Ahsha could only sit back and think of the player. She was starting to realize that maybe he was what she needed, after all.

Derek, on the other hand, knew exactly what Ahsha had meant about “avoiding all the drama.” However, the player was not willing to give up on her or what they could potentially become. Especially after witnessing just what kind of man she was dealing with. They both deserved better and Derek would make sure of it.

The next time he would see her... everything would be put on the table.

*Thank you all for reading. Hope you enjoyed the second chapter of: Better For You. Please make sure to comment, like and reblog. Much love & tag @betnetworks.*

New characters featured in this chapter:

Mary Roman

Dionne Roman

And Keith Carter...

THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE EPIC!!!! *Evil laughs*

#Hit The Floor #Dersha #DershaShip #DershaFam #Derek and Ahsha #fan fic #fan fiction #BET #black love #black writers #au #alternate universe #series #OTP

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domxcorleone · 8 years ago

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Derek & Ahsha FANFIC Series: The Reality Check (EPILOGUE)

*Authors Note: Chile... I know it’s been 84 years! You ain’t gotta tell me lol. The Epilogue is finally here… and took so long because I honestly didn’t know how to end it. Thank you to everyone that not only encouraged me, but always showed support. I appreciate it more than you know. Catch up on the rest of the series here: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 & Part 5. Following the arrest and shooting of German... just where do Derek & Ahsha stand? Hope you guys enjoy the epilogue of my first mini series. Make sure to let me know your thoughts. WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT INCLUDED (AND MOST LIKELY SOME TYPOS - I’M TIRED)* All characters belong to James LaRosa & @betnetworks.*

It had been a little over a year since the series of unfortunate events had taken place. With the whole shock of Chase Vincent shooting German Vega right after he had been sentenced to life without parole… Ahsha was no longer sure of how much more she could take of what life was throwing at her. However, with the endless support she had gotten from not only her parents and friends but from the love of her life… she was able to stay strong and finally rid herself of any lasting pain.

The thought of building a future with none other than Derek Roman himself, was all that kept her going… that and the fact that she was now captain of the LA Devil Girls.

“To us!” The handsome player cooed, raising his glass.

“To us…” Ahsha replied. Her intense gaze matching that of his as she lifted her right leg and began to slowly caress the player’s finely built leg and thigh underneath the table.

Such a risqué act only caused the cool atmosphere of the Soho House in West Hollywood, to intensify. The subtly sexy ambiance only added to the fire building within the both of them. Derek’s eyes narrowed in on hers as he could feel her foot nearing closer to his hardening manhood.

“You sure you wanna play this game, Miss. Hayes?” He simply asked before taking a swig of his Cristal. “You haven’t even taken a sip of your drink yet.”

The couple looked exceptionally stunning this night in particular – both matching in black from head to toe. Derek in his Armani V-neck sweater, paired with his Armani jeans, BOSS watch & black Balenciaga’s. Whilst Ahsha wore a short Christian Dior jacket dress accompanied by her Givenchy sandals. The player had insisted on the both of them dressing to the nines, and although Ahsha wasn’t the flashy type… she had to admit, when they both made an effort to look good for not only themselves but for one another – it only kept the spice within their relationship going.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Mr. Roman.” Came her mock innocence as she continued to massage her favourite place. “Besides, I don’t need a drink to get me started, Daddy.”

“Well, don’t start something you can’t finish. I already wanna take a bite out of you right now.”

“Mmm… well, what’s stopping you? I mean you rented out the entire place for us Derek.” She coyly spoke, admiring their surroundings before turning her attention back to her date. “Therefore you can take as many bites as you want…”

“I’ll hold you to that.” He mused, now rubbing on her raised leg beneath the table.

“Deal. But seriously baby… this night couldn’t have been any more perfect. Dinner was beautiful. This place… beautiful. What did I ever do to deserve all of this?”

“It’s the least I can do, Ahsh. We’ve been through a lot, but nowhere near as much as you’ve been through over the last year. And as your man… I need to constantly remind you that I’m here, and that I’ve got you.”

“And I know that baby but…”

“But nothing. Do you realise how special you are Ahsha?”

“Derek…” She playfully rolled her eyes, starting to feel shy before the player reached over grabbing both of her hands.

“I’m serious Ahsha. Do you realise how much you mean to me?”

“Of course I do…”

“Come with me…” The player’s simple request caught Ahsha off guard, whilst sending chills down her spine at the same time. Her eyes remained on his as he stood up from the table and reached for her hand.

The couple walked hand-in-hand as Derek led the way.

They both stood before the stunning view of Los Angeles, completely in awe.

“Damn.” Was all Ahsha could say as she rested her head against the player’s chest.

“Right.” Came his simple reply. Arms wrapped tightly around her mid-section.

“I’ve lived here all my life, yet never truly take the time to appreciate its beauty.”

“I pay attention to her beauty all the time.” Derek whispered in her ear before softly biting on it.

“Her? So, L.A is a her now?” She laughed.

“I’m talking about you.”

“Now when did you become this soppy Derek Roman?” The dancer beamed, slightly turning her head around to face her man.

“The moment you bumped into my life.

The seriousness in his voice instantly caused the two lovers to remain silent as they simply soaked up the beauty of the moment. For Ahsha, hearing those sweet words only made her want to christen the entire restaurant over and over again with her soulmate. Words could not describe how she felt whenever Derek let down his guard and opened up about his love for her. But for Derek, uttering such words meant something else…

“My whole life, I’ve been surrounded by people who wanted something from me… and I gave, because I wanted them to stay.” The player continued as he slowly lowered himself down to one knee, causing Ahsha’s eyes to widen.

“De… Derek… what are you doing?” Her lips began to quiver as she felt her vision begin to blur. She was now looking her man dead in the eye as he remained down on one knee. However, the moment he pulled out a black box revealing the 10-carat diamond encrusted engagement ring… her knees buckled.

“You… you never wanted anything from me, but me.” He softly spoke, feeling his emotions starting to get the better of him. “I told you I’d either be the best mistake you ever made, or I’d change your life.” By this point, Ahsha was already trying her hardest to keep her sobbing quiet… but she just couldn’t. She placed her thumb underneath his eye, wiping away the small tear that began to roll down his cheek as she continued to listen. “Well it turns out you changed mine.” Taking a deep breath, the player finally asked the magic question… “Ahsha Hayes will you marry me?”.

Ahsha could no longer hold back her emotions. Her tears profusely fell as she stood whimpering before her man. The more she cried, the more Derek felt himself losing it. Her tiny body continued to convulse as she tried to get her words out.

“Yes… Yes, Derek Roman I will marry you!” She proudly stuttered, ugly cry and all.

And with that said, Derek immediately slid the stunning piece of jewellery down her ring finger – placing a tender kiss on it afterwards. Ahsha stared down at her engagement ring in complete awe, still shaking before cupping her man’s face and kissing him for dear life.

“Thank you…” The player broke their kiss as he whispered against her lips, placing one hand on the back of her neck. “Thank you, Ahsha.” The was no mistaking the sentiment in his voice or the tears that continued to fall from his eyes.

“No… no. Thank you baby.” She tearfully replied, as they locked lips once again.

The two lovers were an emotional wreck. Thoughts of everything they had endured over the last year only caused this moment right here to completely break them. Neither of them would’ve ever imagined for this moment to happen after going through such a difficult time. However, just when they thought love had failed them… love had different plans.

“So, you’re going to be my wife huh?” Derek grinned. Hands now making their way down to her plump backside.

“Me… a wife? Derek Roman’s wife of all things? Ugh!” The dancer gushed. “I guess so…” Her infamous naughty grin formed, as the sensual tone in her voice went unnoticed.

“Shit, never thought I’d see this day either. Me a husband?” He scoffed, his gaze intensifying. “How the hell did you get me so sprung Miss. Hayes?” His dark pools narrowed in on hers, as the grip he had on her ass tightened.

“Mmm… I could ask you the same damn thing!” She retorted, caressing his sides. “And you better start getting used to calling me… Mrs. Roman!”.

It was just like these two to go from sharing such an emotional moment together, to wanting to strip one another butt naked and get to work. There was no in between whenever it came to their love… and that’s what made things so special and exciting.

“So about taking those bites…” Derek continued, backing her towards the large windows.

“Uh uh, Derek. We can’t.” She weakly giggled, trying her best to resist the player… however the way he began working at her neck – protesting almost seemed pointless.

“Weren’t you… the one that… wanted me to take… as many bites as I wanted?” He questioned between tongued filled kisses against her neck and jaw. “Besides… we’re the only guests here tonight, beautiful.” His sweet torture continued. Now against the windows, the player began to caress Ahsha’s bare upper thigh with one hand whilst the other cupped the side of her face.

“Mmm… I know baby. I know.” She breathlessly tried to reason. “But what if… what if a member of staff walks in on us?”

“Well then they’ll have two beautiful views to see!”

And just like that, the player swiftly moved his fiancée’s lace thongs to the side… slowly sliding his thick fingers into her tight wet heat.

“Ughhh… De…rek” The dancer stifled a moan, only to Derek’s pleasure. Her grip against the back of his head tightened.

“Can’t be too loud baby… someone might walk in on us.” Smug bastard. Ahsha thought to herself as her fiancé continued to rub into her wetness. By this point she could no longer hold back. Ahsha felt herself grinding into his fingers. She purposely moved in a way that her clit would be stimulated even more.

“Mmm, Mrs. Roman… you’re gonna get yourself into more trouble.” He cooed into her ear, still running his fingers through her honeyed sex. The gyration of Ahsha’s hips against his hand only drove him crazier. He could literally feel his stiff dick pressing uncomfortably against his jeans. Any longer and he’d rip right through them.

“That’s a risk… I’m willing to take.” She whispered into his neck, taking a bite. And with that said… Ahsha wasted no time. She went straight for his belt, unbuckling them. “Show me why I should marry you.” She purred as her tiny hand reached deep inside his boxers, taking hold of his thickness and pulling it out.

For a moment, they both stood in silence. Only pants and soft groans could be heard as they watched one another pleasure the other. The faster Derek sunk his fingers in and out of Ahsha’s pussy, the harder she stroked his dick. The fact that her hand could barely fit around him, turned her on even more. Words could not describe how badly they craved one another. And though Ahsha had concerns about the members of staff walking in on them before… she no longer gave any fucks now. Flicking her tongue against Derek’s lips, before tugging at them with her teeth made him melt right into her. Their tongues touched a few times before they finally locked lips. Sloppy, aggressive and nasty it was. Ahsha moaned into his mouth as he tilted his head even more, giving his tongue the perfect access to hers. Her plump lips felt like heaven against his.

“Fuck…” He breathlessly spoke, breaking the kiss. “I’ll show you…” His deep voice sent chills down her spine as he began to descend on her. Back on his knees for the second time that night, the player instantly hiked up his fiancée’s jacket dress as he pulled down on her thongs. Ahsha gasped as Derek grabbed her left thigh and placed it on his shoulder, but before she could even react… she felt his slick tongue sink deep in her delicate folds.

“Shiiiiiit…” She whispered as her eyes rolled back. With the way Derek was working her center, Ahsha literally felt like passing out.

“Mmm…” The player groaned as his languid licks turned into intense sucking. He simply couldn’t get enough of his soon to be wife.

“Derek…” She whined once again, placing her hand on the top of his head. It took everything for her not to scream out loud… however, Derek just wasn’t letting up. She could feel herself begin to come undone! “Baby I can’t… I can’t!” She called out.

Just the words he wanted to hear. He kissed and licked on her a few more times, before tearing his mouth and face away from her womanhood. With the most devilish grin on his face… the player instantly stood up with both of her thighs in hand, and placed them around his waist.

“Think you can handle this for life?” Derek cooed as he made Ahsha slowly sink down on his thick dick.

“Ughhh…” She cried out, holding him even tighter. “Yes… God… Yes!”.

The two lovers had no time to go slowly. They locked lips once again and began to go wild. Derek pumped into his woman for dear life, whilst Ahsha simply tried to hold on. Every time she would begin to get louder… Derek would silence her with more tongue filled kisses.

“Fuck, Ahsha!” The player groaned as he felt the pressure down below begin to build.

“Right there, baby! Right there! I’m cumming…” She was literally in tears. No feeling could ever compare to that of her man deep inside of her. They simply fit together like a key to a lock. He was the love of her life, and any chance to make love was a gift to the both of them… no matter how risky it was.

“Shit!” He yelled, unable to control himself as his warm juices erupted into Ahsha like a volcano.

“Mmm…” The dancer weakly uttered. Completely satisfied, resting her head on her fiancés shoulder.

The newly engaged couple stayed joined, exchanging a few love gazes and kisses as they continued to come down off their high. However, the moment they could hear footsteps nearing closer… their eyes shot wide open and they instantly jumped apart, trying to fix themselves up as fast as possible.

“Ahh… Monsieur Roman, Mademoiselle Hayes…” François Kacemi - the decadent owner of the restaurant approached the young couple feeling very proud of himself. “I trust you both had an amazing meal?” He continued in a heavy Moroccan/French accent, before noticing the very out of breath couple.

“Most definitely, Mr. Kacemi.” Derek quickly responded. “We’ll have the bill now, thanks.”

“But… dessert? You didn’t have your dessert?” François urged with a raised eyebrow. Having Derek Roman dine at his restaurant was an honour, and he wanted to pull out all the stops.

“Oh, trust me Mr. Kacemi… we’ve had more than enough.”

Ahsha didn’t miss Derek’s double meaning, and felt even more guilty.

“Mademoiselle Hayes… rien pour toi?”

“Oh… I’m trying to watch my figure, Mr. Kacemi. But I promise, Derek and I will be back very soon.” The dancer sweetly reasoned, earning a smile from the owner. He too was in awe of Ahsha’s beauty and charm.

“Please call me, François. And no problem… I shall see you both next time. Thank you for coming.” He smiled, knowing exactly why the young couple were in such a rush to leave.

After paying for the bill… the newlyweds left the restaurant and began their journey home.

“Damn that was close.” Derek spoke.

“You’re going to get us into trouble one day, Derek. That’s the last time I listen to your ass. No more sex in public.” Ahsha replied as they headed out the doors.

“Yeah okay, Miss… “I can take as many bites as I want.” Hayes.” He shot back.

…..

Finally arriving back at the mansion… the two lovers headed straight for their room, and got themselves settled in for the rest of the night. All they wanted to do was relax, cuddled up in bed. However, something was secretly bothering the dancer and she had to put herself and mind at ease once and for all.

“Ahsh… where you goin?” Derek spoke as his fiancée got up from his chest, slowly leaving the bed.

“I just need to use the bathroom quickly, babe.”

“Aight. Don’t be too long… Daddy needs some lovin.” He grinned.

“Do you ever stop?” Came her reply, as she playfully rolled her eyes.

“I’ll stop when I’m dead.”

“Ugh…” She scoffed, throwing one of the pillows at his head. Her raspy laugh filled the room as she rushed off to the bathroom.

“You better run!” He laughed.

Almost 10 minutes had passed, and Derek had barely taken any notice as his attention was on the sports highlights. However, once Ahsha walked back into their bathroom with a strange look on her face… the player instantly turned to her direction.

“Baby… you okay?” He asked, slightly getting up.

“I guess the sayings are true…” She softly spoke.

“What?”

“God’s timing is the best timing. Things happen for a reason. Always trust with your gut instinct...”

“Ahsha… what are you talking about? Is something wrong?” Derek began to panic. Now wasn’t the time for Ahsha to get cold feet. They hadn’t even set a date yet.

“Nothing is wrong, Derek. Everything… everything is so right.” Tears began to fall from her eyes, as she pulled out a pregnancy test from behind her back.

“Ahsh…” His eyes widened.

“Looks like we need to set a date and get married pretty soon, before I can’t fit into any wedding dresses.” She laughed through her tears.

“Ahsh… are you? Are we?” The player could barely speak. As if tonight hadn’t already been emotional enough.

“Yes. We’re having a baby, baby.”

Derek left the bed and walked over to his fiancée. He simply grabbed the device from her hand and read the results for himself. Positive the Clearblue pregnancy test showed… and just like that, the player’s eyes began to get watery and he pulled his soon to be wife into his arms.

“Two gifts in one day, Derek…” Ahsha’s voice cracked as she looked up at her man.

“I told you I’d change your life, just like you changed mine.” He spoke, kissing her forehead afterwards. “You’ve made me the happiest man in the world, Ahsha.”

“Not as happy as you’ve made me. Thank you, Derek. Thank you for everything.” She looked down at her flat stomach.

The player raised her chin up and sweetly kissed her lips. “This is the beginning of forever. I will always protect and look out for the both of you.” Placing a hand on her stomach… “Can’t believe we’re having a baby… ”. The two swooned at the thought of the newest addition to their growing family.

“A little bean of our own.”

“Mmm… I probably put two little Romans in you, knowing how I put it down.” He joked, earning a smack from Ahsha. “Ouch! Mama hit Daddy, baby. Hurry up and get out here so that you can protect me!” He continued, only causing her to laugh.

It was never anything short of an interesting/eventful moment for the two lovers. With their love finally sealed… they both had the rest of their lives to look forward to now.

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1 year later…

Just 4 months after finding out that they were expecting their first child together, both Derek and Ahsha tied the knot in a beautiful Malibu wedding in front of their family and friends. Ahsha’s baby bump was virtually unnoticeable, though she could’ve sworn that she looked like a “whale”. Her husband insisted that she was the most beautiful woman in the world regardless. The newlyweds then ventured off to Fiji for a 2-week honeymoon, in order to get away and enjoy more alone time together… as they knew once they came back, their focus would be on starting their journey together as parents.

5 months later whilst at the mansion… Ahsha’s waters broke at 10:00pm at night, whilst Derek was busy in their gym working out. Once she had finally gotten his attention, they immediately rushed off to the Cedars-Sinai Medical Center and alerted their immediate family members. Pete, Sloane, Kyle & Terrence eventually arrived at the hospital beyond excited.

After just 7 intense hours of labour… Derek & Ahsha welcomed their new born healthy baby boy – Dru Ahmir Roman to the world, at just 6lb 5oz. The two new parents were completely overjoyed, in love and emotional as hell. Derek could barely keep it together. After witnessing the love of his life deliver their beautiful baby boy… he knew his life was complete. The proud grandparents & godparents couldn’t get enough of the little charmer also. He had Ahsha’s eyes, with Derek infamous smirk already… though he resembled Derek’s grandfather a tad bit also. They were all in love and couldn’t wait to watch baby Dru grow.

Present day….

“You’re growing up on me way too fast, Dru Dru.” Derek spoke as he opened the car door, and placed his baby boy in the back seat… gazing at him. “Looking just like your momma, and granddaddy.” He chuckled. However, the moment Baby Dru’s expression changed… he laughed out even harder.

“You’re definitely your mother’s son indeed. Don’t make that face at me.” He continued in amusement, whilst Ahsha walked over to the car carrying a few a Dru’s things, to see what was so funny.

“Hey… what are you doing to my lil man?” She smiled.

“Just telling lil yella, how much he looks like you when he makes this face.” Derek couldn’t stop laughing, as he fixed their sons seat-belt.

“Boy please… that’s your son all over!” Ahsha rolled her eyes. “You make that face when 24/7.” She laughed, leaning in to kiss their baby’s little lips repeatedly. “And stop calling him lil yella.”

“What? That’s what they called my pops back in the day haha. And hmm… I guess he does look like me a little huh? Probably gonna get all the ladies like daddy did too, aye Dru?” Derek teased tickling his sons sides, causing Ahsha to raise a brow at him... whilst the sounds of Dru’s tiny raspy laugh filled the car.

“Excuse me?” She said with enough bite in her tone.

“Haha, you know I’m playing baby.” He lightly tapped her ass. Kissing her cheek afterwards. “I’m all yours. Don’t worry.”

“Dru… you better tell your daddy to stop playing with me.” She cooed at their son once again, causing him to sense his mother’s words and make that face again.

The two parents burst out in laughter once again. They honestly couldn’t believe that they were parents of this gorgeous little boy. Sloane & Pete had asked to have baby Dru over the weekend, and though they were both slightly sad to see their baby go… they knew his was in safe hands and secretly couldn’t wait to spend some much-needed quality time together.

However, this alone time could possibly result in yet another little Roman as Derek was on a mission to start his own mini basketball team with his lady love.

After everything they had faced… both Derek and Ahsha were truly content with their lives. The Roman’s were stronger than ever.

Baby Dru Ahmir Roman – at 4 months (sporting his infamous look).

Photo cred: IG - Blackmomsblog

“Nothing on earth can stop you if you truly love someone. Love gives you that strength to face all hurdles of life, fights against all odds and still emerges out to be as beautiful as it was when it started."

Reality Check.

*Authors note: After surviving his gun shot wound from Chase... German Vega was sent to a maximum security jail, to which he was left completely paralyzed from the neck down... never to be heard from again. Welp. Thank you all for reading my mini series: The Reality Check. I hope you have all enjoyed reading this epilogue & this series. Thank you all for being so patient once again. Remember to let me know what you think. Much love, Dom.*

#Hit The Floor #Dersha #DershaShip #fan fiction #BET #alternate universe #au #mini series #Reality Check #OTP #Black Love

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jcstyle444 · 2 months ago

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I enjoyed reading this fanfiction on #HitTheFloor I love reading about Derek and Ahsha. They have become my favorite 😍 love story.

PART 9

It’s only been about a month since Ahsha and Derek got engaged. But Derek has made it one of the best experiences. He got her little gifts. Sending flowers, and going on dates. Made Ahsha blush everytime because she never knew Derek could be so romantic. Like today, Ahsha had Devil tryouts. Derek had an early day but at the bottom of the bed she found a box. Inside she found two plane tickets and a note that said,

“We’re always together, but never alone! Let’s run away and never come home! Love, Derek. PS Dig deeper in the box.

When she dug deeper she found a sexy two piece string bikini. Ahsha smiled. She found herself reflecting on the day the met, their first kiss, the first time they made love. She realize she’d found her once in a lifetime love. He loved her; good, bad, and ugly. He never made her feel bad for anything she accomplished. It felt good to come home and be able to share those things. German was never happy for her! She was daydreaming so deep she never even heard Kyle come in.

"Let’s go Carebear,” she said snapping Ahsha out her trance. “Oh shit! I’m ready” she said jumping up. They ran out the door. Tryouts were a bit different this year. Jelena was pissed that her captain position was up for grabs. One had to audition and the devil girls would pick their captain. The final stages of the audition would be recorded live. It was almost Ahsha’s turn. She and Derek sat side by side as he gave her encouraging words. “Get in your zone baby, and just go!” He told her.

“Now we’ll have Ahsha vs Jelena” Sloane said. “This is going to be like taking candy from a baby,” said Jelena. “Age before Beauty.” Ahsha told her. Jelena started her dance which had a lot of twirls and spins. A lot of crawling and sexual faces. But the crowd enjoyed it. Ahsha’s song was “2 on”. She placed her chair in the center of the floor. The music started and Ahsha jumped right in with her infamous flip. Ahsha danced and whined her body like it was just her and Derek in the who stadium. Swinging her body over the chair, she laid over it. When she was done she got a standing ovation. “Ahsha, Ahsha!” roared the crowd. “Okayyyyy, Los Angeles Devil Girls who do you choose?” Sloane said. “We choose….. AHSHA!” the girls screamed. A pissed Jelena runs from the arena. Ahsha was so elated. Derek walked toward Ahsha only for her to jump into her arms. “Hail the conquering hero! Congrats baby,” he said kissing her sweetly. “Thank you,” she said kissing back. Suddenly, Ahsha’s phone rings.

“Hello?” “Might I be able to speak with Ahsha Hayes?” The voice on the other end asked. “Speaking” “This is Usher!” He said. “Who?!” “Usher Raymond” he spoke again. *screams* “oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!!!!” “Hello?” He laughs. “Yes, I’m such a big fan of yours!” “And I am a fan of yours! You’re truly amazing! Listen, I have a new video coming out and I’d love you to play my leading lady?!” He asked. “Yes, yes! Absolutely!” “Great! I’ll call you soon with the details. Talk to you soon.” And he ends the call.

“OMG!! Usher wants me to be his leading lady!!!” She screamed! “You have to do this Carebear!” Kyle told her. “Yes, babe you have to do this! What’d I tell you bae, you’re a star! And you’ve only just started!” Derek told her. Kissing her lips again. “We’ve got to celebrate! And I know just how!”

#derek roman #hit the floor #ahsha hayes #dersha #ahsha roman #derek and ahsha #mr and mrs roman #dershaship #love

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domxcorleone · 8 years ago

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Derek & Ahsha FANFIC: Girl’s Just Wanna “Have Fun”...

Authors note: Hey guys, I know it’s been AWHILE... however, this fan fic idea just hit me out of nowhere (whilst I was at work), and I therefore decided to bless y’all with a lil sum sum lol. Plot: As Derek leaves Miami for his first away game, Ahsha decides to take a trip to LA to visit her loved ones... to which Kyle takes this opportunity to host a sexy girl’s night, with a few Devil Girls like you’ve NEVER seen them before. Just exactly what goes down, with endless alcohol involved? *Evil laughs*. Hope you all enjoy this cute story. Remember to share your thoughts. Much love. SIDE NOTE: You already know to blame Dersha.

Moving to Miami had been one of the best life decisions both Derek & Ahsha had ever made… especially together as Husband & Wife. Miami had it all – clear blue skies, the perfect weather, beautiful beaches, amazing sights and an even better night life. The simple fact that Miami came drama-free, was also a huge bonus. However, though The Roman’s had only been living in the sunny state of Florida for a little over 4 months in their new $10.5m condo – it was fair to say that apart of them still missed LA and the crazy memories left behind. And with Derek now playing as the Power Forward for the Miami Heats, they barely had any time to talk to their loved ones let alone visit them. But that was about to change. The Miami Heats had an upcoming away game against the New York Knicks, and Ahsha was going to take that opportunity to fly back to LA for some time with her girls… and parents of course.

“You do realise that this will be our first time apart since becoming husband & wife, right?” Ahsha pouted as she sat up on her knees, watching Derek pack the last of his things before heading off to the airport.

“I know babe, but you know Daddy has to put that work in and make us this money.” He cooed, before smugly whispering to himself… “Put that work in like I did last night”.

“What was that?”

“Nothing baby, just relax. 4 days will be over before you even know it.” He continued, zipping up his bag before getting on the bed and slowly crawling over to her. “And I’ll be right back in between these legs.”

"But… 4 days is a long time, Derek.” Ahsha whined, trying to keep up the “upset wife” façade. However, her frown soon turned into a naughty grin as she watched her husband closing in on her, like she were his prey.

“You’ll be fine...” He deeply soothed, slowly pushing her back against their bed. The smooth player instantly placed both hands on Ahsha’s bare thighs, fiercely pulling her into his waist – before caressing her exposed sides.

“Mmm… you’re gonna miss your flight if you don’t stop, Mr. Roman.” She softly moaned as the sweet torture of her husband’s caresses continued. Words could not describe how badly she wanted to feel him, however Ahsha knew they’d never leave the room if things really went down.

“That’ll be your fault then. You know I can’t resist you…” He spoke against her lips, as knowing fingers pushed past the thin material of her panties.

“Derek…” She weakly tried to reason but the moment Derek began to intensely kiss on her neck, whilst teasing her sensitive folds… she knew it was only a matter of time before the Miami Heat’s would be missing one of their star players. His thick fingers continued to plunge in and out of her very wet slit, as he whispered into her ear… “I’ll never get tired of this pussy” biting on it afterwards, causing Ahsha to shudder in response. This had to end! “Coach Spoelstra’s… gonna get you if… you don’t stop baby.” She breathlessly uttered – and with that said, the player’s head instantly shot up.

“Well damn… I guess I’ll take my cold shower on the plane then.” He shot back whilst slowly pulling his fingers from inside of her, eventually getting up.

“Ugh!” Ahsha sighed in frustration. “I miss you already.”

“Pshhh… Yeah right. You secretly can’t wait to get rid of me.”

Ahsha playfully rolled her eyes as she watched Derek grab his bags. Just seeing the way in which his muscles tightened up, made her throb for him even more. "So you’re really flying back to LA?” He questioned as Ahsha began walking over to him.

“Only for 3 days. You’re going to be away for 4 and I don’t want to be alone in this big ole condo just yet.” She admitted, grabbing her silk robe as they both headed down the stairs. “Figured I’d take this time to visit my mom, and Kyle since she’s dying to see me!”

“Hmm, alright.” Ahsha wrapped her arms around his neck, tip toeing to kiss his lips. Neither of them wanted to part but knew they had to. “Give your mom a hug for me.” He deeply pecked her lips once again, before pulling away. “Oh, and tell Coach I said what’s up.” She pulled him back down for yet another kiss. “And tell Kyle I said… No clubs! I’m serious Ahsha.” They kissed again, this time much longer and more intense than before. The two newlyweds just could not get enough of each other! Derek let go of his suitcase, placing his hand behind Ahsha’s head as their kiss deepened. Ahsha could only respond with a stifled groan as she tilted her head a little more, gaining access to her husband’s warmth. The movement of their lips began to increase as their tongues melted against one another’s. His wife was seducing him, and as good as her lip biting felt… the stiff bulge in Derek’s pants was telling him it was really time to go!

“When I get back… that ass is mine.” The player abruptly broke their nasty kiss. The look in his eyes only reinforced how serious he was.

“Promise?” She purred, biting her lip.

“I think you know that I’m a man of my word.”

And just like that the two lovers let go.

“I’ll call you when I get to the airport.” Derek spoke as he opened the front door.

“And before you board the plane, Derek.” Ahsha sternly reminded, causing her husband to laugh.

“That too.”

“And… “

“And when I land in New York. Baby I know… don’t worry.” He chuckled to himself. Derek just loved how being a wife came so naturally to Ahsha. Man he loved that woman something serious.

“Okay…” She sadly spoke, feeling herself getting emotional.

Ahsha had become so accustomed to having her husband all to herself over the past few months, to the point where she actually began to forget that he was a professional basketball player in high demand. The fact that she was actually going to start her new position as Co-captain & Director of the Heat dancers in just a week’s time, was yet another reality check. She wasn’t ready for their honeymoon to officially end.

“Just 4 days beautiful. I love you.” Derek cooed, snapping Ahsha right out of her thoughts.

“I love you too, handsome. Be careful.”

“I will. Make sure you call me when you leave for LA tomorrow, aight?”

“Aight.” She mocked in his voice, causing the both of them to laugh before the sound of Derek’s waiting driver beeping brought them back to reality.

The newlyweds took one final look at one another, mouthing the words “I love you.” once again, before Derek finally closed the doors behind him. Thank God he left before witnessing the tears that fell from his wife’s eyes. LA couldn’t come sooner!

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Ahsha honestly didn’t realise just how much she had missed the bustle of Los Angeles, until she found herself caught right in the middle of it. Although Miami was a dream come true… nothing truly compared to the Californian sun – though she’d never admit that to Derek.

However, the last few days spent with her loved ones was what truly made her trip special. Sloane surprising her at LAX upon her arrival, then spending the entire day together catching up & dining out – made Ahsha feel like a total mama’s girl all over again. She had missed Sloane terribly… though they practically facetimed almost every day. As if she couldn’t get enough of her mother, Ahsha then spent the next day stuck indoors with both Pete & Sloane for some more family time. They shared stories, watched movies, rejected Sloane’s new vegan concoction and simply enjoyed each other’s company. It was just like old times, and Ahsha couldn’t have asked for anything better – though she was really starting to miss her husband’s presence. They had exchanged a few text messages here and there, but the life of a professional basketball player was truly demanding.

Her final day in the West Coast had fast approached, and what better way to spend her last night in Los Angeles than with her crazy blue-eyed bestie from the South. Kyle was way too overjoyed to have her carebear back in town, and couldn’t wait to get up to no good. However, since Derek made it very clear that he didn’t want his wife all up in the clubs with all these thirsty ass men about – Kyle thought of the next best thing… a “Girl’s Night in!”. Yes!

What could possibly be better than sharing a few sex stories in sexy lingerie over endless drinks?

There was no mistaking the excitement in Kyle’s voice over the phone, however as usual… Ahsha was slightly sceptical.

“Sex stories?” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she held up a piece of lingerie packed in her suitcase.

“That’s what I said carebear. Now don’t tell me you’ve already turned into one of those housewives that forget what sex is?” The sassy blonde replied, fixing herself up as she looked into the mirror – before winking at herself.

“Um… I’m married to Derek Roman, Kyle.” Ahsha replied in a “matter of fact” tone.

“Exactly. Therefore, you should have no problem sharing some details on how D-Ro really puts it down.”

“But Kyle…”

“See you later carebear! And don’t forget to wear something sexy… the girls can’t wait to see you. Choa!”

And before Ahsha could even get another word out, Kyle had ended the phone call only causing her to sigh. Just what was she about to get herself into?

She was about to find out.

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It was now 10:00pm and Ahsha had just arrived in downtown Los Angeles, ready to face what the night ahead had in store for her. This was the first time since leaving for Miami she had seen any of the Devil Girls, let alone Kyle. She just couldn’t help the smile that formed on her lips once hearing the loud chatter and music coming from down the hallway. With her flight the next day being at 3:00pm… she knew having “a little” fun wouldn’t hurt.

After banging on the apartment door for what felt like ages… the door finally opened.

“She’s baaaaack!” Devil girl Desiree shouted, alerting all of the other girls before pulling Ahsha in for a tight hug. Cheers and screams instantly filled the lavish apartment as everyone began rushing over to their former captain.

“Hey ladies! I’ve missed you all so much!” Ahsha laughed, trying to hug each and every one of the girls until…

“Excuse me. Scuse me y’all! Best friend coming through!” The familiar voice of her no-filter having bestie sounded. “Jordan! If you don’t get out of my way!” Kyle’s piercing blue eyes bore right into the devil girl, causing her to nervously step aside. The feisty blonde haired beauty was now finally face to face with her mocha skinned sister.

The two best friends smirked at one another, before immediately squeezing each other for dear life! All of the other Devil Girls watched on in awe as they watched the beautiful reunion take place. It was emotional in the best way possible, and Ahsha felt so loved!

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The ladies wasted no time getting Ahsha settled in. Kyle being Kyle, instantly yanked off her trench coat revealing her svelte dancers body in a sexy black lace lingerie set – finished off with a sexy garter belt & thigh high stockings.

“Oh carebear… now I see why you haven’t been back in LA for months!” Kyle winked as she lightly smacked her ass, causing the other girls to laugh.

“You girls are still as nasty as ever. I see nothing’s changed!” Ahsha shyly expressed, laughing to herself once again as she approached the settee. It was clear the girls had already started drinking without her.

“Okay, okay… so where were we?” Devil Girl Romy eagerly continued.

“Pablo! Please make Ahsha a “Sex on the Beach” … extra sexy!” Kyle called out to the shirtless bartender she had hired for the night, receiving a nod and a smile in return. “I’ll tell you about Pablo and I later…” Kyle whispered in Ahsha’s ear.

“Right. So then John got down on one knee… and finally proposed! I couldn’t believe it. You know I had to give him that werk after that! All. Night. Long. He couldn’t stop saying my name.” Devil Girl Payton flashed her ring, before twerking on the sofa.

“That’s exactly why he put a ring on it girl!” Charlie chimed in, laughing uncontrollably.

“Wait… wait. You got engaged Payton?” Ahsha immediately scooted forward in complete shock. Had she been away that long

“Yes, Ahsh! I’m gonna be joining the club soon girl.” Payton continued, still excited as ever.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so happy for you Pay! Yes, girl.” Ahsha replied as she quickly walked over to hug her former teammate.

“Ugh! You guys are so lucky. I wish Jason would hurry up and propose.” Devil Girl Dominique sadly mused to herself, before taking back a shot.

“Sorry Dom, but Jason is whack. You know that! He’s not the type to commit.” Stephanie spoke as she rubbed Dominique’s back.

“Hmm… you’re right! At least he’s good for one thing though!” Dominique grinned to herself, as she reached for yet another shot.

“I think she’s drunk…” Billie whispered to Mary Beth, causing the both of them to giggle.

“And what’s that?” Jordan urged. Her eyes widening.

Dominique remained silent as she let her actions speak for itself. Before the shot glass reached her lips… she extended her tongue and briefly licked the rim, before taking back her shot once again – causing all the girls to fall out!

“Oooh you nasty!” Payton teased.

“Yes, and your nasty butt can take that shot glass home with you!” Kyle called out, causing everyone to burst out laughing once again. Ahsha on the other hand was trying so hard to remain inconspicuous, so that the attention wouldn’t be turned to her.

“Your drink Mrs. Roman. Enjoy.” Pablo spoke as he served Ahsha her cocktail, only bringing all of the attention over to her.

“Ahsha… you’ve been extremely quiet for someone who’s married to a chocolate God.” Devil Girl Romy spoke with a grin, before sipping on her own cocktail.

“Right!” A few of the other girls said in unison, still completely on a high

“Well carebear?” Kyle urged, nudging her best friend… earning a glare from her.

“Well what?” Ahsha sipped her drink innocently. “Derek is a great lover. The end.”

“Boooo! You can do better than that.” Charlie called out

“Ohhh come on, Ahsha!” Romy spoke. “You married former ladies’ man… Derek “The Roman Emperor” Roman! Now there’s a reason why women flocked to him like butterflies to a candle, or however that saying goes.” She continued.

“I know that’s right.” Dominique encouraged.

Ahsha couldn’t drink her cocktail fast enough. Feeling all eyes on her… she knew she just had to let her hair down, and have fun. After all, she had nothing to hide from these girls since they were all like sisters to her. Besides, they were right! She was married to… Derek Roman! The Sex God himself. The walking chocolate Adonis. Therefore, if it were details they wanted… details they were going to get. However, Ahsha needed more than just a measly cocktail to pump her up.

It was going to be a very long night, indeed.

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1 Tequila, 2 Tequila, 3 Tequila, FLOOR!

It was fair to say that the Devil Girls were officially… Drunk! It was well into the hours of midnight, yet the sex talk was still in full swing.

“His dick was just too big! I’m sorry.” Devil Girl Mary Beth faked gagged.

“Poor little Tink, Tink. You won’t be saying in the next few years.” Stephanie side eyed.

“There’s no such thing as too big. Me personally… I prefer them thick!” Romy added.

“Mmm… I know Ahsha can relate!” Kyle turned over to look at her bestie who was now grinning to herself.

“Mary Beth… when the time is right, you won’t have any complaints. It took me a while before I was finally blessed with a well-endowed man. Now I can’t get enough of it!” Ahsha stuck her tongue out, moving from side to side.

“I know that’s right, Ahsha!” Payton high-fived. They both hysterically laughed.

“I seriously don’t know how y’all do it.” Mary Beth shook her head.

“I mean… did he even get you off before sticking it in?” Billie asked.

“No. We kissed for a bit, and bam.”

“Whaaaat!” The girls exclaimed in shock.

“See now… Derek could never, and would never do that to me. Even during our first time, he wouldn’t leave a single part of me alone. I literally had to beg him to stop at one point.” Ahsha explained, whilst pouring herself another drink.

“Details girl. Detaaails!” Dominique sat in closer.

“He went down on me for like 20 minutes. I was ready to marry him for his tongue game alone.” Ahsha proudly spoke, biting her lip. The Dutch courage was hella real.

All of the girls gasped, then cheered on.

“I need a Derek Roman in my life.” Romy chimed in.

“Pablo could stand to learn a little something something from D-Ro!” Kyle spoke looking over to her new fling who was now passed out by the mini bar. “Hmm… I wonder what Beau’s doing?” She pondered.

“Hey hey, there’s only one Derek Roman ladies! And I was lucky enough to grab him.” Ahsha began to grind on the sofa, as her raspy laugh filled the room.

“Sorry Ahsh, but I must ask…” Dominique started before taking a shot. “How on earth did you ever go back to German, after experiencing sex with Derek “Fine Ass” Roman?”

Kyle’s eye shot wide open! For once she wasn’t the brash one. The room fell silent. None of the girls knew how Ahsha would react to such a question, until she responded.

“Girl… I have not a damn clue. Lord knows I was ready to have all of Derek’s babies the first time he put it on me so good. Thank God for sense and growth!” Ahsha admitted, before sighing in relief.

“To sense & growth!” Payton held up her cocktail glass. “To sense & growth!” The Devil Girls repeated in laughter.

“And good dick!” Kyle added, clinking glasses with her bestie as they laughed even harder.

All of the ladies continued to drink and talk amongst themselves. The night had been a right laugh, and more than Ahsha could’ve asked for. As she listened in on Kyle’s sexcapade in Tijuana… she felt her phone vibrate. God must’ve been answering her prayers, because receiving a facetime call from none other than the Roman Emperor himself at this time, was a very dangerous thing. With all of the sex talk going on through the night, Ahsha was definitely missing her husband… in more ways than one!

Wasting no time, she quietly snuck off to Kyle’s guest room and answered the call… only to see her man shirtless in bed. Great!

“Hey beautiful…” He smirked.

“Hey Roman…” She sang, biting her lip as she sat on the bed. Derek instantly knew Ahsha was turned on.

“Who you out here looking all sexy for?” His brows furrowed, noticing the piece of lingerie she had on.

“I am married to Derek Roman… I can’t be out here looking a hot ass mess. Besides, you see how you just called me out of the blue? I have to stay ready, baby.” She sassily replied, flicking her long locks. Those Tequila shots were definitely adding some more fuel to her fire. Mrs. Roman was feeling herself, extra hard this night.

“Touché.” Came his smug response, as he grinned before questioning once again… “So, you been behaving yourself?”

“Of course. Why’d you ask?” She guiltily giggled.

“You tell me? I know Kyle is always up to no good. Trying to get my wife into trouble.” He laughed, shaking his head.

“Boy please. We’re just having a girl’s night in… that’s all.” Damn he looks sexy as hell. She thought to herself as her eyes landed on his bare chest.

“Oh that’s all huh? So why you so giddy? You been talking about me?” He smirks once again.

“Ugh.” She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Not everything is about you Derek.”

“Mmmhmm. I know y'all been gossiping. Sharing stories and what not. All I know is… you better not have said anything about how I be laying down this pipe!” He jokingly warned, laughing to himself once again… only to hear dead silence from his wife, who was now looking away.

“Hold up…”

“Derek…”

“Ahsha… please tell me you didn’t really say anything?”

“Babe… I… I just…” She tried to explain before getting cut off.

“Damn Ahsha! You already know these girls stay thirsting over me, even more so now that I’m a happily married man. Now you sharing details on how we fuck? Do you realise what this could cause?”

“But baby…”

“No Ahsha. These chicks do not give a damn if I’m married or not… they still want me. You sharing details on our sex life only gives them more reason to try and mess us up!”

“Derek… it’s just Kyle, a few of the other Devil girls & myself. I’ve known them for years now. I wouldn’t share such information if I didn’t trust them. Baby you know that.”

“Still Ahsha… you know news travels fast.”

“Oh please don’t try and act like you haven’t said anything about our sex life to your boys.” She mocked in his voice.

"That’s different, Ahsh.” He nonchalantly replied.

“Excuse me?” She was starting to get irritated now.

“It doesn’t matter what I tell those fools, because they know you’re off limits. I don’t play when it comes to you, and they know that. I’ve made it very clear.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Ahsha…”

“So you can share all the details on how we get down with your boys, but I so much as utter a word to my girls… and its world war III? Are you fucking kidding me, Derek?” Her eyes narrowed in on his. Derek could’ve sworn Ahsha was now in the hotel room with him.

“Babe calm down. I’m just saying… women can be dangerous. The same ones laughing in your face, are the same ones plotting on trying to take your man.”

“And you don’t think I don’t know that? First of all, I haven’t got a damn thing to worry about if my husband only has eyes for me. Now do I have anything to worry about Derek?”

“Of course not Ahsh but…”

“Second of all… these girls wouldn’t want to try me even on my best day. I don’t play about my man. They can lust, look or do whatever the hell they want… so long as they don’t touch you! I’m good. Understood?”

Derek was taken back by the instant snap in Ahsha. Something about the way she said “my man” with such conviction and anger… turned him all the way on. He loved whenever his wife took charge. But most of all, he loved whenever his wife would claim him for herself.

“Aight. Understood.” He chuckled to himself.

“Oh so now I’m funny, Derek?” She replied, slightly raising her voice.

“No, no. I just love when you get like this. You know… all worked up.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Too bad I’m not over there to calm that ass down.”

“Please. It’s just like you to get me riled up, only to try and relax me. I am not here for your double standards Derek! If I want to talk about how good you fuck me… I will!” She firmly spoke.

“Oh, so that’s what you told the girls?” Things just got a whole lot more interesting.

“Actually no. I told them that your tongue game had me ready to have all your babies, the first time we fucked on your Ferrari… but that’s not the point!” She exclaimed, only causing Derek to laugh out loud whilst shaking his head. It was fair to say that Ahsha was most definitely tipsy. And sure, he was not expecting to hear that his wife had shared such info with the girls - however, he’d be lying if he said hearing that his sex game was good, wasn’t a boost to his male ego.

“Just how many drinks have you had baby?” He asked trying ever so hard to hold in his laughter.

"5, 7… and I could still go on! Wanna know why?”

He sighs surrendering. “Why, babe?”

“Because I am a grown ass woman, that is very happy & madly in love with her fine ass husband who's not here right now. So please forgive me for sharing some sexy stories with my girls, because I am missing him.” She ended feeling herself getting hotter by the minute. Arguing over facetime with Derek was not the plan, however the back and forth was definitely doing something to her.

Derek on the other hand, honestly didn’t know whether to be extremely turned on or to die of laughter. Whenever Ahsha drank, she turned into a little fireball without any filter. She held nothing back. This was exactly why he didn’t want her going to any clubs, aside from all of the guys lusting over her.

“Well your man misses you too, but I’m gonna need you to slow down on the drinks now babe.”

“You’re not here right now, therefore I can do whatever I want…” She challenged back.

“Oh yeah?” He raised his brow.

“That’s right.”

“Hmm… well since I’m not there right now, looks like I’m gonna have to take care of this myself then, huh?” And with that said, Derek slowly panned his iPhone down his body until stopping at the very place Ahsha was missing – only to reveal the rock hard bulge, now standing to attention in his boxers.

Ahsha’s was in a complete trance. All she could do in response was bite down on her lip, whilst squeezing her thighs tightly shut. Derek not being physically around, especially right now… was enough to make her cry. She was beyond horny!

“Oh, so now you’re speechless?” He replied, slowly rubbing on himself. Derek knew exactly what he was trying to do to his wife.

“Say something baby?” He cooed once again, now bringing the camera back to his face. However, Ahsha was still in a trance… now feeling herself getting extremely wet.

“You don’t understand how badly… I want to feel you right now, baby.” She purred, only getting Derek more excited.

“Mmm…” He closed his eyes imagining exactly what his wife would be doing. “Keep going, beautiful.” Came his simple reply as he placed his hand inside of his boxers. Were they really about to have sex over facetime?

“Derek… I can’t do this over facetime. I need you here with me right now!” Ahsha whined in frustration. There was nothing more painful than wanting something, you know you couldn’t have right at that moment.

“Well until tomorrow… this is all we have, baby. So come on… tell Daddy what you want him to do?” Derek coerced now biting on his lip too. How could this man get her so hot and bothered, without even physically being there? She thought to herself.

“Okay, okay… but we have to make it quick before the girls catch us!” A naughty grin appeared on her face.

“I got you.” He crooned.

“Mmm… I wish I could kiss on those lips right now, baby.”

“You and me both. Just wait on tomorrow. I’ll be kissing on both sets of lips when we get home.” He shot back, only driving his wife crazier.

“Mmm… maybe you can do me, whilst I do you.”

“Shit, Ahsha... you know I could eat you right now.” He hungrily licked his lips, only causing Ahsha to groan. “You gonna sit on Daddy’s face when I get home?”

“Ugh! Yes, baby.” She could only close her eyes as she imagined her man running his tongue all over her womanhood. “Let me see him…” Ahsha softly demanded, slowly reaching down on herself. She just couldn’t take it anymore. And just like that, her husband pulled out his thick dick and continued to rub on himself.

“You like what you see, Ahsha?” His dark pools stayed focused on hers, before he brought the camera right back down, giving his wife the most tempting view.

“You know I love it!” She shot back, intensely staring at her man’s thick stick.

“I can’t wait to feel that tight pussy slide down on this!”

“Ugh! Me either baby…” She tried to suppress her moan.

“I miss how good you feel, Ahsha.” He groaned as his strokes grew more intense.

“Not as much as I miss you inside of me.”

At this point… the newlyweds were both playing with themselves, and felt no way about it. They were madly in love. They were extremely connected. And… they were extremely horny!

“Tell me how you’re going to fuck me Derek!” Ahsha just couldn’t control the fire burning inside of her now. She had never been one for phone sex, let alone doing it via facetime. However, Derek just made her feel like the most sexiest woman on earth. She couldn’t get enough of her man no matter what – and the fact that things came so naturally for the both of them, only made her more comfortable.

“Shit… any way you want me to baby. Nice & Slow. Fast & Rough. Your pick?”

“Fuck! I’ll take both, Daddy.”

“Hell yeah you will.” He growled. “Show me that pretty thing, baby!” Derek wouldn’t normally ask for such a thing of his wife, as he knew how she felt about these kind of things. But the thirst was too damn real right now. After spending months together, 4 days simply felt like 4 weeks. He missed his wife.

“Derek…” She weakly spoke, still feeling on herself as she watched him go even harder.

“Show me…” He deeply whispered, only sending chills down her spine. How could she deny her King of anything, especially after all that he had done for her? Fuck it. Ahsha thought to herself, before slowly revealing exactly what her man was making her do.

“Fuck, Ahsha.” He groaned as his eyes stayed fixated on the screen. “Mmm… keep rubbing on it like Daddy would.”

“Ugh!” Ahsha whimpered, as her breathing intensified.

They were now both going at it hard. The simple thought of doing these nasty things to one another, simply brought them both on edge. However just the sight of their love making over facetime… spurred on their releases.

“Shit! I’m going to cum Derek…” Ahsha cried out feeling her juices starting to release, as she weakly kept her eyes on her man’s throbbing dick.

“That’s it baby…” He encouraged stroking himself vigorously. “Just like you would all over this dick.”

“Shiiit… yes, baby!” She jerked, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

“Fuuuck, Ahsha!” He yelled, and just like that… his seed spilled all over his manhood. Slowly running down.

Only deep breaths and pants could be heard on both their ends. Did they really just do that?

“Damn Mrs. Roman! Look at what you made me do?” He breathlessly chuckled.

“Mmm…” Ahsha weakly uttered. “Too bad I can’t clean that up for you…” She grinned, still trying to catch her breath.

“Here you go!” The player teased, before yawning. “Hmm… I better go. We both need to save some energy for tomorrow.” He winked, only causing his wife to get turned on again.

“Okay baby. I need my beauty sleep, anyway.”

“You’re always beautiful to me.”

“Ugh, you better go before you get me started again.”

“Haha, okay. I love you Mrs. Roman, see you tomorrow.”

“I love you more, Mr. Roman. And congratulations on your big win baby!” Her eyes twinkled, feeling herself getting shy.

Could his wife get any better? Derek thought to himself. “I’ll always win for you, my Queen. Thank you.” His sweet words never failed to make her blush.

And just like that, the two lovers both kissed at their screens a few times, before finally ending their call. Tomorrow needed to come faster!

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Finally getting herself together, Ahsha quietly left Kyle’s guest room – tip toeing back into the living room, only to find most of the girls completely passed out. Thank God. Ahsha silently prayed, until Kyle came from behind the kitchen counter.

“Now just where in the hell did you disappear to, carebear?” Looking her up and down.

“I um… I had to make a call, but then I fell asleep.” She nervously smiled.

Kyle’s eyes narrowed in on hers, trying to analyse her best friend’s expression… before finally speaking.

“You fell asleep?” She took a swig of her drink. “Right.” She replied, winking at her best friend knowing exactly what “making a call” meant.

Oh what a night it was.

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After freshening up and sharing her final goodbyes with the girls, Kyle and her parents… Ahsha finally made her way back to LAX – ready to fly back to Miami and be reunited with her boo. Derek would be hitting MIA way before she would, as it only took a few hours to fly there from New York than it did to fly from LA.

Eventually boarding the plane, Ahsha could only cast her back to the naughty things her and her husband got up to. Never in a million years did Ahsha ever think she’d indulge in such activities, however she just couldn’t help herself the moment Derek walked into her life, and changed it for the better. Her insane attraction to him only made her want to do the unthinkable… however it was all of the good loving he had blessed her with, that truly brought out the inner freak in her.

LA had definitely been good to her, and she knew this wouldn’t be the last time visiting her loved ones… especially if that meant facetiming with her husband, once again.

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Now back in Miami, Ahsha couldn’t punch in the security code fast enough. Finally, through the gates of their luxurious condo… her hands trembled in anticipation, as she passed her keys through the door.

“Baby… I’m home!” Ahsha excitedly called, stumbling through the door with her bags. However, there was no sign of her husband.

“Derek!” She yelled. “Are you…” Ahsha was about to continue, before she heard the sounds of some soft sensual music playing throughout the house. Uh uh… Derek couldn’t have set all of this up? He just had an away game? Ahsha thought to herself in complete shock.

“Welcome home, baby…” A deep voice cooed from behind, before wrapping large arms around her tiny waist. Ahsha could on close her eyes and tilt her head back against his chest in response. She didn’t even have to look back to know it was her husband.

“I’ve missed you… so fucking much.” He nuzzled into her neck, placing languid kisses on it.

“Mmm, I’ve missed you more baby.”

They stayed in their tight embrace a little longer as they rocked back and forth.

“You should be relaxing, Derek. After that big game you had… I was planning on giving you a massage.” She explained, reaching her hand around to rub the back of his head.

“You can rub me down later.” He replied, kissing on her raised hand. “But for now, I need you to join me upstairs. I’ve run us a hot bath.”

“Ugh… how did I get so lucky, Mr. Roman?”

“Shit, I should be asking you and God that? Lord knows I was a hot ass mess before.” They both laughed. “Now get that fine ass upstairs.” He continued smacking her ass, before letting go of her as she walked ahead. Derek followed behind carrying her bags up the stairs.

“Wait babe, let me carry the hand lug…” Ahsha turned her head slightly, stopping mid-sentence as she noticed her man was butt ass naked the entire time!

“Like what you see?” He smugly teased. “I told you that ass would be mine, when I got home. Now hurry up those stairs and go match your husband!”

And without another peep… Ahsha charged up the stairs, causing Derek to laugh out loud.

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Derek was now settled in the warm bathtub, staring at the beautiful view of Miami before him. He was honestly content with life, and couldn’t ask for anything better. His heart was full, and so were his pockets. He was truly blessed.

Caught up in his thoughts… he failed to hear his wife walk in.

“Sleeping already?” Came her soft voice.

“No, I was just thinking…” He replied, opening his eyes to face the beauty that stood before him. The player immediately went silent as he took in his wife’s nakedness. “Damn.” Was all he could say, as he soaked up every inch of her. Ahsha simply smiled, before walking over to the bathtub.

With help from her husband, she finally settled in.

“This is beautiful, Derek. Thank you.” She sweetly spoke, resting her head against his bare chest.

“You’re welcome, Ahsha.” He simply replied, before grabbing her chin and turning her face to his.

The two lovers wasted no time and instantly began to make out. Their kiss went from 0-100 in just a few seconds. Their hungry mouths greedily attacked one another’s lips, as their tongues intertwined fiercly. Ahsha managed to turn her entire body towards Derek’s without breaking their kiss. She effortlessly straddled his waist, already feeling the one thing she’s craved bumping against her waiting center. And with one hand now kneeding into her messy bun, the player used his free hand to reach down in the water and grab his aching dick.

So in tune with her soulmate, Ahsha simply raised herself up and slowly sank down on the thick piece of muscle.

“Ughhh…” The husband & wife both groaned out in the utmost pleasure.

Whether it be, Miami or Los Angeles… Home was truly where the heart was.

One of the 4 & a ½ bathrooms they created Derek Jr. in. Lmao.

*Thank you all for reading this story. I really appreciate all the love, support and patience you’ve all shown me. More stories to come... just bare with me as I am now a working woman lol. Much love, and don’t forget to REBLOG, COMMENT & GO OFF! Haha. Love Dom*

#Derek Roman #Ahsha Roman #Dersha #Hit The Floor #Dershaship #Derek and Ahsha #fan fiction #fan fic #alternate universe #love #marriage #black love #Miami #Los Angeles #vh1

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domxcorleone · 8 years ago

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This just screams Mr & Mrs. Roman to me. Anyone else in their Dersha feels? #MrAndMrsRomanIsInEffect 🙏💑❤️💍

Photo Cred: @BallinCribs

#Dersha #Dershaship #Hit The Floor #Wedding #vh1 #I can see them christening this place... MULTIPLE TIMES!#Can we see the rest of Derek's bedroom now? Thanks!

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Derek & Ahsha FANFIC Series: The Reality Check (Part 5 - FINAL CHAPTER)

*Authors Note: Alas! Chapter 5 is now here… yes I’m relieved too lol. The final chapter took a very long time for me to finish for several reasons. I wasn’t going to continue with this series, but I’m glad I did. Thank you to everyone that not only encouraged me, but always showed support - I appreciate it more than you know. Catch up on the series so far by reading: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 & Part 4. A night of passion is always great, however does this necessarily mean things are fixed? Especially with the day of German’s sentence finally arriving. Hope you guys enjoy the fifth chapter of my first mini series. Make sure to let me know your thoughts. WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT INCLUDED (AND MOST LIKELY SOME TYPOS - I’M TIRED)* All characters belong to James LaRosa & VH1.

Sloane calling his phone was one thing, but to call repeatedly at such a time made him slightly worried. Before Derek could return the call, his phone was already vibrating.

“Sloane?” He quietly answered.

“Derek! I can’t get through to Ahsha! She… she’s not answering her phone. I’ve tried calling b…”

“Sl… Sloane… Ahsha’s okay. She’s with me right now.” He tried to reassure the frantic mother.

“Then why didn’t either of you pick up? I called several times.”

“I think Ahsha must’ve left her phone in her car. Plus with the storm and everything… things got pretty hectic. I apologize though Sloane. I can’t imagine…”

“There’s no need to apologize Derek. I’m just glad to hear that you’re both safe.”

Deeply touched by her concern, the player paused for a brief second. Ahsha was lucky to have such a caring mother like Sloane. And if he were being completely honest… a part of him was truly happy to have her back in his life once again also.

“Derek… is something wrong?” The matriarch questioned in concern, interrupting his thoughts.

“No… everything’s fine. Are you… okay?” He shyly replied.

“Well I am now. I’m with Pete, stuck in his office. We’ll be heading home soon now that the storm is over. I’ll call Ahsha again in the morning, you should get some sleep.”

“Okay Sloane. I’ll let her know that you called once she wakes up. Take care.”

“I appreciate that Derek, you too. And just one more thing before I go…”

Derek nervously raised his eyebrows as he waited for her to speak. Why did he always get so nervous whenever it came to Sloane? The usually very confident player mused to himself.

“Please take care of my daughter Derek.” Sloane simply added in the most sincerest way.

Nothing more needed to be said on her part. She trusted the player knew exactly what she meant. And after taking a few seconds to let the loving mother’s request sink in… Derek looked down at Ahsha who was still fast asleep against his chest, before responding.

“I will do just that Sloane. I promise.” Came his short but very genuine reply. The phone call ended with Sloane feeling completely content. She knew Derek was the right man for Ahsha, and would do everything in his power to be there for her in which truly warmed her heart.

The player carefully placed his phone back on the side table before finally closing his eyes.

“Who were you talking to?” Ahsha whispered, slightly coming out of her deep slumber.

“Your mom. She couldn’t get through to your phone and was a little worried, but it’s fine. Told her you’re with me.” Derek replied as he softly massaged her scalp. The languid movement of his fingertips were sending the already half asleep dancer back into a sedated state.

“Okay.” She mumbled against his chest before fully positioning herself onto the player’s bare body.

“Aren’t you… tired?” Slightly confused by her action, Derek raised his brow.

“Just hold me.” Ahsha simply said.

Just hold me. Derek repeated to himself as he gently rubbed up and down her back whilst his other hand continued to caress her scalp. Such a simple request held so much promise. Words could not describe how badly moments like this with the love of his life were missed… and the feeling was very mutual.

A few seconds went by before Ahsha propped her head up to get a better look at her man. The two lovers looked deeply into one another’s eyes… eventually sharing a soft kiss.

“I love you.” She quietly uttered against his lips one final time, before placing her head back down on his chest.

Nuzzling into her hair… Derek expressed the same words. “I love you.”

The two lovers finally dozed off. Their bare bodies fit perfectly against one another’s.

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The morning after the storm left the Californian weather quite dreary. No rays of sunshine beaming through the windows, but that did not reflect the mood going on within the Roman residence.

What some may call a rude awakening… others may call a great way to start the day. The feeling of Derek’s “morning wood” pressing against her lower stomach, caused Ahsha to come out of her sleep.

Like a cat that just got the cream… she placed soft kisses against his chest before saying… “someone’s happy to see me”, causing the player to smirk. “It’s just morning wood.” Came his reply, eyes still closed.

“Hmm… I guess some things don’t change after all.” Ahsha smartly retorted as she began to nuzzle into the player’s chest once again.

“Well… I guess that also includes your “good things should never go to waste rule” then too huh?” The two lovers instantly locked eyes. Between the suggestive look on Derek’s face, his hardened piece still pressing against her and his large hands now caressing her bare cheeks… Ahsha couldn’t help what was about to happen next.

“Exactly.” She coyly added before slowly guiding his thick member into her slick opening, eyes still on his. Derek could only bite down on his own lips, as he watched his woman sink down on his length whilst letting out a deep moan. The site of his sex disappearing into her sweet treasure, was enough to have him surrender. But it wasn’t until the sheer pleasure of their intimate connection caused their animalistic instincts to instantly take over.

The player watched as the top half of Ahsha’s body elegantly fell back, whilst she placed both hands just above his ankles. Thank God for her flexibility. Seeing her in such a tantalizing position sent his male ego into overdrive. “How’s he feel baby?” He crooned, placing one hand on her waist as he began to slowly slide in and out of her warmth. Eyes rolled back, sounds of her stifled groans… Ahsha was in her own little world, completely high off of her man. However, that wasn’t enough for Derek. He used his free hand to rub on her moist bud causing her to jolt.

“Fff-uck! De…rek!” She whined, biting her lip once again.

“Answer me…”

“Y-you know you… always feel good… daddy.” Daddy? Ahsha swore she’d never be the type of girl to call any man such a word during sex, but Derek wasn’t just any man. The way he was working her body, made her want to say more than just “Daddy”. So many other obscenities crossed her mind as Derek watched on, completely mesmerized by the sight of her breasts bouncing as she tried to match his rhythm.

“Daddy? Mmm…” Came his response as he propped himself up to her level. “I like it.” He whispered against her lips, before pulling at the bottom one with his teeth whilst still pumping into her slick opening. Loud sounds of their intimate connection filled the room, along with the muffled moans caused from the intense kiss they shared. Needing more of her, the player abruptly broke the kiss and began to turn his attention to her starving breasts. Thank God Jeeves was off that day as the way Ahsha cried out once Derek sucked and tugged at her nipples, whilst still grinding in and out of her… definitely wouldn’t have gone unnoticed. Bedsheets scattered, pillows on the floor, mattress hanging off the bedframe, sweat glistening all over their bodies… they were savages!

What a way to start the day, indeed.

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After their morning ritual and finally getting themselves freshened up… Derek walked in on his lady love making breakfast.

He simply stood by the door, admiring every curve in her petite frame. His shirt never looked so good. It didn’t take long before he began to remember the times where he’d give anything just to wake up to see her in his shirt, let alone in the kitchen. Caught up in his thoughts once again, he failed to notice his woman’s words.

“So… you just gonna stand there and gawk at me all day, or actually get something to eat? Creep.” She teased, slightly turning her head to his direction with the naughtiest look on her face… still whisking the eggs.

“Ha! You got jokes. What damage is your non-cooking ass doing in my kitchen?” He shot back laughing, as he slowly made his way towards her. However, Ahsha stopped whisking and gave him her best “unimpressed” face… only causing him to laugh even harder.

Before she could even resist, he tightly wrapped his arms around her tiny waist like a vice… pushing their bodies closer together. Ugh! Why must he do this to me? She thought to herself as she melted against him, the familiar tingling sensation returning between her legs for the second time that morning.

They both slowly rocked back and forth, simply enjoying the presence of one another. It was picture perfect. Ahsha in one of his old college t-shirts with her hair tied up in a messy bun, and Derek in his Devil shorts. Between a few kisses & caresses… Derek scanned the counter to see just what his girl had prepared.

“I see you’re making yourself at home already baby. Thank God for morning wood.” He chuckled to himself before quickly grabbing a piece of turkey bacon.

“Hey!” She playfully exclaimed, smacking his hand. “Just be happy that lumpy pancakes, eggs & bacon are the only things I can just about get right.”

“Mmm… that’s not the only thing you can get.” Derek hummed in her ear, running his hands up and down her sides & thighs… causing the shirt to rise.

“I…I said things I can just about… get right!”

“Same thing.”

“Derek…” She whined. The man was not letting up. As if they couldn’t keep their hands off each other before… things were even worse now. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder… and hornier.

“Huh?”

As good as it felt to have him rubbing on her… and it felt good! Ahsha knew it was time to get serious. They were on such a high that she really didn’t want to kill the mood, but… she just needed some clarity on a few things.

“About making myself at home… I need to be clear on where we stand right now Derek.” The concern in her voice, didn’t stop the player from continuing his sweet torture.

“I thought last night did that?” He replied, nuzzling into her neck.

“We had sex Derek. And did so again this morning, but…”

The players grip around her waist finally loosened. “But what?” He stepped back, sounding a little agitated now – causing Ahsha to nervously lick her lips, as she turned to face him

“I need to know that our emotions didn’t just get the better of us. I came here last night for a reason… to let you know that I still love you and want you in my life.” Her voice began to crack.

Derek gently grabbed both sides of her face and simply said… “First of all, we made love. Or am I wrong in thinking that?”

“No, no… you’re not wrong!”

“Well then… my emotions definitely didn’t get the better of me last night. I meant what I said, and reinforced that through the love we made. I love you Ahsha, and I want us to work.” He sweetly continued, causing her heart to swell. However, as reassuring as his words were… she needed to get just one more thing off of her chest.

“In that case… I think moving in with you right now will be a little too soon. Don’t you think? I mean… it’s been a while, Derek.” The dancer countered, looking down. Just yesterday… he rejected her in the same kitchen she was now cooking the both of them breakfast in – as he should’ve. Just yesterday they were at each other’s throats, and now they were all she could ever dream of. Moving in too soon could jeopardize that, and she didn’t want to risk losing him again. Not again. Not ever.

“Which is why we don’t need to waste any more time apart, Ahsha. Life is too damn short. You can stay in the guest room if you want or if we fight… but I am not spending another day without you. I refuse to live without you again.” He passionately urged. His words alone simply bringing tears to her eyes. All doubts in her mind were now a thing of the past. She wanted him, and her wanted her. That was it.

He lowered his lips to hers, and just as they were about to kiss she quickly added… “I can only trust my heart, and it’s yours. It’s always been yours.”

“We’re in this for the long run. Always.” And just like that… the two lovers sealed their commitment to one another with a searing kiss.

“Now, fix me my plate woman!” Derek broke their kiss, smacking her ass in the process. “That’s payback for yesterday.”

Ahsha squealed, then pouted at the memory of actually putting hands on her man during their argument… before they both broke out in laughter.

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As they finished up their breakfast, Derek suggested that they stop by Sloane’s place to get some more clothes for Ahsha to wear. He didn’t even bother mentioning a shopping spree to her, as he knew how she would get… though he’d plan on spoiling her rotten regardless.

“Good idea babe… I was just about to call her.”

“I prefer “Daddy”.” He teased, causing her to almost choke on her juice. Hysterically laughing he began to pat her back… “Sorry beautiful.”

“I’ve got your “Daddy!”” Ahsha mocked, harshly grabbing Derek’s dick causing him to gasp and jolt at the same time. Before he could even retaliate… Ahsha was already on the phone to her mother, trying to supress her amusement.

“Hey mom…”

“Ahsha! Oh, it sounds so good to hear your voice. How are you sweetie?”

“I’m fine mom. It’s good to hear your voice too. Derek told me you called yesterday?”

“Yeah… Like 50 times. Thank God he finally picked up. I was about to send out a search party for you.”

“Seriously mom…” Ahsha playfully rolled her eyes.

“I’m serious Ahsha. I was worried sick! You weren’t answering your phone. You could have at least called when you arrived at Derek’s place, honey. It was dangerous out there.”

“I’m sorry mom.” Ahsha was actually starting to feel bad. “That was wrong of me, especially with the storm and all. I was just so caught up with…” she continued as she looked over at Derek who was busy watching the sports news.

“I understand Ahsha.” Sloane’s motherly instincts instantly kicked in. She knew how badly things ended between the two lovebirds, and was fully aware of how intense their reunion would’ve been.

“I’m just happy that you’re okay now. The both of you.”

“I am too.” Ahsha sweetly replied, gently rubbing Derek’s neck. Both mother and daughter smiled over the phone. Certain things did not need to be said.

“So… I was going to stop by a little later to get a few things...”

“That’s no problem sweetie, but about stopping by… I was thinking that maybe you and Derek could come over tomorrow also, as it’s the day of Ger… I mean you-know-who’s sentencing. It was Pete’s idea, but I understand if you don’t…”

“No… I think I need to mom. We’ll be there.”

Words could not describe how proud of Ahsha, Sloane was. Not so long ago, she was absolutely distraught over the whole German & Derek fiasco… and now she was not only sounding better, but was open to facing her demon one last time.

After catching up on a few more things, the mother and daughter duo finally ended their call. Ahsha filled Derek in on the news of German’s sentencing, to which he also thought that it’d be a good idea for them to watch with the support of Pete & Sloane.

Still sat on the stools at the kitchen island, the two lovers simply intertwined fingers and admired one another.

Life was starting to make sense once again.

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It was the day of German’s sentencing, and the media coverage was in full swing. Paparazzi were parked right outside of the Superior Court of Los Angeles - Stanley Mosk Courthouse. The trial led by Hon. Robert B. Freedman was set to start in approximately 10 minutes. A total of 3.2 million people were now tuned in to every news station, ready to witness the fate of the assistant coach.

Meanwhile back at Sloane’s place, Pete was sat on the sofa ready to watch things unfold as Sloane paced the living room back and forth…

“Maybe the both of them coming over wasn’t such a good idea…” Sloane began to question herself, placing her hand on her forehead in frustration.

“Sloane… relax. I’m sure Ahsha will be fine, especially with Derek by her side now.” Pete turned his attention to the now overly worked mother.

“Pete… you and I both know how much of a bad shape Ahsha was in, not so long ago. Watching German’s trial may just make her relive some of those painful moments again.” She continued, still pacing the floors before Pete stood up and stopped her dead in her tracks.

“Sloane… a major part of why Ahsha was in such a bad state, was because of Derek not being there. Now that they’ve begun to work things out, I’m pretty sure she will be okay. She has all the support she needs right here.” The Devils Coach calmly reassured, placing both hands on her shoulders.

“I know, I know… but it just broke my heart seeing her like that. I could kill German myself!” She emphasized the last part, narrowing her eyes.

“You and I both!” Pete scoffed in disgust. “But like you told Ahsha once before… he is going to face the consequences of his sick actions, and we all get to witness it. That’s a win in my eyes.” He continued before pulling Sloane right into broad his chest.

“Everything will be alright.” The coach finally said, eyes looking deeply into hers.

“Okay.” She simply uttered, taking a deep breath after.

The old flames held each other for a little while longer, rocking side to side. Pete then placed a gentle kiss on Sloane’s lips, which only spurred on something more passionate. They were so into their lip locking session that they both failed to hear the front door open, followed by voices.

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“I’m serious Derek. My body is off limits here. No “touchy touchy…””

“Pssh… whatever you say girl.” He replied, squeezing her ass in the process as he followed behind.

Both Derek and Ahsha joked around before walking in on Sloane & Pete who were still kissing like no man’s business.

“Oh... come on!” Ahsha whined, throwing her hand up in the air.

“Damn Coach!” Derek chimed in, unable to suppress his laughter.

Completely startled… Pete & Sloane immediately pulled apart, trying to fix themselves up.

“Derek! Ahsha!” Sloane exclaimed. Words could not describe how mortified she was feeling.

“H…Hey guys. Pete nervously spoke. “Ready for the trial?” He tried changing the subject, only earning a “really” look from both women - whilst Derek shook his head still trying to contain himself.

“Look, let’s just get this over with. I’ll pretend I didn’t just walk in on the both of you for the third time now!”

Both Pete & Sloane could only abide with their daughter’s request, as they walked over to the family settee.

“We gotta step our game up. Your parents are giving us a run for our money…” Derek whispered into Ahsha’s ear, as they sat down. The fact that he was finding amusement in all of this, just added to her discomfort. However, she would choose to relive this moment a thousand times if she could - rather than having to deal with why they were really there in the first place.

Silence fell within the living room as Pete changed the channel to the live sentencing. Ahsha began to nervously fiddle with her thumbs, as she bit her lip. Immediately sensing the shift in his girl’s mood, Derek placed his arm around her small frame and held her tight enough to calm her down.

“We don’t have to watch this if you don’t want to babe…”

“No, no… it’s fine Derek.” The dancer spoke, mustering up an almost convincing smile. Derek’s eyes lingered on hers for a few seconds longer, before simply kissing her cheek and turning his attention to the TV.

“Okay guys, we’re all set.” Pete announced taking his seat next to Sloane on the other sofa.

They both looked over at their daughter and nodded in unison, making sure she was okay once again – to which Ahsha nodded back.

It was time.

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Approximately 9.45 PST

“All rise.” The bailiff proceeded. “Department One of the Superior Court is now in session. The honourable Judge Robert B. Freedman presiding.” Everyone in the courtroom stood to their feet, as the Judge arrived.

“You may be seated.” Spoke the Judge.

“Calling the case of The State of California vs. German Vega, your Honor.” The clerk added.

“Thank you. Are both sides ready?”

“Ready for the State, Your Honor.” The prosecutor spoke.

“Ready for the defense, Your Honor.” German’s lawyer added.

After the opening statements were read by both parties, the attorneys proceeded with calling witnesses to the stand and showing a few exhibits. During this entire time, German was sat down looking like a shell of himself. The former assistant coach to the Devil’s looked absolutely petrified as he knew his time to face his new fate was nearing.

Sloane, Pete & Derek all watched on completely fixated on the trial at hand. Ahsha however, was not. She felt sick. She tried to muster up all of the strength she had… but could feel the pent up anger & regret resurfacing. Just seeing German’s face on the screen made her want to lash out, yet still apart of her felt sorry for him.

It was now 11.45 PST and time for the Judge to finally make a decision.

“You’ve pled guilty to manslaughter. Before I sentence you, do you have anything to say on your own behalf?” Judge Freedman asked. The 52-year-old man was not one to mess with. His stern voice, unreadable facial expression, greying hair & dark eyes – only added to his earnest demeanour.

“I went there to talk to Olivia.” German expressed. “It got heated. I never meant for what happened, to happen… but it did. Nothing I can say can make it right.” He regretfully continued, before pausing for a brief moment. The former assistant coach looked down as he uttered the words… “What I did… I did for love.” A sinister look began to form on his face. With the camera directly on him, it almost felt as though he knew Ahsha would be watching. His eyes bore right into the camera lens as her continued with his speech. “Love for Ahsha Hayes.”

Sloane’s eyes shot wide open, whilst Pete began to turn red. Neither of them could believe the audacity of German. It was as if he had become a completely different person at the mention of Ahsha’s name – and not in a good way. However, as disgusted as they both were… nothing could match that of how Derek & Ahsha were feeling. The player began to tense up as he clenched his jaws and fists. He began rocking back and forth. How fucking dare he mention Ahsha? How dare he mention the word love, after everything he had put her through! Ahsha on the other hand, tried to control her own feelings towards her deranged ex’s words, in order to focus on her own man.

She gently placed her left hand on the back of his neck, slowly stroking it. “B…baby, calm down. Please.” She whispered into his ear, her voice beginning to crack – tears threatening to leave her eyes. Derek still not taking his eyes off of the screen, instantly grabbed her free hand bringing it to his lips. He couldn’t look at Ahsha right now, because he knew he’d lose it. He heard the crack in her voice and it got him even more worked up. German was not about to get into her head… Not again!

“I’m always going to love her. And I’d do it again if I could.” The former assistant coach finally added, causing loud gasps and whispers to be heard around the courtroom.

“Order in the courtroom!” Judge Freedman exclaimed. “German Vega, in accordance with the laws of California… I sentence you to life without parole in a state facility. It is ordered that the sheriff escort the defendant to such correctional facility, immediately.”

Everyone was rendered speechless with the Judges final decision. Sure, justice had been served… but that still didn’t take away from all the damage that had been done in the process. Pete tightly squeezed Sloane’s hands, whilst Sloane looked over at both Derek & Ahsha who was now silently crying. She wanted nothing more than to hold her baby girl in her arms, but she knew Ahsha was strong and had a great man beside her. Derek pulled Ahsha into his chest and began to reassure her.

“It’s all over now Ahsha. It’s all over. His ass got what he deserved… don’t beat yourself up over this.” The player softly spoke, only causing the dancer to sob even louder. Sloane & Pete’s hearts were breaking at the scene playing right before them, but as parents they knew when to step back. “I know it hurts, but you’ve got me baby. I’ll always protect you. We will always protect you.” He continued, caressing her hair. Ahsha’s emotions were beginning to take a toll on him, but he needed to remain strong for her.

After taking a few moments to regather herself, she finally pulled away from Derek’s chest and placed a kiss on his lips. “Thank you.” she quietly uttered – to which he responded with by pressing his forehead against hers.

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The two lovers continued to cosy up to one another on the sofa, whilst Pete continued to watch on as the police began to escort German to the van. Sloane decided to take this time to use the bathroom.

Paparazzi were everywhere trying to get the final shots of the former Assistant coach to the Los Angeles Devils, before he went away for good.

“Was it worth it, German?” One of the paps shouted out, still trying to get that money shot… only earning a sly smirk from the man himself.

“Hey, that’s enough!” The police officer shouted, pushing the paparazzi out of the way.

As he neared closer to the police van, a familiar face seemed to appear within the bustling crowd…

“Is that Chase?” Pete spoke to himself as his eyes narrowed in on what he thought was his former teammate, until he realized it was in fact his former teammate. “Shit! It is Chase! Chase is in the crowd!” Pete shouted out pointing to the screen, causing Derek & Ahsha to jump apart.

“Oh my gosh!” Ahsha exclaimed.

“I thought he left L.A?” Derek asked in complete shock.

After hearing all the commotion coming from the living room, Sloane quickly rushed in. “What’s with all the fus…” The matriarch spoke before seeing it for herself. She stood in complete shock. All of their eyes were glued onto the TV screen, until they witnessed Chase begin to do the unthinkable.

“No… No!” Sloane spoke in disbelief.

“Chase… NO! Pete shouted.

The former Devil’s player and widower to the late Olivia Vincent, pulled out a gun… causing everyone to scatter.

“You killed my wife!” He called out, pointing his gun towards German’s direction. His deep voice could be heard from miles away, and before German could even realise what was about to happen… the troubled ex-player fired a two shots from his 10mm.

“Noooo!” Ahsha screamed, reaching for Derek once again.

The police immediately tackled Chase to the ground, disarming him in the process… to which he didn’t resist. However, the job was already done.

Laying on the floor in a pool of his own blood was German.

Reality check or not, karma was in fact… a bitch!

*Thank you all for reading part 5 of my mini series: The Reality Check. I hope you have all enjoyed reading this chapter & this series. Thank you all for being so patient once again. Now... this may have been the final chapter, but... AN EPILOGUE is happening for sure - so the wait continues lmao. Remember to let me know what you think. Much love, Dom :)*

#Hit The Floor #Dersha #DershaShip #fan fiction #fan fic #alternate universe #au #mini series #otp #black love #love #drama #vh1

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