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Slam Dunk Chapter 1

Hello everyone! Welcome to the third and final part of the Defense series. I cannot wait for you guys to read this series, you’re in for a crazy ride!

Most of the chapters in this series will be inspired by Banks’ songs, the song inspo is real right now! 

The song that I seeked inspiration from is, Alibi by Banks

Here is the link to the song

I hope you enjoy this first chapter.

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“Mom, can I stay over Dad’s for dinner?” Mackenzie asks Ahsha who just came in from a long day at work at the dance studio. The mom had been working on choreography at her dance studio and was in need of a well deserved nap.

“Yes sweetheart. Where is your brother?”

“He’s hanging out with Daddy. Do you want to speak to him?” The eleven year old has a sly smile on her face as she looks at her great aunt, Katharine.

Ahsha tenses up at the mention of Derek’s presence and she finishes putting the papers into their appropriate files.

“No Ken, it’s okay. I can just talk to him later.”

“Ken, is that your mom?” Derek asks as he strolls into the room with Carter at his side, the two just finished watching basketball.

“Yeah, here dad!” Mackenzie cheers and practically throws the phone into her father’s hands. Derek chuckles at his daughter and shakes his head.

“Thank you, Ken.”

Derek and Ahsha have not spoken to each other in two years and had just finished with the finalization of their divorce.

“Hey.” Derek answers the phone, letting out a light chuckle at Ahsha’s incoherent rambling on the other end of the phone. He hopes that she says something to him over the phone.

“Hey. Derek, I have to go. I’ll be at the mansion to pick up the kids around eight, if that’s okay.” She blurts out and smacks herself in the head for talking, grabbing her laptop.

“Yeah, it’s fine Ahsh,” Derek answers and his eyes widen at the mention of his wife’s nickname, Ahsha’s heart skips a beat. “Remember, you’re always welcome over for dinner.”

“Thanks Derek. I really need to go, I’m in the middle of something important. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay. Talk to you later.” Derek retorts.

“Bye.” Ahsha says and quickly hangs up the phone. She feels her heart racing once again and feels tears rushing to her eyes. She quickly wipes them away before they turn into full on sobs.

“You already cried over him last night. When are you going to stop?” She asks herself, unable to stop the tears from flowing this time.

Her phone rings once again and her heart races as she closes her laptop. She grabs the phone and realizes that Kyle is calling her phone.

“Hey Carebear!” The blonde answers excitedly. Little does Ahsha know, she is making her way up to her condo now.

“Hey.” She answers the phone, sounding glum.

“Carebear? Spill it.” Kyle drills, sensing the tone of her best friend’s voice.

“I’m fine, Kyle.” Kyle’s phone cuts off and she knocks on Ahsha’s large white door. Ahsha jumps up and opens the door for her best friend. Kyle walks right into her best friend’s condo and gives her best friend a tight, comforting hug as she cries in her arms.

“Sister intuition told me you weren’t fine which is why I came over. Now spill it.” Kyle says as she lets her best friend go and takes a seat next to her on the chair, putting her Celine bag on another chair.

“Derek invited me over for dinner and I don’t know if I can go. Kyle I’m not even over him yet.” Kyle nods her head in understanding and rubs Ahsha’s back.

“I know it’s been a year since the divorce and I know how hard it is seeing him everyday and not being able to still jump in his arms and tell him you love him. It’s okay to still be upset. Getting over him is going to take some time, take as much of it as you need but don’t rush it.”

“I still love him.” Ahsha admits for the first time since the day of the divorce being finalized.

“And that’s okay, love.” Ahsha wipes her tears away and wraps her arms tighter around Kyle, holding her close.

Ahsha’s phone rings once again and she sees Derek’s number pop up on the screen. Kyle gently rubs her back as she picks up the phone. “Hello?”

"Mommy can you please come for dinner? We’re having chicken parmgon.” Chloe answers. A chuckle escapes Ahsha’s lips, giving both her and Kyle some light at the end of the tunnel.  

“Chloe it’s parmapon.” Lillianna answers, causing Mackenzie and Katharine to crack up at her.

“Sweetheart, it’s Chicken Parmesan.” Mackenzie says before taking the phone. Ahsha sits at the other end of the phone chuckling at her girls.

“Mom can you please come for dinner?” Ahsha’s eldest inquires.

“Please mom?” Carter says, standing next to his sister while his father is still busy preparing dinner in the kitchen.

“Pleaseeeee?” All four kids beg, warming Ahsha’s heart.

“Fine, I’ll come to dinner tonight. Auntie Kyle’s coming too.” Kyle’s face has confusion written all over it.

“I’m doing what?” She asks.

“Okay mommy! I’ll talk to you later, bye!” Mackenzie answers before she quickly hangs up the phone, seeing her father walking into the den.

“What are you guys doing?” Derek asks, noticing Mackenzie’s nervous expression. Chloe and Lillianna look at each other with their eyes wide open.

“Nothing!” The twins exclaim at the same time.

“Chloe and Lilly are up to no good like always.” Carter says, causing the twins to give him the side eye.

“They look just like Ahsha.” Katharine laughs out loud as she sees the twins’ little faces.

“Right?” Mackenzie chimes in and sits next to her great-aunt on the chair.

“I’m going to take the chicken out of the oven. Dinner should be ready in about fifteen minutes.” Derek tells everyone and leaves the den.

“Kids.” He scoffs as the thought of Ahsha coming for dinner crosses his mind.

Back at her apartment, Ahsha is now tapping away at the emails on her laptop while a million and one questions escape Kyle’s lips.

“What if you two get back together again?”

“Kyle.”

“Ahsha. I’m just asking Carebear, it’s so obvious that you still love him.”

“Really? How so?” The mother asks as she stops typing up the roll sheet for tomorrow’s hip hop class. The conversation strikes a nerve and she tenses up.

“Shall we talk about when he walked in here with the twins yesterday? You couldn’t stop staring at him.” Kyle says as Ahsha looks down at her lap.

“Yeah. But.”

“There’s no buts Carebear. Plus you told me twenty minutes ago that you still love him. I may be blonde, but I’m not stupid. Let’s go to dinner, I’m hungry.” The blonde chuckles and wraps her arms around her best friend.

“I’m not driving.” Ahsha tells her. The two best friends head out the door and get into Kyle’s car.

En route to the mansion, Kyle starts to ask questions again. “So are you excited to finally talk to Derek?”

“I don’t want to talk to him Kyle,” Ahsha replies bitterly. “The last time he and I had a full conversation, it was the day I divorced him.”

Kyle stays quiet and continues driving, knowing Ahsha’s stubbornness will wear off after a while. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“What, Kyle?”

“You don’t think you guys gave up too easily? I get that he was hurt about Mary and that he decided to shut down, but you shut down on him too.”

“Kyle, I really don’t want to discuss why he and I divorced. I am trying to move on.”

“Move on or keep stuff from me? Carter told me that you still cry in your sleep. I know today wasn’t the first time you’ve cried like that.” Kyle takes a glance at Ahsha before she pulls up to the red light.

“It happened once or twice.”

“Not counting tonight. Last night, two nights ago?” Kyle asks, seeing Ahsha crumble.

The young mother looks out the window, feeling her heart racing. “Yeah.”

The blonde stops the car and looks over at her friend again. “Like I said, It’s okay to still be upset babe. You two have been divorced for a year, no one says you have to heal overnight.”

“It’s easy for you to say when you’re married and you two are going strong, Kyle. Do you know how bad it hurts to see him everyday and know that what we had is gone?” Ahsha asks as tears fill the rim of her eyes.

Kyle pulls into the driveway at the mansion and hugs Ahsha after putting the car in park. “I can’t go in there crying.” Ahsha jokes and wipes her eyes.

“I’m right here, remember.” Kyle tells her and grabs her hand.

“Thank you, Kyle.”

The two get out of Kyle’s car and walk to the door of the mansion. Kyle knocks as Ahsha stands there somewhat frozen in fear of what the evening holds.

Max the Pit Bull barks in excitement as he smells Ahsha’s scent and runs in circles around Katharine who makes her way to the door. “Calm down, buddy.”

Katharine opens the door and beams as she sees Ahsha. “I missed you!”

“I saw you earlier at dance, Kath.” Ahsha chuckles and hugs Katharine back.

Max waits for Katharine to stop hugging Ahsha before he jumps on her and then jumps back down. “Max!” Ahsha coos and plays with the large dog who is very excited to see her.  He excitedly rolls over and lets her rub his stomach. He snorts out loud and moves his large legs as Ahsha reaches his ticklish spot.

“Mommy!” The twins scream and run to their mother. Ahsha perks up and stops rubbing Max. The dog gets up and runs out of the room, going to greet Derek in the kitchen.

“Hi my babies!” Ahsha coos and kisses Chloe and Lillianna all over their little faces. They let out their little laughs and hug their mom.

Ahsha puts the girls down and notices Lillianna’s hair is out of its ballerina bun and into a regular ponytail. “Where’s your pretty bun, Lil?”

“I like ponytails better, mommy.” The three year old sighs.

“Auntie Kyle!” Lillianna screams, making Kyle laugh.

“Lilly pie!” Kyle happily cheers and picks Lilly up, kissing her all over her face.

“What about me?” Chloe says, crossing her little arms in disbelief about her godmother’s behavior.

“If you aren’t your daddy’s twin.”

“No! I’m Lilly’s!” Chloe replies as Kyle kisses her cheeks. Kyle places both the girls down and notices Ahsha and Katharine in conversation.

The twins run off to go tell Derek that Ahsha and Kyle arrived. Ahsha and Kyle take off their shoes and place them next to the door with everyone else’s shoes.

“Hi mom!” Mackenzie calls out and rushes to give her mother a hug.

“My big baby!” Ahsha says and wraps her arms around her oldest child.

“Your favorite baby.” She reminds her mother as Ahsha kisses her forehead.

“Actually, I think Carter’s my favorite.” Ahsha says as she sees her son coming into the room to greet her as well.

“Hey!”

“It’s not my fault I’m mommy’s favorite.” He replies as he hugs Ahsha as well. Ahsha presses a kiss to her little boy’s forehead and holds both of her children close to her.

“I love the both of you.”

“We love you too.” The two siblings reply at the same time. The three let each other go and they go to hug Kyle.

“I’m your favorite, right Auntie Ky?” Mackenzie asks, batting her big brown eyes.

“Yes, you are, my sweet Kenzie.” Kyle tells her and kisses her forehead, wrapping her arms around her goddaughter.

“Me too?” Carter asks, seeming hopeful. Kyle laughs loudly and hugs her godson.

“Yes, you too, my handsome.”

Derek walks into the living room with the twins at his side, he looks at Ahsha and suddenly forgets what he has to say. He is taken aback at her beauty.

Even in a pair of leggings, a Loyola Marymount hoodie, no makeup, and her hair up in a bun, Ahsha Hayes could still be the most beautiful person to Derek.

“Dinner’s ready?” Katharine asks, noticing Derek and Ahsha looking at each other without breaking their gazes.

Katharine and Kyle look at each other and wink. “Yes.” Derek states as Lilly bumps his side on purpose. She and Chloe look at each other and laugh loudly, the two wink at each other.

“Yeah, dinner’s ready.” He replies again, rubbing his head.

“Let’s eat!” Chloe cheers and rushes into the large dining room, pulling Lilly with her. “They still love each other!” Chloe excitedly whispers to her little twin.

“I know!”

Everyone follows behind the twins, unaware of their whispers to each other regarding their parents.

Taking their seats, Ahsha notices that she is sitting in between Mackenzie and Kyle.

Derek says grace and then everyone passes around the food. The parents each help out the twins with getting their chicken and spaghetti on their plates.

The dinner table was filled with small conversation as everyone enjoyed the delicious dinner prepared by Derek. Ahsha internally sighs, appreciating the taste of Derek’s cooking all over again. Chloe and Lilly were the first to finish and were excused from the table to go play. The kids finish eating and everyone around the table shared stories about their day, except for Ahsha who stayed quiet, feeling awkward in the presence of her former lover.

The sound of her ex-husband’s deep voice was enough to send Ahsha’s heart beat into shock. The angelic voice was enough to take her brain to places she had forgotten all about in the past year. The thought of the former baller turned Devils CEO’s body pressed against hers made her soak in a place where she thought was a desert.

“Well guys I have to go. I have a presentation that I have to prepare for class tomorrow.” Katharine tells everyone.

“Go ahead, Ms. high schooler.” Ahsha teases. The seventeen year old lets out an exasperated, “Two more weeks until graduation.”

Katharine gives Kyle, Ahsha, and Derek hugs. “Goodnight guys.”

“Goodnight. Let me know when you get home.” Derek calls out. Ahsha and Kyle finish eating their food and are stuffed.

“Will do, nephew!” Katharine teases as she makes her way out of the dining room. Derek rolls his eyes at his younger aunt’s statement. Having a great aunt who is eighteen years younger than him seems a little embarrassing, but having her around was like having a younger sibling.

Katharine says goodbye to her great-nieces and nephews, then heads home to her parents, John and Elise.

The girls run back into the dining room. “Daddy what’s for dessert?”

“Apple pie and ice cream in thirty minutes.” He answers. The two run back into their playroom right after they get the answer they were looking for.

The table falls awkwardly quiet as the three adults sit in silence, not knowing what to say next.

Ahsha realizes that she has to use the bathroom.

“Excuse me.” She says and gets up from the table feeling hot, dizzy, and nervous. The young mom wanders upstairs and straight into her large, spacious, old master suite without even realizing her actions. She heads straight to the bathroom and starts to use it. Looking to the left to grab toilet paper to wipe with, she notices that there is barely any toilet paper left.

She uses what she needs and gets off of the toilet. She then gets dressed again and goes about her business in the bathroom.

After washing her hands she plans on getting more toilet paper but remembers she cannot reach. “Okay, jump.” Ahsha says, speaking to herself jumps as high as she can to grab the toilet paper.

“Dang it.” She says aloud and continues to try and reach the toilet paper.

Derek finds himself checking up on Ahsha who has been gone for a while. He makes his way to the master suite and hears Ahsha trying to reach the toilet paper and chuckles. He knocks on the door and she answers it, breathing heavily due to jumping around.

“Do you need help?” He asks, sending an entire army of butterflies to her stomach.

“I got it.” She snaps, realizing that her tone came out somewhat harsh when she sees his face change.

“Sorry I didn’t mean…”

“It’s okay. Here.” He tells her. He comes behind her and wraps her arms around her waist, picking her up so that she can reach the basket with the toilet paper. She grabs a roll and Derek gently places her back down, slightly hypnotized by the smell of her perfume.

“Thanks.” She tells him and looks up at him, realizing that she cannot look away from his eyes.

She notices what is happening and excuses herself. “I’ll see you downs…” she is cut off by her ex husband’s lips covering hers.

Without giving any thought to their ordeal, the two continue to kiss. Ahsha forgets about the toilet paper in her hands and lets it fall onto the bathroom floor.

Derek picks Ahsha up and places her on the bathroom counter, still attacking her with body with kisses.

He starts to slip his hands underneath Ahsha’s hoodie and she quickly removes it without hesitation. She grabs Derek’s white tee shirt and slips it over his head and goes back to kissing him. In one swift motion Derek manages to pull off Ahsha’s leggings and lacy peach thong. She feels the cool air in the bathroom hit her bare center and she shivers.

Derek presses hard kisses to Ahsha’s neck and she pulls his pants as well as his boxers, revealing his large, erect piece.

The kisses on Ahsha’s neck start to move down to her breasts as Derek twirls his tongue around her hard, sensitive buds, causing her to moan. Derek’s large hand covers Ahsha’s bare center and she nearly jumps when his large finger traces a circle around her clit and she bites her lip.

Derek senses her body’s reaction and gently moves his two fingers into her. Ahsha struggles to hold on to the bathroom counter and nearly falls off when Derek places her back on. Her fingernails claw at Derek’s back as he continues his hard movements. Ahsha’s moans grow louder and before she knows it, Derek’s face is now in between her legs, cleaning up her juices himself.

Ahsha’s legs turn into jello as Derek continues his work at making her moan his name. “Derekkkkkkk.” She screams as she releases into his mouth. The feeling of euphoric pleasure takes over and a smile graces her lips as he continues to pleasure tease her with his soft lips.

“Please Derek!” She screams, begging to feel him inside her warm body. Derek gives in to her plea and stands back up, moving himself into her, nearly shocking her. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and she rubs Derek’s back as his lips devour the sweet spot on her neck.

He stops to look at the beautiful woman that he is having sex with after a year. His brown eyes scan her beautiful face, sensing her love filled emotion.

Ahsha looks into his eyes as his movements continue. Their eyes automatically read “I still love you.” and Ahsha lays her head on Derek’s shoulder as he quickly moves in and out of her. She feels herself release for the second time and Derek moans when he feels Ahsha’s walls tighten around him once more.

The dancer picks her head back up and presses another kiss to the baller’s lips, this time pouring pure lust is in the kiss.

As Derek keeps moving Ahsha feels his piece pulsing inside of her and decides to mess with him a bit by going faster than his pace. She smirks as he slows down, this time stroking her hard and slow.

He releases inside of her and kisses Ahsha’s lips. The both of them stay silent, the pleasure still takes over them and without a word, Derek slides out of her, leaving her sore.

Ahsha gets up and quickly gets dressed, finally realizing what she had just done with her ex husband. Derek passes her her gray hoodie.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” He answers.

Ahsha finishes getting dressed and fixes herself in the mirror. Derek does the same and lets her leave the bathroom first.

He runs his hands over his face and realization of recent events hit him. “What did I do?” He asks, feeling nauseous and dizzy due to his actions.

Ahsha practically races out of her old bedroom and downstairs to Kyle who looks at her best friend as if she has two heads. She notices the small mark on her neck that wasn’t there an hour ago and her eyes widen.

“Girl!” Kyle screams, causing Chloe’s head to snap up.

“We have to talk later.” She whispers, running her hands through her short hair.

“I’ll tell you everything.” Ahsha whispers back as the kids go back to playing amongst themselves.

Derek is in the kitchen moving the warm, freshly baked apple pie slices to plates when Kyle walks into the kitchen. “What the did you two do?”

“Nothing.” Derek quickly chirps and finishes plating the desserts.

“D-Ro.” Kyle sternly says, causing Derek to look up from the plates.

“Ahsha and I had sex.” He admits, tears threatening to rush down his eyes. Kyle’s heart breaks as she hears Derek’s voice crack.

“You did what now?”

“I’m pretty sure I messed things up even more, Ky.” Derek says, trying not to become too upset in front of one of his best friends.

“No you didn’t. Look, between me and you, Ahsha still loves you even if you think she doesn’t. You didn’t mess things up. Who knows, maybe this was a good thing.”

“How Kyle?”

“I don’t know, but it could probably help you two get back together again.” She says, rubbing his arm. She heads out the kitchen, leaving Derek to ponder his conflicting thoughts.

Kyle sits down next to Ahsha in the den as Mackenzie tells Ahsha a story about something that happened earlier in the day. Derek walks into the room waiting for Mackenzie to finish telling her story. She finishes and looks at her dad. “Pie time?” She excitedly cheers.

“Pie time!” Derek mimics.

Everyone walks back to the dining room and sit down for dessert. Ahsha feels a little awkward as Derek passes her some pie and ice cream. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Derek takes his seat and starts to eat his dessert with Ahsha completely on his mind.

The group finishes their dessert when Ahsha notices that it is now eight thirty and that the kids have to be in bed my nine thirty.

“Okay guys lets go home and get ready for bed.” Ahsha says to her four kids.

“Goodnight daddy!” Chloe and Lilly cheer and run to go hug their father. Derek laughs and kisses his little girls’ faces.

“I love my girls.”

“We love you too.” They tell him and let him go.

Carter is the next to go hug his father. “I’ll see you tomorrow dad.”

“Sounds like a plan to me CJ. You know we still have that basketball game to watch.”

“The one where the Sixers beat the Devils! Yes!” Carter cheers excitedly, causing everyone in the room to laugh.

“We’ll see about that, Car.” He tells his son and rubs his head.

Mackenzie is the next one to say goodnight to her father.

“I love you daddy.”

“I love you more, Kenzie.” Derek presses a kiss against his daughter’s head. A feeling of sadness waves over Derek’s most sensitive child and he hugs her again.

“I’ll see you tomorrow okay baby?”

“Okay.” She tells him and holds back her tears.

“Hey, no crying. I’ll be right there to pick you up from school.” He tells her and presses another kiss to Mackenzie’s forehead. The young girl leaves her father’s side and heads to the corner of the room to grab her backpack.

Kyle says goodnight to Derek as Ahsha helps the kids out their backpacks on.

Ahsha says goodnight to her ex husband, also holding back tears. “I’ve been crying way too much today.” She tells herself as Derek pulls her in for a friendly hug, holding her tight.

“Goodnight.” He tells her.

“Goodnight. Thank you for inviting Kyle and I over for dinner.” She tells him and lets him go.

“You’re welcome. You’re always welcome to come for dinner, Ahsha.” He tells her, looking deep into her eyes. She quickly averts her attention elsewhere.

“Well I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” He almost immediately says, trying to relieve the awkward tension.

Derek opens the door and the army of four children run out of the mansion and straight to Kyle’s Ford pickup truck.

Ahsha and Kyle follow soon after.

“Drive safely!” Derek shouts, waiting for everyone to get into the car.

“Thank you!”

Derek chuckles to himself and closes the door to the now empty mansion. He looks out the window and sees Kyle drive off, heading back to Ahsha’s condo.

“Max!” He calls out. The large dog comes running out of the den and straight to Derek, sensing his sadness. Max whines and licks Derek’s hand.

“I miss her, buddy.” He tells his dog and heads upstairs to take a shower feeling upset over what happened earlier in the evening. Max does not leave his side and crawls into bed with him later in the evening.

Back in the truck, the kids are talking amongst themselves when Lilly starts to speak up. “Mommy, are you happy?”

“Yes, Lilly I’m happy. Why sweetheart?”

“Nothing!” She quickly says, earning a confused look from Mackenzie. Kyle pulls up to Ahsha’s condo and puts the car in park.

Ahsha leans over and hugs her best friend. “Thank you so much Ky.”

“You don’t have to thank me Carebear. You know I love you.”

“I love you more.” She tells her. Kyle hugs her tighter.

“Call me later.” She whispers in her ear. Ahsha nods her head, understanding what Kyle meant and lets her best friend go.

“Let’s go little people.” Ahsha tells her four kids. They all climb out of Kyle’s truck.

“Goodnight auntie’s babies!” Kyle calls out.

“Goodnight auntie Kyle!” All of the kids cheer at the same time causing Ahsha and Kyle to look at each other and laugh. “Alright girl.” “Let me when you get home.” “I will, Carebear.” Kyle drives off while Ahsha and the kids go into their condo. Mackenzie and Carter head to their rooms while Ahsha goes with the girls so that they can get ready for bed.

Whoever said that getting four kids ready for bed was easy lied like a cheap rug.

“Mommy can you tell us a story!” Chloe eagerly asks as she climbs into her bed.

“What would you guys like to hear?”

“How you met daddy and got married!” Lilly cheers, pulling her fluffy blanket over her small body.

“Of course.” Ahsha tells herself. She takes a deep breath and tells the story, smoothing down her eyebrow, a nervous habit of hers.

“I met your dad when I was fourteen. We weren’t friends but he loved me very much. One day, a couple years later, I was running outside and I ran into your dad. He and I started talking and he asked me to be his girlfriend, then we got married a year later.”

“Can we have more details?” Lilly asks, shocking Ahsha.

“How in the world are these little three and a half year olds so smart?” She asks herself, internally groaning.  

“One day, babies.” She tells her little girls and kisses their foreheads.

“Mommy loves you guys.”

“We love you too.” They tell her and settle into their individual beds. Ahsha turns their lights off, leaving their matching Elmo night lights on.

Ahsha closes their door and leaves to go check on her other two children.

“Lil?”

“Yeah Chlo?”

“Mommy and daddy need to get married again.”

“I wish they were married.” The twins wish out loud before closing their eyes, heading to sleep.

Ahsha goes to Mackenzie’s room and finds her daughter already asleep. “Goodnight baby.” She whispers and kisses her daughter on the cheek.

“Goodnight mommy.” Mackenzie whispers back and reaches her arms up to hug her mother. Ahsha wraps her arms around her daughter, holding her tight.

“I love you.”

“I love you more, Ken.” Ahsha answers and kisses her daughter one last time. She leaves her bedroom, closing her door.

Mackenzie opens her eyes again and jumps up, seeing that Ahsha is gone so she grabs her cell phone.

“Kath! I think my parents kissed!” She texts quickly, before heading to sleep.

Ahsha makes her way to Carter’s room and finds him sleeping as well. “Goodnight mommy’s big boy.” She tells him and kisses his forehead and gently hugs him, silently thanking God that he does not wake up too easily to her being in his room. Carter keeps his eyes closed, feeling exhausted after a day of basketball with his father after school.

The young mother heads out of her son’s room and she goes back to her room feeling a sense of emptiness, so she goes to take a shower. She removes her hoodie and immediately smells Derek’s signature scent of Gorgio Armani’s Acqua Di Gio written all over it.

She throws the jacket into the dirty clothes bin and continues to undress herself. She makes her way to the bathroom and starts to take a shower.

She closes her eyes and lets the water hit her face. Flashbacks of Derek standing with her in the shower pop up in her head, she feels herself wanting to reach out and grab him. She opens her eyes and begins to wash her body of the day’s events.

“You just had to go over his house.” She tells herself as she finishes showering and turns off the water. She dries herself off and walks back to her room with her towel wrapped around her wet body.

She lets out a sigh and finishes the rest of her night routine by getting dressed for bed in a large tee shirt and a pair of shorts. She gets into bed and grabs her phone, scrolling through Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram and is interrupted by her phone ringing.

“Ahsha Marie!” Jelena fake scolds on the other end of the phone.

“Jelena Anne!” Ahsha mimics, her voice unknowingly cracking.

“What’s wrong love?” Jelena asks, sensing the tone in her best friend’s voice.

“Nothing. I’m fine, J.”

“Come on, you’re like my sister. You can’t make an attempt to cover your feelings Ahsha.” Jelena tells her, tucking a piece of hair back in her curly bun.

“Jelena, I’m fine.” Ahsha tells her, her voice cracking even harder. She quickly wipes her tears away.

“You’re okay.” She tells herself as the tears continue falling.

“I’m coming over.”

“You don’t have to.”

“You’re my sister. I’m not going to let you be upset by yourself.” Jelena insists and starts to put her shoes on. She hangs up the phone and Ahsha texts Kyle.

“Can you come over?” She sends and lays down in her bed. Crying was something that Ahsha Hayes had not done since the divorce.

Jelena and Kyle get to Ahsha’s condo at the same time and rush to their best friend’s door, being careful of the noise. The Roman kids are irritable when woken up, but just like their father, they all sleep like rocks.

Ahsha comes to the door no longer crying, her eyes bloodshot.

“You guys didn’t have to come over.” She tells the two women and they both hug her without saying a word. Ahsha gives in and allows herself to cry in her friends’ arms.

“Aww Carebear.” Kyle says, gently rubbing Ahsha’s back. Jelena gently closes and locks the door and goes back to tending to her best friend.

“Let’s go sit down.” Jelena suggests. Ahsha sits in the middle of the short, comfortable chair while Jelena sits on the right side of her and Kyle sits on the left.

“What happened babe?” Jelena asks, holding Ahsha and trying to calm her down. Ahsha begins to speak but is very incoherent so Jelena just holds her.

“I know you haven’t spent much time crying over this but it’s okay.” Kyle encourages and lays her head on Ahsha’s shoulder and tries to comfort her as well.

“I can’t keep hanging on to him.” She sobs out. Kyle removes the large throw blanket from behind her and places it on hers and her two friend’s legs.

“Hey, look at me,” Kyle tells her and moves her head off Ahsha’s shoulder. The blonde wipes her best friend’s tears away and gently caresses her cheeks. “It’s okay to still be upset, Carebear. He means a lot to you and losing him was heartbreaking. You haven’t given yourself time to grieve.” Kyle says and wraps her arms around Ahsha tighter.

“You’re going to get better. I promise Ahsha.” Kyle reassures, pressing a kiss to Ahsha’s forehead.

“I promise too Carebear.” Jelena also promises, grabbing her best friend’s hand.

Something inside of Ahsha has a small glimmer of hope that things between her and Derek would be fine, but of course her stubbornness would never let her admit it out loud.

“What if I don’t get better?”

“You will, in due time, love.”

In due time.

And that was chapter 1. I hope you enjoyed reading this long chapter, and if you listened to the song, I hope you enjoyed that as well!

Thank you for reading! :)

[jcstyle444]

Why We Should Talk About "Hit The Floor" Again!

Hey everyone,

I know it might seem a bit strange to bring up a show that aired over 11 years ago, but I can’t help but gush about "Hit The Floor." After diving into seasons 1-3 and the wedding special, I've realized I've never encountered anything quite like it. The chemistry between Derek and Ahsha is unlike any other—so real and beautiful.

The fanfictions I’ve discovered about the Dersha characters have only deepened my love for the series. While the show has concluded, we all know reboots happen all the time! Just look at how McKinley continues to shine in "Reasonable Doubt," and Taylour Paige truly embodied Ahsha's genuine spirit.

Great art deserves to be discovered and celebrated, no matter when or how it finds its audience. When you present an epic love story so beautifully, people will naturally want more.

Imagine seeing Derek and Ahsha as a married couple in 2025, navigating family life and success together—it would be incredible! I even had some fun combining their pictures to illustrate this idea.

I hope both the actors and fellow fans can appreciate this enthusiasm for such a fantastic show. Let’s keep the conversation going!

Best,

Jcstyle444

[hitthefloorvixen]

The Adventures of Kinley and Tay Adventure 3: ALONE TIME

Okay. So I feel somewhat inspired to write again after watching re-runs of Hit the Floor and hoping for a miracle that the show would come back magically AND because I am so sick of trump and all of his trauma that he is unleashing on America. I want to also thank everyone for reading my other material and especially those that asked for me to continue. I apologize for the long, long, long wait. I hope this makes up. Thanks again.

Tay decided to take the weekend and just reflect on her life. She didn’t open the blinds. She just sat in bed on her computer, and clicked on any movie she could find on her Fire Stick. Her plan was not to actually watch anything but to just spend the day by herself reflecting. She was in a relationship with a guy she loved, but something was still missing. As she flashed through clips of their show online, she came across a pic of their characters, Asha and Derek. Without realizing, she started to smile. She was running her fingers on the screen over his perfect body, reminiscing about the personal time they spent together. She tried to convince herself that she did not crave him, but she felt so different, so special in their encounters. She could not explain it, but it was not like anything she felt in her current relationship.

On the news earlier, the weatherman said there might be bad thunderstorms and some possible flooding coming to her area. She had checked the frig to see if she had enough food just in case she had to hunker down. Both, her frig and pantry were empty. She decided to quickly run to the store and grab some items to stock her apartment. As she drove to the store, which was close to Kinley’s crib, she changed her plans and drove to his apartment. She thought, “it’s mighty cheeky of me to just pop up unannounced,” but she felt the need to just see his face. She didn’t care if he had company, she wanted to be in his presence.

As she climbed the stairs and knocked on his door, she heard him ask, “Who is it?” She paused then said, “It’s Tay, are you alone? Is it a bad time? I was in the neighborhood, I can come back later.” She could hear the door unlocking and him undoing the chain quickly. Once the door was open, he looked down on her surprised, barefooted, bare chested, in a pair of basketball shorts, with his hands on his hips, puzzled. She just pushed her way in saying, “you’re probably wondering why I’m here.” She said, “don’t ask because I am not quite sure myself.” He extended his hand to the sofa and said, “Have a seat, what’s up?” She said, “my plan was to spend some time alone this weekend and I was on my way to the store and I completely just decided to drive over here.” The rain started to fall in the background. He said, “Well, you’re here, can I get you a drink or something?” She said, “I’ll take a glass of wine.” He fetched her a glass and sat close to her on the sofa, stretching out to get comfortable while he watched the tv screen, like he was accustomed to her just hanging at his place. He said, “You know . . . I was just about to jump in the shower before you came. I went downstairs, worked out, and am sweaty. If you don’t mind, I would like to take a quick shower; I know you can smell my funk.” She could, and she loved every whiff of his cologne-mingled sweat. It was actually turning her on. He got up, pulled his shorts off, and dropped them on the floor in front of her exposing his nude buttocks. He said teasingly as he walked off, “You’re welcome to join.” She was shocked and not expecting what had just happened. She tried to laugh it off saying, “No you didn’t” as he continued to walk into the bathroom. She was sitting there the entire time trying to keep her cool. What was a girl supposed to do?

She could hear the rain coming down harder. She tried to get what just happened off her mind by flipping through the newspaper he had on the coffee table, but she couldn’t calm down. The attraction was too strong. She kept telling herself, “I am in a loving relationship and my guy is all I need.” She heard the shower turn on and she took a deep breath and threw her head on the back of the couch. She thought, “I should just leave before I start something I might regret (but to be honest, she never regretted any of her encounters with Kinley). She finished off her wine and stood up to head to the door, and then she heard him singing, Kehlani’s “Down for You.” She just stood there contemplating, but hearing his voice and thinking about his body had her hypnotized and she needed to feel his touch. What was this spell he had over her?

She walked to the door, but it was not the door to exit the apartment, it was the door to the bathroom. She opened the door, unzipped her short romper and let it drop to the floor. The bathroom was steamy and hot. He was singing and lathering up as she watched. She ran her fingers through her hair and pinned it up. Kinley was so consumed with his singing; he did not realize she had come into the bathroom. His back was turned to her and his eyes were closed as he washed his face. She opened the glass door and stepped in sliding her hands around his waist to caress his manhood. Realizing she had joined him, he turned to rinse his face with a smile. Once the soap was off, he leaned to her and they engaged in a long passionate kiss. The water was hitting their bodies and the bathroom felt like it was getting hotter. As they were kissing, she was making sure to caress every inch of his muscles on his shoulders down to his buttocks as if she had never touched them before. She was hungry, but not for food. She had been longing to feel him in her once more. She broke free of his lips, she slid down maintaining her hands on his chest until she was on her knees facing his bulge. She was staring him in his eyes as she took his piece and placed it in her mouth. All he could do was lean his head back and place one hand on the shower wall and the other on the shower glass. She was pleasuring him like none before. She held his piece in one hand while she licked and sucked his sack. He moaned and groaned his pleasure loudly. He was trying to maintain his composure because he wanted to save it for later, so he pulled her head away, pulled her up to him and began kissing her hard again. He kissed the swallow of her neck and moved down to her breasts holding them with a firm grip then with a strong sucking. Just then, he lifted her, placing her legs on his shoulders so that he could enjoy the peach he had missed for a while now. He began to tongue and suck hard just as he did her breasts and she began to lose it calling out his name. She was moaning so loud, the neighbors probably heard her through the walls. He was going so hard and strong, her body became weak as she trembled, holding on to shower’s ceiling. Her orgasm was so intense, her body became limp and her head felt like it was spinning.  It was intoxicating. He put her down lightly on her feet and looked her in her eyes. She could barely look back at him. She was completely out of it. With the steam and heat from the shower and what he had just done to her, she felt she could faint. He gave her a few seconds to gather her strength and he started to kiss her again. This time, he put her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and inserted into her with a fast and strong thrust. She almost lost it. It felt like he had ripped her into two, but it felt good to her at the same time. Once again, she was breathless. He was killing her, but in a good way. She felt fulfilled. This is what she was missing. He glided into her softly, back and forth giving her insatiable pleasure, and she decided she would fight back—sexually. One thing about being the dancer she was, she had strong internal muscles. She began to flex those muscles without moving her external body. As he moved, her muscles stroked and gripped his muscle giving him undeniable pleasure. The feeling was so pleasurable to him that she could feel him getting weak. His grip on her wasn’t as tight and his knees began to buckle. His orgasm was so strong and powerful, he let out a loud growl as he stood leaning against her and the shower wall trembling. She rubbed his head in his weakness, kissing his face. He seemed almost embarrassed as she had brought him to his knees. Just then, they heard the door of the apartment open and close. A female voice was calling Kinley’s name. He had forgotten that he too was in a relationship. Wow! Their little escapades had just turned into something serious. Tay had been in a long term relationship and so had Kinley. They both were just reminded of their real world situations, which now threw a monkey wrench in their adventures. How are they going to fix this?

[htfgeneral]

Playing With Fire 7

Prompt:  To conclude the much requested sneak peek here is the full chapter. A lot of things have changed in this chapter and much expected turbulences occur. Let me know your thoughts on it guys. Again forgive me for the delay. 

NOTE: If you didn’t get to read the Chapter 7 Sneak Peek, you probably should it was a preview for the intro to this chapter.

The set to The Ellen DeGeneres Show was a disastrous mess. Derek who had been previously sitting on the couch beside Dahlia was now being guarded by two security guards from Dahlia’s rage. After publicly slapping him on set, his ex violently grabbed hold of his neck, pulling him down and repeatedly kicking him in the face. 

Ellen was too in shock to come up with anymore questions. It was safe to say the interview was over at this point.

“Look I just want to talk to her. That’s it. I just wanna talk”, Derek was pleading with the security guards.

The left side of his face was marked with her handprint while his neck was a swollen red from all the kicks. Now he knew why you never broke up with a woman in public. She could  go off!

“Dahlia! Dahli! Dahl! ”, he was trying effortlessly to gain her attention so that she would calm down a little but that went on deaf ears.

He reached his hand out to touch her, Dahlia spit on him in return.

“You fucking scumbag ass liar! I hate you!” she screamed at him, clawing through the guards to get to him. 

At this point there was no more calming her down, Dahlia didn’t wanna hear it.

He had lead her on all this time and then the moment he’s bulldozing, ghetto ex comes back he takes the high road and chooses to humiliate her like this. She knew that girl was gonna ruin things between them, she had trusted Jelena to handle things. But obviously she had not.

While Dahlia’s rage was directed at Derek, her anger was still reserved for Howard. Business had been business and Jelena didn’t comply to their agreement. The funds for the development and franchise in exchange for Ahsha’s disappearance. Part two of their deal didn’t take place, making Dahlia resemble the fool.

A notion she would not take lightly.

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Sweat dripping down their faces and water bottles at the ready, Ahsha, Raquel, and Kyle were burning calories in the worst possible way. Yoga positions. No doubt a suggestion of Raquel’s that they hit up the mats and try at least 6 positions with her before quitting. Kyle had not been pleased with the idea at all. “Eight-Angle Pose”, Raquel shouted over the loud serene music playing in the isolated dance studio.

Ahsha rolled her eyes and simply went into the butterfly pose. She wasn’t the only one cheating, Kyle had been on her phone since the moment they got there. 

So far Ahsha had been having lunch with Raquel every other day at the arena. Kyle and her ended up bonding after her stunt choreographing the parade dance. They were all like three peas in a pod.

Kyle was the horny one, Ahsha was the crazy one, and Raquel was the peaceful one. An odd blend of personalities but they made it work. 

“I am telling you, I am just dyin’ to get this baby charged up later so I can FaceTime Micheal”, Kyle spoke up in excitement. She wore her same loose, flirty grin.

“Micheal? What happened to Travis?” Raquel inquired.

“I let him out the other day”, Kyle said, looking up from her phone. She threw Ahsha a knowing look. They both knew what that phrase really implied in Kyle’s book.

Raquel sighed. “That’s a shame ‘cause I really liked him for you”, she shook her head disappointedly.

“I really liked ‘him’ too”, Kyle wriggled her eyebrows suggestively. Ahsha bursted out laughing.

Kyle was too, too much at times.

“Well don’t sit over there all cute and stuff, girl I know you got some dick too”, Kyle pointed out, eyeing Ahsha directly.

Ahsha coughed, pretending to mock surprise.

“What are you talking about?” she said innocently.

“Miss me with all of that, look at your hair Ahsha,  its all shiny like you just came from 4th of July or a fresh dick over”, Kyle dismissed Ahsha’s subduing demeanor.

“Just because my hair is shinier than before doesn’t mean I had sex Kyle”, Ahsha objected.

Kyle paused from what she was doing on her phone to take a good look at her friend. 

“You’re right ‘cause that quarter-size hickey on your chest  is a way better example”, Kyle noted. Her beady, blue eyes zoning in on the mark left on the side of Ahsha’s chest peeking through her tank top.

Ahsha immediately blushed. There was no use in pushing the top any higher since her breasts would only spread it out further.

“Hmmm”, Kyle hummed, smirking triumphantly to herself.

“Fine, okay your ass got me there”, Ahsha gave in.

“Who?” Kyle asked.

Ahsha’s cheeks flustered, she didn’t expect her to throw that question out there. Plus, she didn’t want to just go ahead and admit to fucking the team’s notorious point guard who at the moment was engaged.

What would they think of her?

She knew it was just Kyle but still her morals would be questioned in the process.

“Just some random one-night stand, I can’t even remember his name”, Ahsha shrugged it off.

Raquel nodded but Kyle gave her an unconvinced look. Something about that story didn’t sound true. She could tell there was definitely more to it.

Clearing her throat uncomfortably, Ahsha went back to pretend-attempting each yoga pose with Raquel. Her arms stretched out in front of her as she brought her legs forward in a backwards bridge.

Kyle’s fingers continued scrolling through her Instagram feed. She liked a couple of her favorites before continuing. Scrolling upon a video post, Kyle read the caption: When you try to let her off easy and she bitch slaps your ass. A small smile triggered her mauve-tinted lips as she pressed play.

The video instantly flashed to Derek sitting across from that girl he was dating on a couch. Not a second later, she reaches over and slaps the crap out of him. Kyle’s eyes widened. Reading the hashtags, aside from #bitch slap, #devils gets a taste of his own medicine, #oh snap, the ellen show was tagged in as well.

Kyle’s fingers immediately exited out of the app and went to Google, she typed in ‘The Ellen Show Derek Roman interview’ and 5 seconds later an array of multiple different links were listed underneath.

One of them included The Hollywood Reporter. Kyle clicked on that link first. LA Devils Star Player Announces He Is NOT Engaged To Girlfriend! Watch her reaction below:

After quickly skimming through the blurb, Kyle was shocked to read Derek’s words. Along the lines of “He was never engaged”, something that clearly set his now ex girlfriend off from the slap he received not a minute later. Kyle kept replaying the video still shocked by what she was seeing.

“Kyle, what’s wrong?” Raquel asked, looking over to her friend whose eyes kept bulging out wider and wider. 

“Come look at this”, Kyle motioned for her.

Raquel slowly, unfolded her legs together and walked over. Ahsha slid over and plopped beside Kyle as well.

“What is it?” Raquel asked, glancing at the phone screen. 

“Watch”, Kyle said simply, before dragging the current playing position all the way to the beginning of the interview. 

Pressing the volume button all the way up, so both girls could hear the action for themselves. Kyle patiently waited to see their facial reactions.

Raquel’s eyes went from frowning quizzically at Derek’s words to startled by the slap to follow. That only made the southern belle’s day.

Ahsha on the other hand went pale. Her cheeks flushed and she could feel her face grow hot. While her likely response would’ve been delight in seeing that Dahli-bitch get tossed but instead she felt guilt. Guilt for causing this to happen. If word got out that she created this, words like “homewrecker” and “hood rat” were surely going to be associated with her name and Ahsha didn’t need that. 

Sure, she could rough it up and play tough when the media hit but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be breaking on the inside.

She was a strong woman but still a slice of vulnerable was caked underneath.

“Wow, did this really happen? He actually went on Ellen and did something like that? What a monster?” Raquel grimaced, giving Kyle her phone back.

“Love is shit sometimes”, Kyle singsonged, shrugging. 

“I don’t blame her for slapping him, he deserved it. Something like that should’ve been done in private, not on national television. That was just cruel”, Raquel retorted. 

Ahsha’s eyes stayed frozen on the floor. She swallowed then closed her eyes. Her insides were aching painfully.

It was one thing to be the victim and mourn them for being humiliated but when you were the catalyst, things changed drastically. 

“Hey, I’m gonna go freshen up a little”, Ahsha mumbled, slowly getting up. She felt her chest ache and her legs felt like steel against the floor. 

“Sure”, Raquel nodded at her.

Pushing the glass door out the room, Ahsha’s mood deflated lower to lower. They had reason to call love the disease of sickness because at the moment Ahsha felt that very same sickness rumbling the pit of her stomach. But she wouldn’t call it love, more like... 

Guilt.

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The Playground was casually alert when Jude made his way inside. He was still stressed when it came to the new majority owner. That morning alone, Jelena had started making demands right off the bat. One of them being Ahsha, her biggest priority.

He thought he had taken care of  that last he’d spoken to Lionel but was clearly wrong. Ahsha Hayes remained a Devils employee under the Brand Representative title. Seeing it that morning made Jude almost choke.

Jelena would only get angrier from this. 

He noticed Lionel’s head bob through a cluster of four men standing near the bar. He walked up beside her and sat down. 

“Enjoying yourself?” he greeted her. Ordering a shot of Vodka, Jude turned to face his stepmother.

“Pleasantly, yes. What’s up?” she inquired. 

Jude half chuckled. “Ahsha’s still here”, he answered.

“I know, she’s my CoverGirl of course she is”, Lionel expressed primitively.

The voluptuous brunette tucked a strand of her black hair over her shoulder then angled her body towards him. Her deep grey eyes looked into his own. She was a lot rosier than she had been the day before. Her mood wouldn’t falter one bit through Jude’s grumpiness and bothered attitude.

“I just had a meeting with our marketing advisers and Jelena was there. You don’t wanna know half the things that girl suggested for the promotions”, Jude drooped his head over his shoulders. 

His mind was half dead from having to hear Jelena reject every single thing he had proposed for promotion events. It was funny how because he was a Kinkade, Jelena felt obligated to shoot him down. He didn’t appreciate that one bit. 

“Tough bosses are something you should be used to Jude, after all this is a business”, Lionel reminded him.

Jude rolled his eyes. “Not German Shepherd pitbulls. Lionel whether you want to admit it or not, Jelena’s a new boss, which means she’s my boss and yours also. We still have an option to avoid that but you keep sitting on it”, Jude threw her a dirty sidelong glance. 

His eyes beared gruesome annoyance and stress. He was tempted to run a nervous finger over his face and groan. The thought of this becoming a permanent situation only angered him even more. If only his stepmother wasn’t so stubborn.

“If sitting on it means I’m not being pushed around then yes I am siting on it. I will not let a fussing toddler run my organization”, Lionel pressed.

“This won’t be your organization for much longer if you keep acting like this”, Jude muttered back coldly.

Lionel closed her eyes, breathed in and exhaled softly. “Jude, don’t let Jelena get to you too much. She won’t be here for much longer”, she placed a hand on his arm encouragingly.

He gave her a skeptical glare. “Doubtful”, raising the Vodka shot to his lips. He swallowed, letting the burning sensation spike down his throat.

After those morning meetings, he needed something to loosen him up.

Lionel pursed her lips into a sly smile and gave him a wink. “You’ll see”. 

She wouldn’t elaborate too keenly on the full details of her previous meeting in the conference room.  Some things were better left unsaid. The surprise would hit the dance captain soon enough. 

At the right moment and at the perfect time.

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Holding the ball between both hands, Derek eyed the basket from where he stood. He prepped his feet back before jumping up and releasing the ball. It bounced around the rim a little before swishing into the basket smoothly.

“Jumpshot”, he said to himself, proudly.

He was relieved to be away from all those reporters. Right after that Ellen interview aired there were more than a dozen online blog outlets calling for his take on what happened. Derek didn’t know how many times his agent had to say ‘No’ before they understood. 

While blogs took it as a chance to pounce on the Devil, fans took it as a chance to clown him. That slap had been on YouTube replay for the past hour and parody videos were already starting to be released. For once, the Emperor felt like he wasn’t the one laughing at something but the something everyone was laughing at. 

He was staying as far away from social media as he could with things going the way they were right now. He’d wait until he got the okay from his agent.

Derek prepared himself to reach for the ball when he caught sight of a pair of bronze strap heels standing near the basket. 

His gaze didn’t have to take him further to know that it was Ahsha. 

“I thought you would be in here”, Ahsha remarked, half smiling at him. 

Without realizing it, Derek let a genuine grin play against his lips. He hadn’t been expecting her. After having breakfast together yesterday morning at  her apartment, the two had yet to determine where things stood between them. Derek was positive there was still something there for them to explore. He wasn’t so sure if Ahsha thought the same. 

“Shooting hoops?” she raised a brow at him curiously.

“Yeah”, he nodded, his eyes never leaving hers.

Ahsha waited a moment, gathering her thoughts. “I saw the interview”, she stated.

Her warm brown eyes lingered on him for a moment. She didn’t give a second thought to making her way closer to him. 

Derek’s eyes fell lowly. He didn’t know what to expect her reaction to be. Ahsha could be a very complicated woman sometimes. Where at times what he assumed her reactions to be were far, far from what she actually had. He’d spent enough of his pre-adult life trying to figure out this woman. 

“And?” he offered, baiting her to continue.

He heard her heavy sigh and turn her head to the bleachers. 

“And...I felt guilty”, she spoke truthfully.

His eyes narrowed in confusion. Guilty? 

He had no idea where that sentiment could possibly be coming from, if anything that was what he should be feeling; among others. 

“I felt guilty knowing that I pushed myself on you like this to get you and in return I didn’t think about what it would do to her. What it would make her look like”, she continued, her gaze dropped to the court pattern. She couldn’t bring her face to look directly at him. It was a mixed feeling of shame and embarrassment, emotions she never held before. 

“Pushed yourself on me? Ahsha what are you talking about?” Derek repeated, growing more and more confused. He was finding it hard to grasp the meaning of her words. It was like throwing a coin over a wall that just kept bouncing back to you. Useless.

“Derek, when I saw you again that day. My first time in the arena, I...I just missed you. A lot. I wanted you back but you know how I am, I don’t try to come off too needy. That’s not for me”, she confessed, her voice felt shaky and her lips felt numb.

Something she swore herself not to do but couldn’t help herself in that moment. The admission made her feel entirely weak and powerless. Ahsha always had a strong hatred for those women who spent close to an hour telling a man they loved them and wanted to be with them and try again, and all that shit. To her, a woman was meant to exert confidence not let herself be low and demeaned into submission but standing there she forgot all her previous theories. 

All her previous “golden rules”, all her previous relationship philosophies, and most importantly all her previous restrictions from having what she needed the most in her life.

Derek.

“And?” Derek asked again, fighting to keep his sly smirk buried. Ahsha had no idea how relieved her words made him. He was no longer empty or lost like he had been that morning. 

Standing here on the court listening to the woman he loved confess to these feelings was better than any amount of money he could ever have. And he meant that. 

“And..I was thinking after you apologized to that girl maybe we could talk about working this out. Only after”, she finished, letting her eyes drift finally up to his own. 

Derek was smiling all through this until he heard the word apologize. His eyebrows formed a knotted frown. 

“Why do you want me to apologize to her? I thought you didn’t care for her”, he wondered, crossing his arms against his chest.

“Oh, don’t worry I don’t care about that bitch but how you did her was foul. And while it is very wrong of me to take you from her like this, it’s also wrong of you to humiliate her like that. Ho’s are ho’s but at the end of the day we’re all women and we do have feelings”, she emphasized the last part. The way she had her left brow raised at him defied her words exactly.

She meant that.

Derek nodded acceptingly. He wasn’t at odds with apologizing to Dahlia but he didn’t know if she would be willing to accept it. The Dahlia he had experienced at Ellen certainly wasn’t.

“Fine and then...we talk about us?” Derek prompted. He gave her a teasing look.

“Look Derek if you’re just gonna keep playing me then you can kiss my ass. I don’t ha...”, she was cut off from insulting him when he pulled her into his chest. He wrapped an arm around her waist and placed his head in the crook of her neck. 

“I missed you too”, he whispered in her ear. 

Hearing his deep voice melted Ahsha even more against his tall frame. His favorite cologne scent and the warmth that resonated from his body to her own couldn’t have made her feel more at home. 

He was her home.

****Just A Lil' Visual****

Since Naya Rivera was cast as Dahlia...

[abittoosweetie]

Slam Dunk Chapter Three

You guys didn’t think I’d be this quick with editing, did you? Neither did I haha. Okay, you guys have waited long enough for this chapter, here it is!

Slam Dunk Chapter 3

Previously on Slam Dunk

“So, tell me more about this Francesca.”

Chapter 3

"She's great. She's a doctor. A vet, actually. A huge animal lover, and she's such a sweet person." Derek answers, his face lights up as he talks about the woman.

Ahsha feels jealousy running though her body as Derek concludes his comment. How dare another woman though her body as Derek concludes his comment. How dare another woman enter the picture when the wounds of the divorce haven't even healed?

"Has she met the kids yet?" She inquires, crossing her arms over her thin frame.

The thought of Derek welcoming another woman in the presence of their kids scared her. The kids having two women they call mom, worries her more than she will ever admit.

"We've talked about her meeting the kids and she's a little nervous about it, she doesn't want them thinking she's taking you place." The dancer folds her arms and rolls her eyes.

"Sure, she doesn't." She scoffs, alarming Derek at the change in behavior.

"Aren't you happy for me?" He asks, wondering if she is jealous and throws his head into his hands. Having Ahsha jealous was not part of his plan.

"How dare you Derek," Ahsha starts through clenched teeth. "You just had sex with me in here and then you tell me about this new girl right after when I thought we would be able to fix this thing between us, and then have the nerve to ask if I'm happy for you!"

"Look we can always be friends, Ahsh."

The dancer drops down to the floor, pulling her knees up to her head and throws her head into her lap no longer wanting to hear Derek’s mouth.

"Ahsha?"

"Can you stop talking?" She angrily snaps, slightly hurting Derek's feelings.

"I-"

"Derek!" She screams out once again, ready to bash the man's head against the wall.

The young ex lovers sit on the floor, shoulders touching, with words unspoken gracing the tip of their tongues.

Ahsha Hayes-Roman thought she had moved on from her ex husband of seventeen years but was obviously proven wrong. The love that she had for Derek ran deeper than her heart could ever allow at the moment.

To say she was not bothered by Francesca, no matter how sweet the woman was, is an understatement. The mere thought of Derek's lips on another woman's made her insides turn.

"Derek?" Ahsha asks as another silent moment passes the two of them.

"Yeah?"

Ahsha shakes her head and places it into her palms, not being able to stomach losing Derek and brings her knees up to her chest. The reality of being stuck in an elevator with her ex husband put the queasy feeling back into her stomach all over again.

"Are you okay?" Derek asks as he noticed Ahsha's breathing growing heavier.

Hot tears of fear and anger rush down his ex wife's face, slightly alarming him.

The light in the elevator shuts off only to be replaced by a small light in the ceiling.

"I'm fine!" She barks back, wiping her face.

"Have you forgotten that I know you off the back of my hand? You're not fine." Derek states in a calm matter, pissing Ahsha off all the more.

An aggravated Ahsha slams her hands down on the floor of the elevator, ready to smack Derek all over again.

The former baller inches closer to his ex wife and crosses his arms, looking down on her. "Ahsha."

A loud, aggravated sigh escapes the woman's lips. "Can you please, please, please, please, please, please, please, stop talking?" She pleads, quoting the famous Ernest Hemingway's Hills Like White Elephants.

"Hemingway. Nice."

Ahsha picks her head up and brings her hand up to smack Derek's smug smile off his attractive face, when Mr. Handsome himself grabs her hand in his.

She frowns and tries to remove her hand from his, so Derek furthers his teasing. Making his ex wife squirm was something that made Derek quite proud.

Ahsha climbs into Derek's lap, still trying to free her hand. "Can you let go?" She asks, nearly shouting.

Realizing that her other hand is freed, she repeats the same cycle, when Derek grabs her other hand in his as well.

"You are an ass."

"And you're not?" He tells her, leaning closer to her, effortlessly taking the breath out her lungs.

"You and this cocky attitude. I honestly don't know why I ever married..." Derek cuts Ahsha off, chuckling as he leans his forehead against Ahsha’s, still holding on to her hands.

"You don't know why you married me?" He quizzes as her breath hitches in her throat.

"I-I..." The dancer stutters, amusing the man who is holding her hostage.

"You what?"

The elevator lights flicker back on and starts to move down, alarming the ex couple who had expected this affair to last all night.

The two silently wait for the elevator to reach the first floor, the events that occurred in the elevator were enough to traumatize both of them.

It was enough to keep them coming back to each other.

"Where'd you park?" Derek asks, noticing how dark it is outside as he heads to his car.

"I'm just around the corner."'

Derek stops dead in his tracks and looks at his ex wife who is about to go the opposite way from him.

"I can drive you there. I don't feel safe with you walking around the corner this late at night."

"I'll be fine."

Having no time for Ahsha and her stubbornness, Derek grabs her hand and leads her to his car. To say sparks didn't ignite inside these two when they touched would be an exaggeration.

"I'm not going to let you do that." He answers, slightly turning Ahsha on with the tired and aggressive bass in his voice.

"I'm sorry, since when are you allowed to play my guardian angel? I don't need to be babied."

"Can you stop being so stubborn?"

"Stubborn? Derek I can walk by myself."

Derek grabs the bridge of his nose as he gets to Ahsha's side of the car to open the door for her.

"And what? You get snatched? I’ll never see you again? The kids wouldn't be able to live with that." He answers, truthfully, also hiding the fact that he'd be heartbroken if something happened to his first love. Having something happen to Ahsha would tear him to pieces as well.

Ahsha Hayes-Roman is more than just his ex wife of seventeen years. She was one of the best friends that he has ever had, someone he confided in at all times. To lose someone as amazing as Ahsha all over again would be difficult for the man to handle.

A scoff escapes those perky lips as the dancer gets into the back seat car to avoid smacking her ex husband for the second time that night. "What about you?" She asks. Ignoring her question, Derek looks over and sees a certain someone calling him.

"Oh, no. Allow me to answer it." Ahsha smirks and grabs the phone, threatening to answer it, when Derek leaps into the car to grab the phone.

He reaches for Ahsha's stunned hand and grabs the phone, locking it and throwing it across from her in the driver's seat.

The woman lets out a loud sigh, leaving the man in front of her quite amused.

"Are you jealous?" Derek asks cockily, grinning at his ex wife.

"Of her? Oh please. We both know I can love you better than she can." She says with an amused expression on her face.

One thing that Derek Roman appreciates about Ahsha is her inability to realize that she admits nothing but the whole truth when she is completely exhausted.

"Oh, really?"

Ahsha rolls her eyes and slams her lips onto her ex husband's, taking Derek both by surprise for a second. Naturally Derek's hands fall where they have always fell whenever they kissed with this much power and force, straight to the hem of Ahsha's bottoms.

Derek moves his lips to Ahsha's jawline, kissing her all the way up to her ear. "And how is that?" He growls before snaking his large hands into her shirt and up her sports bra.

"I've known you since we were kids. Of all people you'd be an open book with, it..." she is cut off by Derek quickly removing and throwing her sports bra to the floor.

"Continue." He urges as his hot breath hits Ahsha's hard areola, making her jump a bit.

"Was always me. I know you better than you know yourself." She replies, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

Getting emotional in front of her ex husband was enough to make her quiet. Little did she know, her ex husband felt the same.

So much for saying she knows him off the back of his hand.

To distract herself, she pulls Derek's face back up and peppers his soft pillow-like lips with kisses as she pulls his pants down, taking his hard piece into her small hands.

Derek becomes putty in Ahsha's hands, making her smile against his lips when he moans while kissing her. Moving her hands even faster, Ahsha closes her eyes as Derek pulls her closer, continuing to mess with the hem of her leggings.

Leaving Derek at his peak, Ahsha moves her hand slower, tightening up her grip even more. Derek struggles to hold on and lightly bites down on Ahsha's shoulder, sexily moaning in his ex wife’s ear.

Derek's warm liquids spill over Ahsha's hand which she shrugs off.

"I'm sick of these leggings." Derek expresses out loud, coming off his high and pulls down Ahsha's black leggings along with her lacy navy blue thong.

"Wearing Vic for me, I see." He teasers, causing Ahsha to laugh and roll her eyes at him.

"Sure, Derek." She jokes while Derek moves hard piece up and down Ahsha's center, teasing her. He connects their lips together, running his tongue across her bottom lip. Their mouths continue to explore each other's as Derek continues to tease Ahsha.

Quiet moans escape the dancer's lips as the man slowly slides himself inside of her.

Ahsha starts to grind her hips on Derek's hard piece, turning him on even more by her slow wind.

Derek matches Ahsha's slow movements, looking into her brown eyes filled with more than just lust but with something neither of them can admit, love.

Ahsha places her hands on his stubbly jaws causing Derek to kiss her again as he quietly moans into the kiss.

The two move to open mouth kisses accompanied by Ahsha's fast breathing due to Derek changing the pace.

The man can barely hold on inside of Ahsha's slick core and pumps wildly, taking the dancer by surprise.

Derek removes one hand from Ahsha's waist and uses the other to stimulate her even further, nearly making her cry from pleasure. To add to this, he pulls away from the dancer's swollen pink lips and moves down to the sweet spot on her neck.

"Shit. Shit. Shittttttt." Ahsha whimpers as she is close to her peak, shaking her legs.

"I know." Derek whispers, his voice sounding a mixture of tired and close to his peak as well.

Derek continues to thrust even faster, nearly causing Ahsha to fall out of the seat, amusing them both.

Fingernails bore into his back and shoulders as his pace slows down and he releases himself into his former lover at the same time she did.

Coming off their high, Derek lovingly bores his eyes into Ahsha's, his heart melting at her tired beauty.

He carefully lifts her up and slides out of her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

The two dress themselves all over again and sit next to each other, completely silent about the event that had just taken place.

The love filled silence lasts until a cell phone rings with a concerned veterinarian calling. The two scramble for the phone when Ahsha grabs it and answers it, placing it up to her ear and hears a soft voice on the other end.

"Hey. I was just calling to see if you were okay. It's not like you to not answer your phone." The woman on the other end says.

Out of instinct, Ahsha answers the phone. "Yeah, Derek's fine. Who is this?"

"I'm sorry, who are you? Oh, I must have the wrong number!" The girl frantically replies, shaking now that she heard Ahsha's voice which did not sound amused or pleasant.

"I'm Ahsha. Who are you?" She asks in an irritated manner as Derek tries to grab the phone from her again. Keeping the man in check, Ahsha holds her hand up.

"I'm Francesca. It's good that Derek's fine. Thanks for letting me know."

Ahsha rolls her eyes at the woman's sickeningly sweet voice. "Why is she so nice?" She asks herself.

"Mhm." Ahsha answers, what is this, jealousy? The woman had never had a jealous bone in her body when it came to females, she had gotten her fair share of them for eighteen years. What makes this any different? Derek was now attracted to another woman and that right there put the jealous bone in her body.

"Okay, well, see ya."

"Byeeee." Ahsha drags out, hanging up the phone and passes it to a pissed off Derek.

Francesca's house

The woman on the other end of that phone call sits in bed with her legs up to her chest as her best friend Claire walks into the room with a pint of ice cream.

"Ces, what's wrong?" She asks, seeing the woman looking upset and disturbed about the events that went down.

"I spoke to Ahsha." She simply states before laying down, not wanting any parts of Claire's company nor her suggestions.

"What did she say?"

"Derek's fine, but Claire, I'm certain that he's still in love with her and I'm just the distraction." Francesca buries her head in her hands, ready to go to bed.

"You can't just jump to a conclusion like t-" The brunette cuts her best friend off and starts to speak. Who was Claire to tell her that she jumped to conclusions when she didn't even hear one bit of the awkward conversation on the phone?

"Ahsha answered the phone! Why would Derek be with her if he didn't still love her?" She asks, feeling fed up with her best friend trying to get her to open up. If Francesca Rose Hill wanted to be stubborn, she could be without her best friend getting in her way, but the two knew that was not going to happen.

"Fran."

"Claire. I'm over it and I'm going to bed. Goodnight."

"But Fran." Claire calls again, trying to get her quiet best friend to open up more.

"Goodnight, Claire!" Francesca screams, her voice cracking, breaking her best friend's heart.

The blonde simply walks out of the room feeling glum as her best friend cuddles with her dog and heads to bed with her broken heart.

Kyle's house

"She's still not answering." Kyle huffs as she shoves a handful of popcorn into her mouth after marching downstairs for a midnight snack.

"I'm telling you, she's being dicked down by Derek right now." Jelena jokes, trying to provide some light to this situation.

"Maybe we should call Derek?" The blonde suggests, rubbing her temples.

Jelena reaches for her iPhone 7 and starts to dial the familiar number in her phone and waits for an answer. "Put it on three way." Jelena suggests.

Derek and Ahsha

"Who told you to answer my phone?" Derek asks again, boring his eyes into the woman seated next to him wearing a smug smile.

"What? She wanted to know if you were okay and that's exactly what I told her." Ahsha replies as Derek answers Kyle's call. The man chuckles at the response given by his former wife and looks at her, putting his phone down.

"Whether you like it or not Ahsha, I'm moving on and I'm not going to let you get in the way of that."

"The divorce papers aren't even finalized yet and you're thinking about moving on. We just had sex and you're thinking about moving on. You should've clarified that before we got this far." Ahsha snaps, throwing her hands up and feeling heated about what happened.

"Had you not thrown yourself on me..."

The woman practically freezes, ready to go crazy, but allows herself some composure.

"Don't you dare say I threw myself on you! Was it not you who kissed me first, or stayed in the rehearsal studio with me? Was it not you who had sex with me? Derek, we both know you could've left. Don't try me today." She says, rubbing her temples. The man is speechless and looks away from Ahsha, feeling guilty for what he said to her.

The couple stay quiet in the car and hear a woman's thick country accent in the background.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Kyle." Ahsha says, awkwardly. Hearing her best friend on the other end of that phone was enough to catch her off guard. It was enough to put her back into check about her actions.

"Ahsha, where are you?"

"Derek and I got stuck in the elevator at work. I'm on my way over now. Derek was just driving me back to my car since I'm parked far."

On the other end of the phone, the blonde looks over at her best friend, raising her eyebrows at her and scrambles to find a response. The three women knew inside that the situation Ahsha kept throwing herself into was something

"Okay. I'll see you when you get here babe." Kyle answers before hanging up the phone feeling a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach in regards to her best friend.

Derek stuffs his phone into his pocket and looks at Ahsha.

"Let's go." He says in a cold manner, making Ahsha shiver a bit.

The businessman starts the car and drives around the corner to his ex wife's black Jeep and watches her scramble for her things.

"Thanks for driving me." Ahsha mumbles, feeling her body numb at Derek's cold manner towards her.

The man doesn't say a word as she climbs out of his car and back into her own. He waits for her to start her car, an interesting gesture, and drives back home to call his upset girlfriend.

Ahsha lets out an exasperated sigh and makes the familiar route to her house, quietly playing Banks’ Better as the sun starts to rise, concentrating on the deep lyrics.

How couldn’t you see?

All the water’s cold

While you lied to me

You hide in a hole

And why don’t you see?

Baby try, try to see

I can love you better than she can

The young mother arrives home around five in the morning, feeling her heart break as she climbs into her cold fluffy bed, wishing the man she once loved was by her side all over again.

Derek Roman is officially, unofficially, hers to have and to hold, forever. Or not.

I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter and I hope it was well worth the wait!

Thank you for reading :)

[abittoosweetie]

Slam Dunk Chapter 2

I’m back! I had the worst case of writer’s block (always happens for some reason) and a super busy past two weeks, along with a birthday!

I deeply apologize for keeping you guys waiting on this chapter (well two chapters because I said I would have chapter 3 up, but that has yet to be written) but here it is! 

If you haven’t read chapter 1 yet, here is the link.

Thank you all for being so patient with me, and for leaving reviews, reblogs, and likes!

Let’s get on with chapter 2 now!

It had been two weeks since the incident at the Roman mansion and Ahsha Hayes had been a roller coaster of emotions. The routine of smiling throughout the day and being up all night became her new norm.

As her best friends, Jelena and Kyle made it an effort to spend as much time as they could with Ahsha, making sure that she was not spinning out on her heartbroken emotions.

On Friday nights while the kids spent time with Derek for the weekend the three young mothers would get together and have wine and pizza night. Last weekend, wine and pizza night turned out to be an utter fail when Ahsha sobbed uncontrollably, giving Jelena and Kyle a sense of lost hope.

"We need a plan." Jelena says as she takes a sip of her Starbucks cold brew.

"What? Torture her into talking about the divorce?" Kyle jokingly assumes. Jelena frowns at her best friend who stuffs a piece of pound cake in her mouth.

"I say we stage an intervention with the both of them." Kyle says, making Jelena almost choke on her coffee.

"Are you crazy? She'd never do that."

"That's the point, J, she won't. Look we know how stubborn Ahsha is, and we know how stubborn Derek is as well. Making them talk it out would work."

"But how are we going to get them together?" Jelena inquires, cooking up a plan in her devious little head of her’s.

"Maybe the guys can help us." Kyle suggests. Little does Mrs. Hart-Wall know, the guys would become great help.

Another successful weekend set the tone for a successfully great week at work for Ahsha. Pizza and wine night gave the young mother something to look forward to and seemed to make the work week go by quickly for Ahsha.

The thing that she enjoyed most about her job is that she could dance and unwind, and do what she loves to do best, help people develop a love for dance.

Little does she know, this Friday night holds different plans.

"Are you guys excited for pointe tonight?" She asks her class of ten advanced pointe dancers who put their pointe shoes on after an hour of stretching. The last twenty minutes of her dance class are usually spent going over choreography.

The girls sigh and nod their heads, making Ahsha giggle. No one said pointe was easy, putting your feet into a small boxed shoe and standing on your toes hurt.

You're also expected to dance perfect as well. Does pointe still sound fun? To Ahsha, it was a dream come true when she first took pointe.

Ahsha's feet are sore, having just got out of teaching her five PM beginner's pointe class. Among the students in the beginner's pointe class is Mackenzie who adores standing on her toes.

Derek opposed the idea of seeing his little girl on her toes at ten and a half years old, but with reassurance and convincing thanks to Katharine and Kyle, his mind was at ease. Ahsha is his daughter's mother and that made him trust that his baby girl was in great hands.

The young mother laces her shoes and tucks the laces underneath each other. Taking a sigh she stands en pointe, doing frappe's and battements while waiting for her students to finish lacing their shoes.

"Okay let's start." Ahsha tells her class once her last student finishes tying her shoes.

"We’re going to practice going up in relevé and holding it while trying to move our hips." She tells them and demonstrates. The whole class joins in.

"Perfect. Next we're going to work on simple chaîné turns across the floor. Together, for the few of you afraid of going across individually." She says and looks at her students who put their heads down.

"Hey. I've been there. Even when I was a Devil Girl." She implies, cheering up her students who love to hear about her Devil Girl stories.

The dancers go across the floor in their chaîné turns and then work on their pirouettes.

"Okay, now the recital piece." Ahsha excitedly chimes.

The girls move across the floor in sync, making their dance teacher proud.

Ahsha notices some of her dancers looking sore and exhausted, she looks at the clock and notices that class is over for the day. "That's enough pointe work for today. Remember ladies, Wednesday is the last pointe class before recital week so it's very important that you're here."

The girls, including Ahsha eagerly take off their pointe shoes. Ahsha takes off her gel pads and put them back into her shoes. "I need to try lambs wool." She tells herself.

"I'll see you guys next week." She says as each one of her students waves goodbye to her and leaves for the week.

"See you next week Ms. Ahsha!"

"See you later, Ashley!" Ahsha calls out, taking a sigh of relief that she is done for the night.

It is now seven o'clock and Ahsha decides that she does not want to leave the dance studio yet. Pizza and wine can wait another hour or so.

Putting on her shoes, she grabs her belongings and places them by the door. "Thank God I grabbed everything before leaving my office." She says to herself.

A particular person stands outside of the window watching their ex wife's hips sway to the music and dance fluidly as if she was on air. Ahsha does a dip to the floor and continues dancing her heart out without knowledge of the business man's presence.

Derek stands and watches as Ahsha continues to move across the floor, turning him on with every move she makes.

He walks into the room as the song changes to the sexy tango playlist on her phone. Ahsha goes into ballet, still keeping up the sexy choreography. She spins and grabs her leg, holding it over her head. Letting go of her leg, she leaps into a firebird.

"Oh my God!" She screams and turns off the music, clutching her chest, now aware of the presence of her former lover.

Derek can't help but laugh at his ex wife's scared reaction and closes the door behind him.

"I came to pay for the girls' dance classes and heard the music playing. I wanted to see if you were up here." He replies nervously, biting his lip.

Ahsha breathes out and nods her head. "Okay. Thank you for letting me know." She says, adding a light chuckle.

"Listen, about what happened two weeks ago..." Ahsha starts to cut him off, still feeling a little bothered about what happened between them.

"It was out of line, I know. It will never happen again."

Derek's face falls and he feels his stomach hit his feet. "I wasn't going to say..." Cutting him off again, Ahsha starts to speak what comes to her mind.

"Then what were you going to say, Derek? He speaks! After a year the man finally has words coming out of his mouth! Wow."

He shakes his head and starts again. "If you would let me finish, we can get somewhere."

Ahsha pushes past Derek and grabs her things walks out the door, leaving him behind her. Not a care in the world crossed Ahsha's mind when it came to Derek's thoughts.

"Ahsha!"

"You know, I find it hilarious how you have so much to say now, but you spent two years barely saying a word to me. The only time we ever had some form of communication was when it came to our kids!" She shouts at him, taking him aback by her actions.

"I didn't mean..."

"I don't want to hear that you didn't mean it! You hurt me Derek! You mean to tell me that you didn't mean to hurt me? What about the kids? You didn't mean to hurt them either?" Ahsha quizzes, tears threatening to fall down her face.

The two make it to the elevator and Derek presses the down button.

"I'm not getting on that elevator with you." She snaps, quickly wiping her tears away.

"The stairs are under maintenance, what are you going to do? Take the window?" Ahsha rolls her eyes at Derek's sarcastic comment and silently waits for the elevator.

“I’d gladly jump out the window to avoid seeing your face again, but we all can’t get what we want.” She bitterly retorts.

The elevator took a few seconds to come but to Ahsha it felt like eternity. The sooner she could be out of the presence of her ex husband, the better.

Derek lets Ahsha step on the elevator first and he steps on right after. Ahsha clicks the button for the first floor and crosses her arms.

The tension between the two is entirely too difficult to cut with a knife and being in this elevator does not help.

“Why are you so bitter?”

A cold chuckle leaves Ahsha’s plump lips. “Don’t ask me that.”

Ahsha sighs as the elevator starts to move, thinking about how she would be able to get away from Derek.

The lights in the elevator flicker, startling Ahsha. The elevator makes a loud screeching noise and comes to a complete halt at the second floor.

Throwing her head into her hands, Ahsha sighs and places her bags down. She lets out a groan and starts to hyperventilate, being stuck in tight enclosed spaces has always freaked her out.

"Where's your phone?" Ahsha asks. Derek touches his pockets and his eyes widen.

"I left it in my truck."

"Of course you did. You know, if it wasn't for you, we wouldn't be stuck in this predicament."

"No, no. I wouldn't be stuck in this predicament, but you would. Hey, I'm just here to keep you company." Derek continues, getting a kick out of catching Ahsha with her own words.

"Well thank you so much for being my knight in shining armor. You're ever so kind!" She sarcastically yells.

"What did I do to you? What's up with the attitude?"

Ahsha feels her blood fuming and she clenches her fists.

"What did you do? We had sex after two years! Two fucking years, Derek! We were married, things were going great between us, and you let whatever you had going on get in the middle of it. You lied to me, kept secrets, and shut me out. How do you come back and act like nothing ever happened?" Ahsha asks.

Derek instantly grabs Ahsha and presses a kiss to her lips in the dark elevator. He backs her up against the wall and moves his lips down her body.

"You really think that I'm about to have sex with you in this eleva..." Ahsha starts. She is cut off by Derek hitting her weak spot, making her squirm at his touch.

"Fuck." She says under her breath as Derek's fingers find the swollen gland in between her legs. He picks her legs up, removing her shoes.

Ahsha's nails dig into Derek's back as his hands do the work on her body.

"You're not supposed to be doing this." She scolds herself as Derek's kisses become firmer, making her cry out in pleasure.

The dancer becomes clay in Derek's hands as he slides his fingers into her parts.

The heated situation goes completely over Ahsha's head and before she knows it, she pulls down Derek's pants.

Her moans turn into loud screams as Derek's movements become faster. With one swift hand, he pulls Ahsha's underwear and leggings off.

Without thought, he slides his wet fingers out of his ex wife and licks the juices off his fingers as Ahsha tries to catch her breath.

"Jump." He says, his voice deep, laced with lust.

The dancer jumps and Derek catches her, sliding himself right into her wet, slick folds.

"And what was that you said about not having sex with me in here?" Derek whispers in his ex lover's ear, turning her on with his dark, sexy voice.

Losing her voice in the presence of her ex husband was unexpected, but the hold he has over her is inevitable.

"Fuck!" She screams in his ear once again as he pounds harder against her. Losing his balance, Derek slams Ahsha's back onto the wall causing her to gasp for air in the hot elevator.

Derek's hot, minty breath against her chest was enough to send the dancer into overdrive. She clings to her ex lover's neck as his sloppy kisses on her neck turn into possessive love bites.

"I'm close." She whispers in his ear as he pounds her harder.

"You can release when I tell you." He whispers back huskily, trailing his rough kisses down to her perky breasts.

Ahsha closes her eyes and succumbs to the sensation on her body.

Derek boldly nibbles lightly on Ahsha's hard areolas causing her to nearly fall down the wall.

"Shittttt!" She groans as he moves to the other breast, repeating his actions with more aggression.

"Please, Derek!"

The former baller’s warm liquids seep down Ahsha’s legs as he continues to thrust hard against her body, making her envious.

Knowing Ahsha would lose control, Derek's finger slowly traces Ahsha's throbbing vulva as his rough movements continue.

The dancer's red fingernails bore into the tall man's back as she bites his shoulder hard to avoid calling his name once more.

"What was that?" Derek teases as Ahsha squirms underneath him in pure ecstasy. She shakes her head as his fingers grown more firm against her body.

"Nothing." She whimpers and crashes her lips against his, causing Derek to chuckle.

Derek bites Ahsha's lip as he caresses her back, making her shiver. The dancer's hot minty breath hits Derek's face as his left hand squeezes Ahsha's bare ass.

"Go." He whispers. Ahsha nearly collapses as she climaxes, tightly holding on to Derek.

There is nothing Derek Roman loves more than watching Ahsha squirm underneath him.

He removes his hand from her center and slides out of her, capturing his lips with hers, letting her come down from her high.

"Ahsha, what the hell are you doing?"

"What do I mean what am I doing? I needed this. Right, but I'm also no longer married to him." Ahsha contemplates back and forth to herself.

Taking a deep breath along with gathering her thoughts, she pulls away from her ex husband's body, grabbing her maroon laced thong and leggings.

The two awkwardly change into their undergarments and athletic wear without mumbling a word to each other.

"Ahsha, I didn't mean for this to happen." Derek sighs.

"What? You doing me on the elevator? Or doing me in our old house? Not speaking to me about something other than the kids until now?" She scoffs.

"Yeah." He answers cockily, causing Ahsha to bore daggers into his face with her glare. If looks could kill, Derek Roman would be on his way to his deathbed.

"And why is that? I was fulfilling all your little pleasures, right? What? I should've blown you instead, right? That would’ve made you happier." She sarcastically remarks.

"No! No, no. Ahsha, calm down."

"Then what is it Derek? I deserve the truth after the way things ended with the divorce." She implies, making Derek shake.

"Look Ahsha, I'm in the process of getting to know someone right now and I really don't want what you and I are doing to ruin the chances of she and I starting a relationship."

Ahsha nods her head and purses her lips as Derek talks about the mystery lady. “I see.”

"Her name is Francesca and she..." Derek Roman is cut off with a smack to the face, his mouth hung open, while a rage filled Ahsha feels sick to her stomach.

Back at her apartment, a woman sits by her phone waiting for a certain businessman to call her phone.

"Have you heard from him yet?" Her best friend asks her as she takes a seat next to her while the soft sounds of Banks' Someone New plays on the record player.

"Nope. He must be busy with his kids."

The woman's best friend nods her head at the comment.

"How do you feel about them, better yet, his ex wife?"

The woman takes a deep breath and answers the hard, yet deep question that the other woman asked.

"They're adorable. I haven't met them yet, but they look so sweet. Their mother, Ahsha, and Derek were married for seventeen years. I haven't met her either but she seems so down to earth, I don't want to feel like I'd be taking her place, you know, Claire?"

Claire takes her blonde hair and places it into a high messy bun. "It's too late for that, Francesca, but look, Ahsha will be fine." The thought of tearing a family apart shakes Francesca to the core, for the sale of Claire she ignores her feelings.

Little does Claire know, Ahsha’s two best friends have just spoken those same four words.

"I'm sure she's at the dance studio." Jelena chimes into her phone as she eats a piece of her flaky croissant.

"She would've called by now."

"Kyle, Ahsha's fine, she's probably getting dicked down right now. She’s allowed to skip pizza night for D-Ro’s D." She teases, making her best friend laugh.

"Mommy, what's di-"

"Joshua Adam Hart! Go back to bed!" She shrieks, scaring the poor five year old.

"Babe, he was just curious." Zero teases, wrapping his arms around his wife's waist and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Yeah, don't yell at my nephew." Kyle pipes, making the couple laugh.

"You can have him. Come get your brother too." She teases, pressing a kiss to Zero's lips.

The two women sigh over the phone.

"The kids are over Sloane and Pete’s and tomorrow they’ll be at John and Eleanor’s then there’s cake and ice cream for Ken’s birthday We can postpone pizza night to tomorrow night and have it at your place. I just want Ahsha to be happy." Jelena responds, feeling her heart breaking.

"She deserves to be happy, J. Wait why is pizza night at my house tomorrow?"

“Because we all know how much T misses his bro and how much my little nieces and nephew miss their cousins.” She teases.

Kyle giggles and playfully rolls her eyes as Terrence climbs into bed with her and kisses her shoulder. “Fine, pizza night at my house it is.”

The thought of pizza night crosses Ahsha’s mind as her stomach growls, but food quickly becomes the last thing on her mind. The elevator grows hot and clammy as Ahsha's insides turn, making her feel faint and nauseous.

"So, tell me more about this Francesca."

[abittoosweetie]

Addickted: The Aftermath

Hello fellow Addickted readers! I’ve missed you guys so much! Now that school is completely out of the way, I have my writing groove back!

Writing this story has been such a roller coaster but I wouldn’t have traded it for the world. This was my first time cowriting and it has been a fun and stressful process and I loved every bit of it. I hope that you guys had fun reading our series and have enjoyed it! I’m so sad to see this story come to an end, but hey, @msnefie-honeylove21 needs to write Rainfall (I’m so excited for it!) and I have to write Slam Dunk.

Let me stop getting emotional and let you guys read!

Here is the last chapter of Addickted, we hope you guys enjoy!

It had been a year since Ahsha had her interaction with Derek in the kitchen at five in the morning on that rainy morning. Upon hearing the news of Ahsha’s past, Derek felt hurt that Ahsha had not told him about the incident yet

“And when I told him everything that happened, he took the news pretty hard, but eventually he came to an understanding about my addiction,” Ahsha concludes, taking a sigh of relief. She looks up and sees her husband’s smiling face standing by the door having just come from work. She waves at him and he makes his way over to her, sitting down and pulling her into a hug. 

“I hope I didn’t miss too much.” He whispers to her.

The members of the SAA meeting look at Ahsha, bittersweetly. One member raises his hand to talk, “And what about your friend Cory? Your business? How is that going? Where are Quinton as well as Jelena?”

Ahsha offers a chuckle and Derek rubs her back for support. Him coming to today’s meeting was something huge for Ahsha, she did not feel the need to hide the secret meetings from her husband and for once she felt free.

One year later and Mrs. Roman is already in training as an SAA discussion leader, today’s discussion is just the beginning.

“Cory’s good. Because of Derek and I telling him about the meetings we have here and how it’s been helping his marriage, he felt lead to go to counseling as well. From there, he was surprisingly able to get his ex-wife Jasmine to join him and they’ve just started dating again, taking things slow, but it’s such a huge step for them.” Ahsha runs her fingers through her hair.

“The business is good, Kyle and I have mended our twenty something year friendship and we are back and better than ever. One of our dancers just booked an audition for a major dance film, and we give credit to where it’s due, our amazing instructors. I love my job, especially having my best friend by my side helping me. Speaking of instructors, Quinton’s time at our studio was finished and he moved to a new studio, we needed a new instructor and Jelena applied for the position. She is currently teaching our three-year-old students and she’s such a little light to our company, I say little because she is tiny.” The whole room erupts into laughter which brings joy to Ahsha.

“That’s such an amazing story.” One woman says as she feels herself tearing up. Ahsha looks over at Derek who winks at her.

“Ahsha is a very strong woman, having gone through what she did and then come out smiling is beautiful. It was a work in progress, but she is improving day by day and learning to trust me more. She is a totally different from the woman she was last year. I couldn’t be more proud of her and I’m not just saying that because she’s my wife.” Derek grabs his wife’s hand as she holds her tears back.

Raquel starts to speak up, “Ahsha, you’ve come a long way from the day we met to now. I know sharing your story was frightening, but you did it! You did it and I couldn’t be more proud of you. Derek, I’m glad to see you here as well.”

“Thank you for having me, Dr. Saldana.”

“Well everyone, that’s it for our meeting. If anyone has any further questions to ask Ahsha, she will be glad to answer them for you.”

The whole room claps and everyone grabs their things, making their way out of the meeting.

“Thank you for letting me share my story today.” Ahsha gushes as she heads over to Raquel. The woman pulls the dancer in for a hug.

“I’m so proud of you.” She tells her as she lets her go. To see Ahsha boldly tell her story is something that even she had never seen coming. In order to get to this point, Ahsha had to let go of her stubborn pride and come to face with her past, something that scared her, but she made it through.

“I couldn’t have done this without you.” Raquel squeezes Ahsha’s hand.

“You have such an amazing support system, and I’m so glad to be a part of that as well, so thank you for giving me that opportunity, Ahsha.”

No one else had questions for Ahsha, so she left the SAA meeting hand in hand with her husband. The two head home in their separate cars and are greeted by Jasmine and Cameron waiting for them at the front door.

“Daddy!” Jasmine screams as she rushes into Derek’s arms.

“Hi princess.” He complements and picks the little girl up off the ground, kissing her little face.

“We ate our dinner and finished our homework. Can we watch a movie tonight?” She begs, Ahsha playfully crinkles her face, protesting her daughter’s request.

“Pleaseee?” Jasmine pleads, Cameron joining in too.

Ahsha looks at Derek and back at her two children. “A movie night sounds good.”

And that’s what they did. Sloane bid goodnight to her grandchildren, son in law, and her daughter and headed home to her husband who happily greeted her with dinner while Derek and Ahsha joined their children on the large sectional chair in the den to watch a movie.

“I love this part!” Jasmine says and sings aloud, amusing both parents while Cameron playfully mocks his little sister.

An hour into the two hour movie and everyone is asleep except for Ahsha. She smiles down at Derek who has his head rested on her shoulder, Jasmine who is asleep in Derek’s lap, and Cameron whose head is on her lap.

“God, thank you for giving my family back to me.” She says silently as the movie continues to play in the background, feeling grateful.

Forever grateful for overcoming her addiction.

                                                     The end.

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Slam Dunk Chapter 1 (Sneak Peek)

Welcome to the sequel for Dribble, and the third sequel for Defence! Slam Dunk takes place nine years later and there is a lot of catching up to do. Derek and Ahsha have ended their seventeen year marriage and are in the middle of a divorce and are joint parenting their four children. Will these four children be able to fix their parents relationship? Find out in Slam Dunk.

For now this is the sneak peek. Only because my sister and I are working on a new series that we’re super excited for you guys to read! 

I really hope you guys enjoy this sneak peek!

"Mom, can I stay over Dad's for dinner?" Mackenzie asks Ahsha who just came in from a long day at work at the dance studio. The mom had been working on choreography at her dance studio and was in need of a well deserved nap.

"Yes sweetheart. Where is your brother?"

"He's hanging out with Daddy. Do you want to speak to him?" The nearly eleven year old has a sly smile on her face as she looks at her great aunt, Katharine who is sitting on the chair in the living room.

Ahsha tenses up at the mention of Derek's presence and she finishes putting the papers into their appropriate files.

"No Ken, it's okay. I can just talk to Carter later."

"Ken, is that your mom?" Derek asks as he strolls into the room with Carter at his side, the two just finished watching basketball. Ahsha tenses up.

“Ken I’ll call you back.” She insists to her daughter who is barely paying attention.

"Yeah, here dad!" Mackenzie cheers and practically throws the phone into her father's hands. Derek chuckles at his daughter and shakes his head.

"Thank you Ken."

Derek and Ahsha have not spoken to each other in two years and had just finished with the finalization of their divorce. "Hey." Derek answers the phone, letting out a light chuckle at Ahsha's incoherent rambling on the other end of the phone. He hopes that she says something to him over the phone.

"Hey. Derek, I need go. I'll be at the mansion to pick up the kids around eight, if that's okay." She blurts out and smacks herself in the head for talking, grabbing her laptop.

"Yeah, it's fine Ahsh," Derek answers and his eyes widen at the mention of his ex-wife's nickname, Ahsha's heart skips a beat. "Remember, you're always welcome over for dinner."

"Thanks Derek. I really need to go, I'm in the middle of something important. I'll talk to you later."

"Okay. Talk to you later." Derek retorts.

"Bye." Ahsha says and quickly hangs up the phone. She feels her heart racing once again and feels tears rushing to her eyes. She quickly wipes the tears away before they turn into full on sobs.

"You already cried over him last night. When are you going to stop?" She asks herself, unable to stop the tears from flowing this time.

Her phone rings once again and her heart races as she closes her laptop. She grabs the phone and realizes that Kyle is calling her phone.

"Hey Carebear!" The blonde answers excitedly. Little does Ahsha know, Kyle is making her way up to her condo now.

"Hey."

"Carebear? Spill it." Kyle drills, sensing the tone of her best friend's voice.

"I'm fine Kyle." Kyle's phone cuts off and she knocks on Ahsha's large white door. Ahsha jumps up and opens the door for her best friend.

Kyle walks in and gives her best friend a tight, comforting hug.

"Sister intuition told me you weren't fine which is why I came over. Now spill it." Kyle says as she lets her best friend go and takes a seat next to her on the chair, putting her Celine bag on another chair.

"Derek invited me over for dinner and I don't know if I can go. Kyle I'm not even over him yet." Kyle nods her head in understanding and rubs Ahsha's back.

"I know it's been a year since the divorce and I know how hard it is seeing him everyday and not being able to still jump in his arms and tell him you love him. It's okay to still be upset. Getting over him is going to take some time, take as much of it as you need but don't rush it."

"I still love him." Ahsha admits for the first time since the day of the divorce being finalized.

"And that's okay, love." Ahsha wipes her tears away and wraps her arms tighter around Kyle, holding her close.

Ahsha's phone rings once again and she sees Derek's number pop up on the screen. Kyle gently rubs her back as she picks up the phone.

"Hello." She answers, hiding the fact that she is upset and hears her babies talking.

"Mommy can you please come for dinner? We're having chicken parmgon." Chloe answers.

"Chloe it's parmapon." Lillianna answers, causing Mackenzie and Katharine to crack up at her.

"Sweetheart it's Chicken Parmesan." Mackenzie says before taking the phone. Ahsha sits at the other end of the phone chuckling at her girls.

"Mom can you please come for dinner?"

"Please mom?" Carter says, standing next to his older sister while his father is still busy preparing dinner in the kitchen.

"Pleaseeeee?" All four kids beg, warming Ahsha's heart.

"Fine I'll come to dinner tonight. Auntie Kyle's coming too."

Kyle's face has confusion written all over it. "Okay mommy! I'll talk to you later, bye!" Mackenzie answers before she quickly hangs up the phone, seeing her father walking into the den.

"What are you guys doing?" Derek asks, noticing Mackenzie and Carter's nervous expressions. Chloe and Lillianna look at each other with their eyes wide open.

"Nothing!" The twins say at the same time.

"Chloe and Lilly are up to no good like always." Carter says, causing the twins to give him the side eye.

"They look just like Ahsha." Katharine says out loud as she looks up from her phone, laughing harder as the twins simultaneously roll their eyes at Carter.

"The act just like her too." Mackenzie chimes in and sits next to her great-aunt on the chair.

"I'm going to take the chicken out of the oven. Dinner should be ready in about fifteen minutes." Derek tells everyone and leaves the den.

"Kids." He scoffs as the thought of Ahsha coming for dinner dances over his mind.

Back at her apartment, Ahsha is now tapping away at the emails on her laptop while a million and one questions escape Kyle's lips.

"What if you two get back together again?"

"Kyle."

"Ahsha. I'm just asking Carebear, it's so obvious that you still love him."

"How so?" The mother asks as she stops typing up the roll sheet for tomorrow's hip hop class. The conversation strikes a nerve and she tenses up.

"Shall we talk about when he walked in here with the twins yesterday? You couldn't stop staring at him." Kyle says as Ahsha looks down at her lap.

"Yeah. But."

"There's no buts Carebear. Plus you told me twenty minutes ago that you still love him. Let's go, I'm hungry." The blonde chuckles and wraps her arms around her best friend.

"I'm not driving." Ahsha tells her. The two best friends head out the door and get into Kyle's car.

En route to the mansion, Kyle starts to ask questions again. "So are you excited to finally talk to Derek?"

"I don't want to talk to him Kyle," Ahsha replies bitterly. "The last time he and I had a full conversation, it was the day I divorced him."

Kyle stays quiet and continues driving. "What?"

"Nothing."

"What, Kyle."

"You don't think you guys gave up too easily? I get that he was hurt about Mary pretending to change and then using him the way that she did and that he decided to shut down. You shut down on him too."

"Kyle I really don't want to discuss why he and I divorced. I am trying to move on."

"Move on or keep stuff from me? Carter told me that you still cry in your sleep. I know today wasn't the first time you've cried." Kyle takes a glance at Ahsha before she pulls up to the red light.

"I’ve done it once or twice."

"Not counting tonight. Last night, two nights ago?" Kyle asks, seeing Ahsha crumble.

"Yeah."

The blonde stops the car at a stop sign and looks over at her friend again. "Like I said, It's okay to still be upset babe. You two have been divorced for a year, no one says you have to heal overnight."

"It's easy for you to say when you're married and you two are going strong, Kyle. Do you know how bad it hurts to see him everyday and know that what we had is gone?" Ahsha asks as tears fill the rim of her eyes.

Kyle pulls into the driveway at the mansion and hugs Ahsha after putting the car in park. "I can't go in there crying." Ahsha jokes and wipes her eyes.

"I'm right here, remember." Kyle tells her and grabs her hand.

"Thank you, Ky."

The two get out of Kyle's car and walk to the door of the mansion. Kyle knocks as Ahsha stands there somewhat frozen in fear of what the evening holds. Max barks in excitement as he smells Ahsha's scent. He usually smells her scent on the kids' clothes which makes him equally excited as well.

Katharine opens the door and beams as she sees Ahsha. "I missed you!"

"I saw you at dance earlier Kath." Ahsha chuckles and hugs Katharine back.

Max waits for Katharine to stop hugging Ahsha before he jumps on her and then jumps back down. "Max!" Ahsha coos and plays with the large pit bull dog who is very excited to see her. He excitedly rolls over and lets her rub his stomach.

"Mommy!" The twins scream and run to their mother. Ahsha perks up and stops rubbing Max.

"Hi my babies!" Ahsha coos and kisses Chloe and Lillianna all over their little faces. They let out their little laughs and hug their mom.

Ahsha puts the girls down and notices Lillianna's hair is out of its ballerina bun and into a regular ponytail. “Where’s your pretty bun?” Ahsha asks her daughter.

“I took it out.” She replies laughing and hugs her mother again. Lillianna Amaya Roman is known as the hugger and is the exact replica of her mother all the way down to her little attitude.

"Auntie Kyle!" Lillianna screams, making Kyle laugh.

"Lilly pie!" Kyle happily cheers and picks Lilly up, kissing her all over her face.

"What about me?" Chloe says, crossing her little arms.

Little Chloe Imani Roman is Derek’s exact mini me with nothing of Ahsha in her little personality.

"If you aren't your daddy's twin." Kyle says and tickles Chloe whose loud laugh echoes through the foyer.

"No! I'm Lilly's!" Chloe replies as Kyle kisses her cheeks. Kyle places both of the girls down and notices Ahsha and Katharine in conversation.

The twins run off to go tell Derek that Ahsha and Kyle arrived. Ahsha and Kyle take off their shoes and place them next to the door with every one else's shoes.

"Hi mom!" Mackenzie calls out and rushes to give her mother a hug.

"My big baby!" Ahsha says and wraps her arms around her oldest child.

"Your favorite baby." She reminds her mother as Ahsha kisses her forehead.

"No, Mackenzie. I think Carter's my favorite." Ahsha says as she sees her son coming into the room to greet her as well.

"Hey!"

"It's not my fault I'm mommy's favorite." He replies as he hugs Ahsha as well. Ahsha presses a kiss to her little boy's forehead and holds both of her children close to her.

"I love both of you."

"We love you too." The two siblings reply at the same time. The three let each other go and they go to hug Kyle.

"I'm your favorite, right Auntie Ky?" Mackenzie asks, batting her big brown eyes.

"Yes you are, my sweet Kenzie." Kyle tells her and kisses her forehead, wrapping her arms around her goddaughter.

"Me too?" Carter asks, seeming hopeful. Kyle laughs loudly and hugs her godson.

"Yes you too, my handsome."

Derek walks into the living room with the twins at his side, he looks at Ahsha and suddenly forgets what he has to say. He is taken aback at her beauty.

Even in a pair of leggings, a Loyola Marymount hoodie, no makeup, and her hair up in a bun, Ahsha Hayes could still be the most beautiful person to Derek.

"Dinner's ready?" Katharine asks, noticing Derek and Ahsha looking at each other without breaking their gazes.

Katharine and Kyle look at each other and wink. "Yes." Derek answers when Lilly bumps his side on purpose. She and Chloe look at each other and laugh loudly.

"Let's eat!" Chloe cheers and rushes into the large dining room, pulling Lilly with her. "They still love each other!" Chloe excitedly whispers.

"I know!"

Everyone follows behind the twins, unaware of their whispers to each other.

Taking their seats, Ahsha notices that she is sitting in between Mackenzie and Kyle.

Derek says grace and then everyone passes around the food. The parents each help the twins with getting their chicken parmesan and spaghetti on their plates.

The dinner table was filled with small conversation as everyone enjoyed the delicious dinner prepared by Derek. Ahsha internally sighs, appreciating the taste of Derek's cooking all over again, not realizing how much she missed it. Chloe and Lilly were the first to finish and were excused from the table to go play. The kids finish eating and leave the table while everyone shares stories about their day.

The sound of her ex-husband's deep voice was enough to send Ahsha's heart beat into shock once his turn for story time came around.

"Well guys I have to go. I have a presentation that I have to prepare for class tomorrow." Katharine tells everyone.

"Go ahead Ms. high schooler." Ahsha teases, making the teen laugh. Katharine gives Kyle, Ahsha, and Derek hugs.

"Goodnight guys."

"Goodnight. Let me know when you get home." Derek calls out, finishing his Sprite. Ahsha and Kyle finish eating their food and are stuffed.

Chloe and Lilly run back into the dining room. "Daddy what's for dessert?"

"Apple pie and ice cream in thirty minutes." He answers. The two run back into their playroom right after they get the answer they were looking for.

The table falls awkwardly quiet as the three adults sit in silence, not knowing what to say next.

"Excuse me." Ahsha says and gets up from the table feeling hot, dizzy, and nervous. The young mom wanders upstairs and straight into her large, spacious, old master suite without even realizing her actions. She heads straight to the bathroom and starts to use it. Looking to the left to grab toilet paper she notices that there is barely any toilet paper left.

She uses what she needs, gets dressed again, and goes about her business in the bathroom.

After she washes her hands she plans on getting more toilet paper but remembers she cannot reach. "Okay, jump." Ahsha says, speaking to herself jumps as high as she can to grab the toilet paper.

"Dang it." She says and continues to try and reach the toilet paper.

Derek finds himself checking up on Ahsha who has been gone for a while. He makes his way to the master suite and hears Ahsha trying to reach the toilet paper and chuckles at her failed attempts.

"Do you need help?" He asks, sending an entire army of butterflies to her stomach causing her to jump a little. She opens the bathroom seeing Derek with a smirk on his face.

"I got it." She replies, realizing that her tone came out somewhat harsh when she sees his face change.

"Sorry I didn't mean..."

"It's okay. Here, let me help you." He tells her. He comes behind her and wraps her arms around her waist, picking her up so that she can reach the basket with the toilet paper. She grabs a roll and Derek gently places her back down on the floor, slightly hypnotized by the smell of her perfume.

"Thanks." She tells him and looks up at him, realizing that she cannot look away from his dark brown eyes.

She notices what is happening and excuses herself. "I'll see you downstairs.”

“Ahsha, wait.” Derek calls out as she strolls out of the bathroom. She stops walking and turns around. In one swift moment Derek wraps his left hand around the back of her neck, rests his right hand on her backside and presses his soft lips to hers.

@msnefie-honeylove21 I hope you enjoy our little mini twins (Chloe and Lilly) ;) 

[taylorwarwick]

I've written a couple of Terrence and Jelena aka Telena from 'Hit the Floor' and have some Ahsha and Derek aka Dersha planned for 2025...in addition to some Gen, because I like character moments.

That being said, I can and will do better in terms of writing Black characters, shipping and gen fanfiction.

Honestly, it is a necessity more than ever nowadays for Black women fic writers to create. We aren't getting the real life media content we deserve. All these fine and talented Black women and men out here never being paired TOGETHER in interesting projects across various genres? A travesty. Please write that Blackety Black fic. Throw in whatever tropes you want. See your fellow Black writers creating similar stories on the TL? Who cares?! You are providing a gift that readers want and buying time for another writer to finish a story. No Black reader has ever said, "Damn, too many Alex Cross, Terry Richmond, Killmonger, whoever fics out here doing whatever." Black fic writers are such a small percentage in fandom writing that every story is an important patch to our collective quilt. Write that shit. Even if you think no one is reading it. I promise, somebody in the world quietly is, and they are grateful to see you post or update. Write for yourself so you can read your own words. I write for myself all the time because I rarely see stuff I want in the world. The world is anti-Black, but I'm creating pro-Black worlds. I get stoked when you are, too, like we're the Dora Milaje of fic writing. Thank you for coming to my Black Fic Writer Ted-Talk.

Write when you can. Post when you can.

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Slam Dunk Update

I haven’t updated in forever and a day! I’ve been writing, but this writing process is so complex. I’m writing in third person, but writing Ahsha’s setting, Derek’s, Kyle, Jelena, and now Francesca and Claire’s. Soon I’ll be writing in the kids and their views. That being said, please bear with me and these uploads. 

My goal for this long, twenty something chapter fanfic is to not only have you guys entertained, but also understanding of each and every character’s emotions.

Okay! So on to what I REALLY want to say, Chapter three is finished! I’m currently in the process of editing which thankfully doesn’t take long to do. This chapter will be up soon, I can guarantee that!

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Slam Dunk

Derek Roman

Ahsha Hayes



Mackenzie Grace Roman, 10

Carter James Roman, 9

Lillianna Amaya Roman and Chloe Imani Roman, 3

Katharine, John, and Eleanor

Synopsis

Nine years ago we left off with the birth of Carter James Roman. Nine years later we are left in the middle of the divorce of Derek and Ahsha. With four kids, four in-laws, crazy family members, and a meddling aunt, can Derek and Ahsha go back to what they once were before? Find out in Slam Dunk!

Coming Spring 2017 :)

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Dribble Chapter 6

Wow, typing chapter 6 after so long feels pretty great. School has been picking up like crazy, leaving me with such little time to sit and write. This chapter is finally finished! I hope you guys enjoy the second to last chapter! The next chapter will be an epilogue which will be VERY important for the announcement that I will be making.

If you guys didn’t get a chance to read Chapter 5, here is the link.

Now enjoy Chapter 6!

Chapter 6: Six Months Later

"I told you I was coming back." Kayla says to Ahsha as her hands ring around her neck. The brunette had a crazed look in her eyes as if she were ready to kill Ahsha once and for all.

"But you're dead."

"Doesn't mean I'm not watching you. Can't breathe, can you?" Kayla asks her before her grip becomes tighter. Ahsha feels her eyes close as she continues to fight for her life.

Ahsha jolts up out of bed, breathing heavily and clutching her round stomach as a contraction hits. Tears stream down her eyes and she bites back a terrified sob, not wanting to wake up Derek.

Derek notices his wife's quick and rapid movements and quickly gathers her in his arms. "Shh." He coos as she nearly collapses into his arms. He runs his hands over her back and presses kisses to her forehead. Ahsha takes short, deep breaths as her husband continues to help calm her down.

"Bad dream?"

"Yeah." Ahsha answers and looks at the clock, noticing that it is four in the morning.

"Go back to bed Derek, I'll be fine."

"I can't do that babe."

The two lay back down and Derek rubs Ahsha's stomach.

"I had another dream that Kayla was choking me again. Derek, what if this is my karma for killing her?"

"It's not karma. You're still traumatized baby."

"It's been six months." Ahsha says, mentally beating herself up about being stressed out about Kayla. One more contraction hits and she successfully hides it from Derek.

Derek gets up and pulls Ahsha up with him. He slides his legs around her and rests his back against the headboard. Ahsha makes herself warm in his embrace. Something about her behavior seems a little off to him.

"You can't heal overnight. I know it was petrifying going against Kayla but she's gone and you don't have anything to worry about." Derek places his hands in Ahsha's and presses a soft kiss to her neck.

Ahsha feels the baby stirring around and then feels a contraction hit once again. She grabs Derek's hands and squeeze them, taking a deep breath. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I just had another false contraction." She replies and feels like she has to use the bathroom for the fourth time in a row. Derek cautiously follows behind Ahsha as she heads to the bathroom.

"Ahsha you've had them all day yesterday. I don't think they're false."

"What happened?" Derek asks when he sees his wife stop walking.

"My water just broke." Ahsha jokes and has another false contraction that stops her in her tracks.

"Oh my goodness! What do I do?" Derek springs out of bed looking like a crazed chicken with its head cut off.

"I'm joking babe." She says and makes her way to the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" Derek asks, feeling nervous.

"Your child is resting on my bladder and I need to pee."

Derek chuckles at his wife and lays back down in his bed, waiting for his wife to finish in the bathroom.

Ahsha uses the bathroom and begins to wipe when she feels her baby's head. Her eyes widen and she jumps off the toilet, ignoring her pain and removing everything except her tee shirt. She flushes and clutches the skink as she feels the need to push. "Derek!" She screams.

Derek jolts up and rushes to the large master bathroom, finding his wife on the bathroom floor. He runs over to his wife and sits in front of her, preparing to catch their baby.

He counts to ten while Ahsha tirelessly pushes. She takes a breath and goes right back to pushing, making Derek amazed at her strength.

"Almost finished babe." Derek encourages as the baby's shoulder appear. Ahsha stops pushing and takes one big breath and goes back to pushing while Derek counts.

The baby falls into Derek's hands leaving him speechless as well as amazed. Tears stream down his face and he cleans off his baby. "Okay Derek, can you call 911?" Ahsha asks, laughing at her husband's reaction.

"Y-yeah." He stutters and passes the baby to Ahsha. He towel dries his hands and runs to grab his phone, shaking.

"Hi Carter James." Ahsha coos and presses a kiss to her baby's forehead. He opens and closes his little hands, embracing his mother's touch.

"Hi, my wife just gave birth in our bathroom. What do I do?"

Derek follows the paramedic's instruction and ties a piece of yarn around the umbilical cord. He then gets up and rushes downstairs as fast as he can to go unlock the door and the gate for the paramedics.

The excited father rushes back upstairs and straight into his bathroom to be with his wife. "Okay, the ambulance will be there in ten minutes."

"Thank you." Derek answers and hands up the phone.

Ahsha looks at Derek, shaking with excitement and adrenaline. "I told you those contractions weren't false." Derek teases and kisses Ahsha's forehead.

"Hi Mr. Roman." He coos, falling completely in love with Carter.

"We have to call everyone."

Derek pulls out his phone and calls Sloane, Eleanor, Terrence, as well as Zero all at the same time. Eleanor is the first to answer followed by Zero, Sloane, and Terrence. "Carter is here!" He cheers into the phone, making Ahsha giggle. His heart warms at the sound of his wife's laugh.

"Aww!" Sloane and Eleanor coo. "Where are you guys?"

"At home. Ahsh gave birth in the bathroom."

"Well should we meet you there?" Zero asks.

"The ambulance is almost here so you guys can meet us at the hospital."

"Okay Derek, keep us updated. I'm going to get ready now." Sloane says, nudging Pete.

"Me too." Terrence and Zero reply at the same time.

"I'll come and leave John with Katharine."

"I will keep all of you updated and I'll see you guys at the hospital." Derek says and hangs up the phone.

Ahsha looks up at Derek who is still in his sweatpants and shirtless. "Go put on a shirt before the paramedics get here."

Derek does just that and comes back to his wife. He kisses her on the forehead and looks down at baby Carter, almost in tears again.

The paramedics come upstairs and see the newborn baby in his mother's arms. "Hello." The female paramedic coos to Carter. She smiles at Ahsha.

"Is this your first delivery?"

"No, I have a one and a half year old who is still asleep."

The paramedic gently falls to her knees in front of Ahsha and is handed a bucket as well as a pair of scissors. "So you know the procedure pretty well then." She giggles.

"Dad, would you like to cut the cord?" The paramedic asks, moving her dark brown ponytail out of the way.

"Sure." Derek follows the careful instructions and cuts Carter's cord. The paramedic then does her job of helping Ahsha deliver the placenta by squeezing her stomach and gently pulling on the umbilical cord.

"And we are finished. We're going to take you guys to the hospital to get you and your little one checked out."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Do you know what time your baby was born?"

"Four eighteen." The paramedic nods and begins to help Ahsha up on the stretcher along with Derek's help. She then drapes a blanket over Ahsha's bare bottom half and the paramedics begin to carry Ahsha and Carter downstairs. Derek races to grab Ahsha's hospital bag along with little sleeping Mackenzie. He hops into the ambulance with his wife and they go on their way to the hospital.

The Romans get to the hospital around four forty five, feeling exhausted as well as excited about baby Carter.

A nurse comes to see Ahsha and check on her vitals as well as the condition of her womb. "You are super healthy and will be here until tomorrow afternoon. Pretty soon you'll be back on that court dancing up a storm!" She cheers. Ahsha laughs at the peppy nurse.

"I'm a big fan of you and your husband by the way."

"Thank you." Ahsha beams.

"Get some rest, I will see you in a couple of hours."

Ahsha sighs and stretches, thankful for no IV's being attached to her.

Derek sits on the bed and snuggles close to Ahsha. Carter is sleeping in his little bassinet next to Ahsha's bed and Mackenzie is with Sloane and Pete for the night.

"I don't think I'm getting any more sleep," Derek whispers and looks at Ahsha. "We have two kids now!" He excitedly cheers.

Ahsha smiles at her husband and kisses his cheek. "Yes, we do."

"It's been one crazy year." Ahsha admits and grabs Derek's hand.

"Too crazy."

"He has your eyes." Ahsha teases as she looks down at Carter in his bassinet. The baby opens his eyes to the sound of his mother’s voice. He then closes them and opens his little hands, falling asleep again.

“You think so?” Derek asks and presses a kiss to his wife’s forehead.

“He’s your little twin.”

Derek looks down at his son in pure admiration and then looks back at his wife, falling madly in love with her all over again. “You’re so beautiful Ahsha.” The young mother turns around and looks at her husband, crossing her legs and folding her hands as she sits in front of him.

“We’ve been through a lot with this pregnancy.” She admits, running her hand over Derek’s stubbly chin.

“We really have been. Kayla and her crazy antics. That two and a half month argument over something that could have been avoided.”

“We were sex deprived.” Derek groans making Ahsha slap his arm and laugh.

“The nonexistent pregnancy symptoms that occurred except for nausea and fatigue. You knew I was pregnant way before I did.”

“Because you were filling out in all the right places and we had sex every night for two weeks.” Derek admits, causing Ahsha to roll her eyes.

“The reception. The same night Kayla died, the night I thought I almost lost Carter, the same night I told you about this little guy.”

Derek pulls Ahsha into his arms and he holds her in his warm embrace. “And I helped deliver him. It’s surreal. There’s no one else I’d rather be with through ups and downs than with you.”

Ahsha lays her head in the crook of her husband’s neck as he kisses her cheek. “Good because you’re the only person I plan on spending my life with.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” Derek chuckles, feeling blessed and content.

Thank you for reading the chapter. I hope you enjoyed it!!

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Beautifully written #Dersha will forever be my favorite T.V. couple. The chemistry, the love and friendship is unmatched. I also love all the #Fanfictions I've read. Beautiful talented writers.

Derek & Ahsha FANFIC: Just The Two of Us...

*Authors Note: I managed to find the time to finally post another Dersha installment. This was actually a prompt suggestion I received ages ago from my sis idershafanfiction - Although I slightly remixed the original idea, though she probably doesn’t even remember LMAO! I have another major story to work on, so here’s this little surprise one to satisfy y'alls needs for now. It’s sweet, it’s hot, it’s funny, it’s emotional… And it’s Dersha! Hope you guys enjoy… Please remember to let me know your thoughts. P.S Yes I did shed a few tears whilst writing this… Damn allergies lol.* 

It was 11:00 pm on a Friday night and instead of partying it up with their fellow team members… Both Derek and Ahsha were laid down all hugged up in bed. Sure it had been almost 2 years since their devastating break up/chain of unfortunate events - however since reconciling, the pair had both vowed never to take their days off for granted ever again… Therefore deciding to always spend quality time together whenever possible. This night in particular had been highly anticipated as both their schedules had been extremely tight, over the last few months. From public appearances, endorsement deals, to choreographing dances and wedding planning… The two lovers were absolutely knackered and needed this night in. 

“Look at us already acting like an old married couple, and we haven’t even tied the knot yet. I could get used to this Miss Hayes…” Derek proudly gushed as he walked towards the bed they shared, wearing nothing but his tight black Emporio Armani boxers. 

“Mmmm… You better start getting used to it Mr Roman. Two more months until you slide that other ring down ma finguh!” Ahsha teased in a kittenish manner, before seductively pulling down the sheets to reveal the sheer black matching bra & panties she had on.  

“Speaking of slide… You smell real good baby” Derek cooed as got into the covers, before moving even closer to Ahsha as he nuzzled into her neck.

“Oh yeah… What do I smell like?” Came her soft reply as she slowly rubbed her hand against the back of his neck… Whilst his hand began to caress her sides and bare thighs. Damn this man needs to stop! Ahsha thought, as she felt herself getting hotter by the minute. Derek could literally do next to nothing, and still have her feeling some type of way… The man just knew all the right places to touch. Even after a few years together, Ahsha still could not believe just how lucky she was to have someone love her as much as Derek did. 

“Like something I want a piece of!” He smugly retorted as he began to lightly kiss on her neck, whilst his hand ever so gently grazed the top of her yearning center… Before craftily trying to slip into her sheer panties, only to be abruptly stopped by hers. 

“Uh uh… Not happening!” Ahsha firmly spoke as her grip on his hand grew tighter… Though the most mischievous grin played on her lips. Of course she wanted nothing more than to feel her man, in fact she craved him… However making things hard for him was just so much more fun, that and she really wasn’t feeling too good. 

“What! Come on now… You know you want me. Stop playing…” The smooth player whispered into her ear as he tried even harder to move the thin material of her panties aside, before deeply kissing on the most sensitive part of her neck. His words alone were enough to send her over the edge, but his neck kisses were just indescribably divine… That being said, the beautiful dancer was not letting him get his way this time, no matter how badly she wanted him. Plus she had one hell of a death grip! 

“D…Derek… Stoppp!” She weakly uttered trying ever so hard not to let the feeling of his warm lips against her neck, or his knowing fingers trying to gain entry consume her… Though she could feel herself losing it. However to her surprise and dismay the handsome player actually began to let up. 

“Fine.” He simply exclaimed, as he laid back against his pillow… Before reaching for the remote control. The fact that he was hard did not make the situation any easier. 

“Oh, don’t be like that baby…” Ahsha softly replied as she turned over to face him… Before tracing her fingers along his perfectly defined abs. 

“What’s the problem?” Came his clear response.  

“Nothing. I guess… I just want us to wait until our wedding day.” She slyly yet innocently continued, whilst still running her hands up and down his muscular torso. Despite telling him to stop, she had to admit… Keeping her hands off of him was something she just could not do. The man was simply her weakness. 

“Our wedding day isn’t for another 2 months Ahsha… And you and I both know that we can’t wait that long. I mean we had sex 4 days ago, and a week before that… So what’s the real reason?” Derek curtly retorted, making no eye contact as he continued to surf through the different channels. 

“Okay okay, I’m just not feeling too good babe. I mean… One day I feel absolutely fine and then the next, I just feel awful and tired as hell." 

"Still? You sure you don’t want to get yourself checked out Ahsha? You’ve been complaining about not feeling too good for a few weeks now.” He replied in concern, finally looking down at her… Whilst he began to gently run his fingers through her tousled mane. 

“I’ll be fine… I’m sure it’s just stress. I’ve been overworking myself a lot lately… I just need some rest. That’s all.” She casually added before leaning in to sweetly capture his lips… “Besides, I want us to actually be able to get through a movie without you trying to get some!” She softly continued against his lips, before playfully tugging at them with her teeth causing the both of them to break out in laughter. However, if they were both being honest… Such an act only turned them on even more. 

“Now I know you’re not just going to put all the blame on me. You’re forever trying to get some too! Admit it… You want this!” He mockingly shot back, biting his lip as he lightly brushed his fingers against her breast… Causing her to slightly jerk. The sheer fabric of her bra only making her even more sensitive to his touch.    

“Nope… Don’t want it!" 

"Cool. We’ll see who gives in first." 

"We sure will." 

"Fine." 

"Great… Now play the damn movie, Derek!” She fiercely demanded, using her foot to kick him underneath the sheets… And with that said, Derek pressed play on the DVR. The two lovers snuggled up tightly against one another as one of their all-time favourite films began to play… The Best Man. 

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Only 1 hour into the film, and the amorous pair couldn’t help but feel the need for one another. The sexual tension was through the roof… However neither of them wanted to be the first to give in. Derek’s little crush on Nia Long was really starting to get Ahsha extremely jealous, but little did she know that her crush on Morris Chestnut was beginning to bother him also. They both knew exactly what they were trying to do to one another, and after a few digs here and there followed by playful insults, plain old jealousy and sexual innuendos… The two lovers could no longer fight back the urge to take each other. All it took was one intense glare and that was it… Both their lips instantly crashed into one anothers without no hesitation. Their tongues instantly met, slowly filling each others mouths as their lips intensely coaxed the others apart. This kiss was anything but sweet. Both Derek and Ahsha were fiending for one another and gave no fucks about how nasty, desperate and aggressive their kiss was. Derek pulled Ahsha’s face in even closer as he tilted his head, allowing him to gain further access to the warmth of her tongue. She couldn’t help but moan into her mans mouth as the feel of him was sending tingles down her spine… And the fact that Derek was getting harder by the second was turning her on even more, therefore taking it upon herself to fondle him. She reached deep inside his boxers and proudly pulled out his stiff gift… Immediately taking hold of the one thing she had craved, whilst still deeply kissing and sucking on his lips. His thick length filled her hand as she began to slowly move it up and down, causing Derek’s breath to hitch. However, he was not about to be out done by his lady love and therefore moved the thin material of her panties to the side, and began to slowly rub on her most sensitive part.  “Mmmm… Wha… What about the movie?” Ahsha weakly uttered in between kissing as the sensation between her legs began to build. “Fuck the movie…” Derek simply whispered against her lips, before deepening the kiss as he continued to feel on her. His brazen statement only added to his intense touch, causing her to get more moist as she deeply moaned once she felt his fingers slip in. Derek groaned in satisfaction. It didn’t take long before he placed Ahsha on her back and went straight for her panties, pulling them off in one swift movement. They just couldn’t wait any longer. The handsome player knelt directly before the stunning dancer as he purposely took his time to pull his boxers further down… Whilst staring deeply into her eyes. Ahsha on the other hand spread her thighs even wider apart, clearly giving him the perfect view of her goods… As she matched his intense gaze. “Oh so now you want me?” The smug player cooed as he positioned himself in between his fiancées legs… “I always want you baby…” She moaned as she felt him press against her, and just like that he slowly slid his thick length deep inside her warmth… Stretching her out inch by inch. All she could do was tightly hold onto him as the intense sensation began to increase. The deeper he pumped into her, the deeper her nails dug into him and… The louder her cries grew. From the relentless thrusting, loud moans and groans, to the nasty kissing and dirty words about how badly he wanted her to cum… Ahsha was seriously about to reach her breaking point. To top it all off, Derek managed to skillfully slip off her bra and take a hold of her breasts, alternatively sucking on them as he continued to give it to her. Now although her breasts had been a little sore over the last few weeks… She just couldn’t say no to her man. And with one last thrust, the two lovers both convulsed at their intense release loudly groaning in unison as their climax took over their entire bodies. 

“Mmmm, yet another… Film we couldn’t get through!” Ahsha breathlessly spoke as their high traveled down. 

“Well they say every couple has their thing… So I guess this is ours!” Derek mockingly teased, chuckling after before kissing her forehead. 

Both completely worn out from their late night love making session… The soon-to-be married couple began to passionately kiss out their feelings, before finally falling asleep against one another. Derek held Ahsha tightly as they peacefully spooned. 

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For fucks sake… Not again! Ahsha thought to herself as she got rudely awoken from her deep sleep, once again. It was 1:00 am and she was far from impressed. Sleepless nights were becoming the norm for the beautiful dancer and she had had enough of them. This was the 6th consecutive night in a row she had woken up during the night, from feeling nauseous. At first she thought it was from sheer exertion as it was common to feel sick from hard-work and stress… However with the fact that she could barely keep her food down lately, plus feeling even more tired and snappy than usual… She instantly knew that something was up. Especially since she had missed her period… Though she blamed that on stress also. Ahsha wanted to go against her better judgement as she had the tendency to read into things way too much… However she knew the signs all too well. She took one deep breath before carefully trying to move out of Derek’s embrace. A part of her wanted nothing more than to wake him up and let him know what was going on… However this was just something she needed to find out for herself first. She slowly sat up on the edge of the bed still naked from their slumber, eventually turning to take one brief look at her man as he slept peacefully… Damn, he’s perfect! She sweetly thought to herself as a faint smile graced her lips, before sighing as she reached for her silk black robe - slipping that on along with her panties. And without anymore hesitation, Ahsha headed for the master bathroom. 

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What if I’m a bad mother? What if Derek doesn’t want a baby yet? I… I can’t do this. I’m not ready. We’re not ready… Are we? Shit! Ahsha stood before the bathroom mirror as she had a full on debate with herself. Although she hadn’t even turned over the test to find out the actual results… The young dancer was convinced that she was in fact pregnant. She looked up at the mirror to see her reflection as her eyes began to well up with tears. 

Derek on the other hand was peacefully sprawled out across the bed… Only to realise that his lady love was nowhere in sight. 

“Ahsha? Baby where you at?” Derek called out wiping his eyes as he came out of his deep sleep. However he didn’t have to look very far before noticing that the bathroom light was on. The player slowly rose up from the bed, slipped on his boxers and ventured off to the bathroom. 

“Mmmm… There you are beautiful.” He calmly spoke as he stood by the doorway, before slowly walking up behind her. Ahsha on the other hand was so focused on their potential situation to even process Derek’s presence.  

“The bed’s getting cold without you by my side baby… Why don’t we head back? I have something for you…” Derek softly cooed against her neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist, before slowly rubbing up and down her sides. However all Ahsha could do was take a hold of both Derek’s hands and hold them tightly, as she looked at their perfect reflection in the mirror. The player knew his fiancée all too well and knew something was up, despite taking no notice of the pregnancy test placed face down on the bathroom counter.   

“I love you… So much Derek.” She quietly uttered trying ever so hard to hold back her tears. 

“And I love you too, Ahsha. Now tell me… What’s wrong?" And with that said… The beautiful dancer turned her attention to the pregnancy test. Derek followed her eyes and that’s when he saw it! His eyes widened as he saw their fate laying face down on the counter. He was rendered completely speechless, which only made Ahsha even more worried. 

"I haven’t looked at the result yet. I… I can’t.” Ahsha meekly expressed as a single tear fell from her eye. Derek’s grip around her waist tightened, as he used his other hand to reach for the test. The players hand hovered over slightly trembling as he took a deep breath, before finally taking a hold of the test…

“Whatever the result is… We’ll be alright. Okay?”  

“Okay.” She quietly replied squeezing his hand, and with her go ahead the player turned the Clearblue pregnancy test over… Only for the both of them to clearly see the words PREGNANT 3+. The two lovers stood in disbelief as the reality of their situation hit them hard. Not only were they set to get married in just two months, finally becoming husband & wife… But they were now on their way to becoming parents. The moment was bittersweet for the both of them. Ahsha was beyond scared and knew nothing about being a mother… However the thought of a new life growing inside of her, was one that instantly made her feel emotional. Tears fell from her eyes as she placed one hand over her stomach. Derek on the other hand didn���t know how to feel. With the simple fact that his parents weren’t around throughout his childhood and wanted nothing to do with him… Really put things into perspective for him. He knew nothing about being a parent… Period! Derek unconsciously let go of Ahsha as he leaned back against the counter, causing her to turn around. 

“Derek… Say something. Anything?" 

"Ahsha I… I don’t know what to say." 

"You just found out that we’re expecting our first child together… And you have nothing to say?” She questioned in concern as her eyes narrowed in on him. 

“I’m just… I” Derek tried to explain before Ahsha cut him off.

“Don’t you want us to have this baby?” She sadly continued as tears began to fall from her eyes once again. 

“Of course I do… But" 

"There shouldn’t be any buts Derek!” She loudly exclaimed. 

“You’re not even trying to hear me out!" He challenged back as his voice grew louder. 

"Because there’s nothing to hear out! You were supposed to be happy about this… Derek! You said everything would be okay!” She continued to shout as tears profusely fell from her eyes, whilst firmly pressing her finger against his bare chest after every sentence.

“I am happy Ahsha! I’m just shocked. Am I not allowed to be shocked?” He expressed as he intensely looked deep into Ahsha’s eyes.

“How do you think I feel? I am pregnant with our first child! The child you put in me! The least you could do is show support.  

"Show support? Please tell me you did not just say that shit… " Derek’s toned lowered as his jaws clenched tightly together. 

"That’s right… Show support. It was all good when we were having all that sex… You just couldn’t wait to give me some a few hours ago! But now you want to act all surprised?” She bitterly replied as she stood before him, with her hand on her hip. 

“Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?" 

"Oh so now I’m ridiculous?" 

"I didn’t even say that! What have I done wrong Ahsha… Huh?" 

"You let go. You were not supposed to let go of me Derek.” She cried out as tears began to stream down her face once again. Derek was really trying his hardest to hold up… However he was fighting a losing battle. 

“Look baby… I didn’t mean to do that. I didn’t mean it okay.” He softly replied as he gently pulled her into his arms. That’s when she let out it all out. The more she sobbed, the more Derek felt himself breaking… However he knew he had to be strong for the both of them. 

“I’m s…so sorry for going off on you like that baby. I…I’m just scared Derek. What if I’m a bad mom? I can barely look after myself. I’ve been so stressed out lately, I didn’t even realise that I was pregnant! What does that say about me huh?” She finally confessed as she continued to sob, until Derek took a hold of her face. 

“Hey… It says that you’re human. Ahsha, you’re the most amazing woman I know. You constantly put others before yourself. You’re loving, you’re talented, you’re strong and any child would be lucky to have you as their mother! Besides you’ve managed to look after my ass for this long.” The player truthfully spoke as he wiped his soon-to-be wife’s tears. Sure Derek was scared… However he never for one second doubted the mother of his unborn baby. 

“You don’t know how much that means to me, baby. You saying that makes me feel like I can do anything… And I thank you. But tell me… Why did you react the way you did?” She calmly retorted wrapping her arms around his waist. However Derek felt himself closing up again… The pain was written all over his face. “Talk to me.” She simply added looking deep into his eyes.

“I… I know nothing about being a father. I didn’t have one growing up and I don’t have one now. I don’t want to screw this up, Ahsha. This baby deserves the best and… I’m afraid I…” Derek tried to explain but his emotions began to get the better of him. His eyes filled with tears as he tried to continue… “I’m afraid I’m not good enough.” And with that said, tears began to fall from Derek’s eyes. Ahsha hated to see her man cry. Words could not explain how badly it broke her heart. 

“Derek… Are you kidding me? Clearly you don’t realise just how special you are. Not only have you managed to overcome some of the most difficult situations, but… You never give up! You love hard, you work hard and you are my everything. I know you’ll be an amazing father to our baby, Derek. I know it.” She reassuringly spoke as she wiped his tears.  

“I thank God every single day for putting you in my life Ahsha. I wouldn’t be the man that I am today, if it wasn’t for you. You mean the world to me… And I love you so much baby! Thank you for being you.” The handsome player poured his heart out, causing tears to fall from Ahsha’s eyes once again. Her hormones were clearly kicking in. I’m going to need a year supply of Kleenex at this rate. She thought to herself before pouring her heart out. “And I thank God for you too Derek. My mother always told me that true love never comes easy, and baby we’ve had our fair share of ups and downs… However everything we have been through has been worth it. I am so in love with you… And I can’t thank you enough for giving me this precious gift." 

"Our precious gift…” He repeated with the biggest smile on his face, causing Ahsha to smile even harder. 

“Yes… Our precious gift!” She reiterated as she placed his hand over her flat stomach. 

“I feel like the luckiest man in the world right now. The love of my life is carrying our first baby… Shit, I never thought I’d ever see this day haha." 

"Shoot… Neither did I. I’m not only getting married to Derek Roman, but I’m having his baby too! Oooh… These groupies are going to be real mad at me now haha.” They both laughed, before their stared lovingly into one anothers eyes once again.  

“Ahsha?” 

“Yes, Derek?" 

"We’re having a baby…” He proudly gushed.

“We’re having a baby!” She excitedly shouted out, squeezing him even tighter. Despite their earlier reaction… They both knew deep down that this was exactly what they wanted. Derek deeply kissed Ahsha’s lips once again, before slightly opening her silk robe just enough to expose her stomach. Ahsha watched on in silence and in awe as Derek got down on his knees. He placed both hands on her waist and pulled her in closer, before… “Hey in there… This is your Daddy speaking. Now I know you have no idea what’s going on right now, but just know that when it’s time… You’ll be coming into this big ol’ world with two parents ready to love you unconditionally, and two Grandparents ready to spoil you… Don’t worry, Daddy will do that too haha. That’s right, I will always be there for you no matter what… And I’ll always be there to look after and love your Mommy also. She’s going to be the best thing to ever happen to you… I know that because she’s the best thing to ever happen to me. So be good in there baby. We love you so much, and can’t wait to meet you.” The handsome player sweetly expressed, before kissing the beautiful dancers stomach. His little monologue to their little bundle of joy… Only caused Ahsha to cry yet again. She grabbed both sides of his face, looked deep into his eyes and mouthed off “We love you too…” before deeply kissing his lips.  

The two lovers finally headed back to the bed they shared. They held each other tight, happily knowing that it was no longer… Just the two of them.

*Thank you all for reading yet another one of my stories. I hope you all enjoyed reading it, as much as I enjoyed writing it. Remember to let me know your thoughts. Love you all, Dom :)*

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Dribble Chapter 6 Update

Hey guys so I’ve been on a Tumblr hiatus due to school as well as dance practice for my recital that was this weekend. Due to this I have not had a chance to sit down and write the next chapter. A lot of you have been asking me about chapter 6 which will be up sometime next week! Chapter 5 is up for those of you that have not had a chance to read it

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Slam Dunk Chapter 1

Hello everyone! Welcome to the third and final part of the Defense series. I cannot wait for you guys to read this series, you’re in for a crazy ride!

Most of the chapters in this series will be inspired by Banks’ songs, the song inspo is real right now! 

The song that I seeked inspiration from is, Alibi by Banks

Here is the link to the song

I hope you enjoy this first chapter.

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"Mom, can I stay over Dad's for dinner?" Mackenzie asks Ahsha who just came in from a long day at work at the dance studio. The mom had been working on choreography at her dance studio and was in need of a well deserved nap.

"Yes sweetheart. Where is your brother?"

"He's hanging out with Daddy. Do you want to speak to him?" The eleven year old has a sly smile on her face as she looks at her great aunt, Katharine.

Ahsha tenses up at the mention of Derek's presence and she finishes putting the papers into their appropriate files.

"No Ken, it's okay. I can just talk to him later."

"Ken, is that your mom?" Derek asks as he strolls into the room with Carter at his side, the two just finished watching basketball.

"Yeah, here dad!" Mackenzie cheers and practically throws the phone into her father's hands. Derek chuckles at his daughter and shakes his head.

"Thank you, Ken."

Derek and Ahsha have not spoken to each other in two years and had just finished with the finalization of their divorce.

"Hey." Derek answers the phone, letting out a light chuckle at Ahsha's incoherent rambling on the other end of the phone. He hopes that she says something to him over the phone.

"Hey. Derek, I have to go. I'll be at the mansion to pick up the kids around eight, if that's okay." She blurts out and smacks herself in the head for talking, grabbing her laptop.

"Yeah, it's fine Ahsh," Derek answers and his eyes widen at the mention of his wife's nickname, Ahsha's heart skips a beat. "Remember, you're always welcome over for dinner."

"Thanks Derek. I really need to go, I'm in the middle of something important. I'll talk to you later."

"Okay. Talk to you later." Derek retorts.

"Bye." Ahsha says and quickly hangs up the phone. She feels her heart racing once again and feels tears rushing to her eyes. She quickly wipes them away before they turn into full on sobs.

"You already cried over him last night. When are you going to stop?" She asks herself, unable to stop the tears from flowing this time.

Her phone rings once again and her heart races as she closes her laptop. She grabs the phone and realizes that Kyle is calling her phone.

"Hey Carebear!" The blonde answers excitedly. Little does Ahsha know, she is making her way up to her condo now.

"Hey." She answers the phone, sounding glum.

"Carebear? Spill it." Kyle drills, sensing the tone of her best friend's voice.

"I'm fine, Kyle." Kyle's phone cuts off and she knocks on Ahsha's large white door. Ahsha jumps up and opens the door for her best friend. Kyle walks right into her best friend’s condo and gives her best friend a tight, comforting hug as she cries in her arms.

"Sister intuition told me you weren't fine which is why I came over. Now spill it." Kyle says as she lets her best friend go and takes a seat next to her on the chair, putting her Celine bag on another chair.

"Derek invited me over for dinner and I don't know if I can go. Kyle I'm not even over him yet." Kyle nods her head in understanding and rubs Ahsha's back.

"I know it's been a year since the divorce and I know how hard it is seeing him everyday and not being able to still jump in his arms and tell him you love him. It's okay to still be upset. Getting over him is going to take some time, take as much of it as you need but don't rush it."

"I still love him." Ahsha admits for the first time since the day of the divorce being finalized.

"And that's okay, love." Ahsha wipes her tears away and wraps her arms tighter around Kyle, holding her close.

Ahsha's phone rings once again and she sees Derek's number pop up on the screen. Kyle gently rubs her back as she picks up the phone. "Hello?”

"Mommy can you please come for dinner? We're having chicken parmgon." Chloe answers. A chuckle escapes Ahsha’s lips, giving both her and Kyle some light at the end of the tunnel.  

"Chloe it's parmapon." Lillianna answers, causing Mackenzie and Katharine to crack up at her.

"Sweetheart, it's Chicken Parmesan." Mackenzie says before taking the phone. Ahsha sits at the other end of the phone chuckling at her girls.

"Mom can you please come for dinner?" Ahsha’s eldest inquires.

"Please mom?" Carter says, standing next to his sister while his father is still busy preparing dinner in the kitchen.

"Pleaseeeee?" All four kids beg, warming Ahsha's heart.

"Fine, I'll come to dinner tonight. Auntie Kyle's coming too." Kyle's face has confusion written all over it.

"I'm doing what?" She asks.

"Okay mommy! I'll talk to you later, bye!" Mackenzie answers before she quickly hangs up the phone, seeing her father walking into the den.

"What are you guys doing?" Derek asks, noticing Mackenzie's nervous expression. Chloe and Lillianna look at each other with their eyes wide open.

"Nothing!" The twins exclaim at the same time.

"Chloe and Lilly are up to no good like always." Carter says, causing the twins to give him the side eye.

"They look just like Ahsha." Katharine laughs out loud as she sees the twins' little faces.

"Right?" Mackenzie chimes in and sits next to her great-aunt on the chair.

"I'm going to take the chicken out of the oven. Dinner should be ready in about fifteen minutes." Derek tells everyone and leaves the den.

"Kids." He scoffs as the thought of Ahsha coming for dinner crosses his mind.

Back at her apartment, Ahsha is now tapping away at the emails on her laptop while a million and one questions escape Kyle's lips.

"What if you two get back together again?"

"Kyle."

"Ahsha. I'm just asking Carebear, it's so obvious that you still love him."

"Really? How so?" The mother asks as she stops typing up the roll sheet for tomorrow's hip hop class. The conversation strikes a nerve and she tenses up.

"Shall we talk about when he walked in here with the twins yesterday? You couldn't stop staring at him." Kyle says as Ahsha looks down at her lap.

"Yeah. But."

"There's no buts Carebear. Plus you told me twenty minutes ago that you still love him. I may be blonde, but I'm not stupid. Let's go to dinner, I'm hungry." The blonde chuckles and wraps her arms around her best friend.

"I'm not driving." Ahsha tells her. The two best friends head out the door and get into Kyle's car.

En route to the mansion, Kyle starts to ask questions again. "So are you excited to finally talk to Derek?"

"I don't want to talk to him Kyle," Ahsha replies bitterly. "The last time he and I had a full conversation, it was the day I divorced him."

Kyle stays quiet and continues driving, knowing Ahsha's stubbornness will wear off after a while. "What?"

"Nothing."

"What, Kyle?"

"You don't think you guys gave up too easily? I get that he was hurt about Mary and that he decided to shut down, but you shut down on him too."

"Kyle, I really don't want to discuss why he and I divorced. I am trying to move on."

"Move on or keep stuff from me? Carter told me that you still cry in your sleep. I know today wasn't the first time you've cried like that." Kyle takes a glance at Ahsha before she pulls up to the red light.

"It happened once or twice."

"Not counting tonight. Last night, two nights ago?" Kyle asks, seeing Ahsha crumble.

The young mother looks out the window, feeling her heart racing. "Yeah."

The blonde stops the car and looks over at her friend again. "Like I said, It's okay to still be upset babe. You two have been divorced for a year, no one says you have to heal overnight."

"It's easy for you to say when you're married and you two are going strong, Kyle. Do you know how bad it hurts to see him everyday and know that what we had is gone?" Ahsha asks as tears fill the rim of her eyes.

Kyle pulls into the driveway at the mansion and hugs Ahsha after putting the car in park. "I can't go in there crying." Ahsha jokes and wipes her eyes.

"I'm right here, remember." Kyle tells her and grabs her hand.

"Thank you, Kyle."

The two get out of Kyle's car and walk to the door of the mansion. Kyle knocks as Ahsha stands there somewhat frozen in fear of what the evening holds.

Max the Pit Bull barks in excitement as he smells Ahsha's scent and runs in circles around Katharine who makes her way to the door. “Calm down, buddy.”

Katharine opens the door and beams as she sees Ahsha. "I missed you!"

"I saw you earlier at dance, Kath." Ahsha chuckles and hugs Katharine back.

Max waits for Katharine to stop hugging Ahsha before he jumps on her and then jumps back down. "Max!" Ahsha coos and plays with the large dog who is very excited to see her.  He excitedly rolls over and lets her rub his stomach. He snorts out loud and moves his large legs as Ahsha reaches his ticklish spot.

"Mommy!" The twins scream and run to their mother. Ahsha perks up and stops rubbing Max. The dog gets up and runs out of the room, going to greet Derek in the kitchen.

"Hi my babies!" Ahsha coos and kisses Chloe and Lillianna all over their little faces. They let out their little laughs and hug their mom.

Ahsha puts the girls down and notices Lillianna's hair is out of its ballerina bun and into a regular ponytail. “Where’s your pretty bun, Lil?”

“I like ponytails better, mommy.” The three year old sighs.

"Auntie Kyle!" Lillianna screams, making Kyle laugh.

"Lilly pie!" Kyle happily cheers and picks Lilly up, kissing her all over her face.

"What about me?" Chloe says, crossing her little arms in disbelief about her godmother's behavior.

"If you aren't your daddy's twin."

"No! I'm Lilly's!" Chloe replies as Kyle kisses her cheeks. Kyle places both the girls down and notices Ahsha and Katharine in conversation.

The twins run off to go tell Derek that Ahsha and Kyle arrived. Ahsha and Kyle take off their shoes and place them next to the door with everyone else's shoes.

"Hi mom!" Mackenzie calls out and rushes to give her mother a hug.

"My big baby!" Ahsha says and wraps her arms around her oldest child.

"Your favorite baby." She reminds her mother as Ahsha kisses her forehead.

"Actually, I think Carter's my favorite." Ahsha says as she sees her son coming into the room to greet her as well.

"Hey!"

"It's not my fault I'm mommy's favorite." He replies as he hugs Ahsha as well. Ahsha presses a kiss to her little boy's forehead and holds both of her children close to her.

"I love the both of you."

"We love you too." The two siblings reply at the same time. The three let each other go and they go to hug Kyle.

"I'm your favorite, right Auntie Ky?" Mackenzie asks, batting her big brown eyes.

"Yes, you are, my sweet Kenzie." Kyle tells her and kisses her forehead, wrapping her arms around her goddaughter.

"Me too?" Carter asks, seeming hopeful. Kyle laughs loudly and hugs her godson.

"Yes, you too, my handsome."

Derek walks into the living room with the twins at his side, he looks at Ahsha and suddenly forgets what he has to say. He is taken aback at her beauty.

Even in a pair of leggings, a Loyola Marymount hoodie, no makeup, and her hair up in a bun, Ahsha Hayes could still be the most beautiful person to Derek.

"Dinner's ready?" Katharine asks, noticing Derek and Ahsha looking at each other without breaking their gazes.

Katharine and Kyle look at each other and wink. "Yes." Derek states as Lilly bumps his side on purpose. She and Chloe look at each other and laugh loudly, the two wink at each other.

"Yeah, dinner's ready." He replies again, rubbing his head.

"Let's eat!" Chloe cheers and rushes into the large dining room, pulling Lilly with her. "They still love each other!" Chloe excitedly whispers to her little twin.

"I know!"

Everyone follows behind the twins, unaware of their whispers to each other regarding their parents.

Taking their seats, Ahsha notices that she is sitting in between Mackenzie and Kyle.

Derek says grace and then everyone passes around the food. The parents each help out the twins with getting their chicken and spaghetti on their plates.

The dinner table was filled with small conversation as everyone enjoyed the delicious dinner prepared by Derek. Ahsha internally sighs, appreciating the taste of Derek's cooking all over again. Chloe and Lilly were the first to finish and were excused from the table to go play. The kids finish eating and everyone around the table shared stories about their day, except for Ahsha who stayed quiet, feeling awkward in the presence of her former lover.

The sound of her ex-husband's deep voice was enough to send Ahsha's heart beat into shock. The angelic voice was enough to take her brain to places she had forgotten all about in the past year. The thought of the former baller turned Devils CEO’s body pressed against hers made her soak in a place where she thought was a desert.

"Well guys I have to go. I have a presentation that I have to prepare for class tomorrow." Katharine tells everyone.

"Go ahead, Ms. high schooler." Ahsha teases. The seventeen year old lets out an exasperated, “Two more weeks until graduation.”

Katharine gives Kyle, Ahsha, and Derek hugs. "Goodnight guys."

"Goodnight. Let me know when you get home." Derek calls out. Ahsha and Kyle finish eating their food and are stuffed.

"Will do, nephew!" Katharine teases as she makes her way out of the dining room. Derek rolls his eyes at his younger aunt's statement. Having a great aunt who is eighteen years younger than him seems a little embarrassing, but having her around was like having a younger sibling.

Katharine says goodbye to her great-nieces and nephews, then heads home to her parents, John and Elise.

The girls run back into the dining room. "Daddy what's for dessert?"

"Apple pie and ice cream in thirty minutes." He answers. The two run back into their playroom right after they get the answer they were looking for.

The table falls awkwardly quiet as the three adults sit in silence, not knowing what to say next.

Ahsha realizes that she has to use the bathroom.

"Excuse me." She says and gets up from the table feeling hot, dizzy, and nervous. The young mom wanders upstairs and straight into her large, spacious, old master suite without even realizing her actions. She heads straight to the bathroom and starts to use it. Looking to the left to grab toilet paper to wipe with, she notices that there is barely any toilet paper left.

She uses what she needs and gets off of the toilet. She then gets dressed again and goes about her business in the bathroom.

After washing her hands she plans on getting more toilet paper but remembers she cannot reach. "Okay, jump." Ahsha says, speaking to herself jumps as high as she can to grab the toilet paper.

"Dang it." She says aloud and continues to try and reach the toilet paper.

Derek finds himself checking up on Ahsha who has been gone for a while. He makes his way to the master suite and hears Ahsha trying to reach the toilet paper and chuckles. He knocks on the door and she answers it, breathing heavily due to jumping around.

"Do you need help?" He asks, sending an entire army of butterflies to her stomach.

"I got it." She snaps, realizing that her tone came out somewhat harsh when she sees his face change.

"Sorry I didn't mean..."

"It's okay. Here." He tells her. He comes behind her and wraps her arms around her waist, picking her up so that she can reach the basket with the toilet paper. She grabs a roll and Derek gently places her back down, slightly hypnotized by the smell of her perfume.

"Thanks." She tells him and looks up at him, realizing that she cannot look away from his eyes.

She notices what is happening and excuses herself. "I'll see you downs..." she is cut off by her ex husband's lips covering hers.

Without giving any thought to their ordeal, the two continue to kiss. Ahsha forgets about the toilet paper in her hands and lets it fall onto the bathroom floor.

Derek picks Ahsha up and places her on the bathroom counter, still attacking her with body with kisses.

He starts to slip his hands underneath Ahsha's hoodie and she quickly removes it without hesitation. She grabs Derek's white tee shirt and slips it over his head and goes back to kissing him. In one swift motion Derek manages to pull off Ahsha's leggings and lacy peach thong. She feels the cool air in the bathroom hit her bare center and she shivers.

Derek presses hard kisses to Ahsha's neck and she pulls his pants as well as his boxers, revealing his large, erect piece.

The kisses on Ahsha's neck start to move down to her breasts as Derek twirls his tongue around her hard, sensitive buds, causing her to moan. Derek's large hand covers Ahsha's bare center and she nearly jumps when his large finger traces a circle around her clit and she bites her lip.

Derek senses her body's reaction and gently moves his two fingers into her. Ahsha struggles to hold on to the bathroom counter and nearly falls off when Derek places her back on. Her fingernails claw at Derek's back as he continues his hard movements. Ahsha's moans grow louder and before she knows it, Derek's face is now in between her legs, cleaning up her juices himself.

Ahsha's legs turn into jello as Derek continues his work at making her moan his name. "Derekkkkkkk." She screams as she releases into his mouth. The feeling of euphoric pleasure takes over and a smile graces her lips as he continues to pleasure tease her with his soft lips.

"Please Derek!" She screams, begging to feel him inside her warm body. Derek gives in to her plea and stands back up, moving himself into her, nearly shocking her. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and she rubs Derek's back as his lips devour the sweet spot on her neck.

He stops to look at the beautiful woman that he is having sex with after a year. His brown eyes scan her beautiful face, sensing her love filled emotion.

Ahsha looks into his eyes as his movements continue. Their eyes automatically read "I still love you." and Ahsha lays her head on Derek's shoulder as he quickly moves in and out of her. She feels herself release for the second time and Derek moans when he feels Ahsha's walls tighten around him once more.

The dancer picks her head back up and presses another kiss to the baller's lips, this time pouring pure lust is in the kiss.

As Derek keeps moving Ahsha feels his piece pulsing inside of her and decides to mess with him a bit by going faster than his pace. She smirks as he slows down, this time stroking her hard and slow.

He releases inside of her and kisses Ahsha's lips. The both of them stay silent, the pleasure still takes over them and without a word, Derek slides out of her, leaving her sore.

Ahsha gets up and quickly gets dressed, finally realizing what she had just done with her ex husband. Derek passes her her gray hoodie.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." He answers.

Ahsha finishes getting dressed and fixes herself in the mirror. Derek does the same and lets her leave the bathroom first.

He runs his hands over his face and realization of recent events hit him. "What did I do?" He asks, feeling nauseous and dizzy due to his actions.

Ahsha practically races out of her old bedroom and downstairs to Kyle who looks at her best friend as if she has two heads. She notices the small mark on her neck that wasn't there an hour ago and her eyes widen.

"Girl!" Kyle screams, causing Chloe's head to snap up.

"We have to talk later." She whispers, running her hands through her short hair.

"I'll tell you everything." Ahsha whispers back as the kids go back to playing amongst themselves.

Derek is in the kitchen moving the warm, freshly baked apple pie slices to plates when Kyle walks into the kitchen. "What the did you two do?"

"Nothing." Derek quickly chirps and finishes plating the desserts.

"D-Ro." Kyle sternly says, causing Derek to look up from the plates.

"Ahsha and I had sex." He admits, tears threatening to rush down his eyes. Kyle's heart breaks as she hears Derek's voice crack.

"You did what now?"

"I'm pretty sure I messed things up even more, Ky." Derek says, trying not to become too upset in front of one of his best friends.

"No you didn't. Look, between me and you, Ahsha still loves you even if you think she doesn't. You didn't mess things up. Who knows, maybe this was a good thing."

"How Kyle?"

"I don't know, but it could probably help you two get back together again." She says, rubbing his arm. She heads out the kitchen, leaving Derek to ponder his conflicting thoughts.

Kyle sits down next to Ahsha in the den as Mackenzie tells Ahsha a story about something that happened earlier in the day. Derek walks into the room waiting for Mackenzie to finish telling her story. She finishes and looks at her dad. "Pie time?" She excitedly cheers.

"Pie time!" Derek mimics.

Everyone walks back to the dining room and sit down for dessert. Ahsha feels a little awkward as Derek passes her some pie and ice cream. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Derek takes his seat and starts to eat his dessert with Ahsha completely on his mind.

The group finishes their dessert when Ahsha notices that it is now eight thirty and that the kids have to be in bed my nine thirty.

"Okay guys lets go home and get ready for bed." Ahsha says to her four kids.

"Goodnight daddy!" Chloe and Lilly cheer and run to go hug their father. Derek laughs and kisses his little girls' faces.

"I love my girls."

"We love you too." They tell him and let him go.

Carter is the next to go hug his father. "I'll see you tomorrow dad."

"Sounds like a plan to me CJ. You know we still have that basketball game to watch."

"The one where the Sixers beat the Devils! Yes!" Carter cheers excitedly, causing everyone in the room to laugh.

"We'll see about that, Car." He tells his son and rubs his head.

Mackenzie is the next one to say goodnight to her father.

"I love you daddy."

"I love you more, Kenzie." Derek presses a kiss against his daughter's head. A feeling of sadness waves over Derek's most sensitive child and he hugs her again.

"I'll see you tomorrow okay baby?"

"Okay." She tells him and holds back her tears.

"Hey, no crying. I'll be right there to pick you up from school." He tells her and presses another kiss to Mackenzie's forehead. The young girl leaves her father's side and heads to the corner of the room to grab her backpack.

Kyle says goodnight to Derek as Ahsha helps the kids out their backpacks on.

Ahsha says goodnight to her ex husband, also holding back tears. "I've been crying way too much today." She tells herself as Derek pulls her in for a friendly hug, holding her tight.

"Goodnight." He tells her.

"Goodnight. Thank you for inviting Kyle and I over for dinner." She tells him and lets him go.

"You're welcome. You're always welcome to come for dinner, Ahsha." He tells her, looking deep into her eyes. She quickly averts her attention elsewhere.

"Well I'll see you guys tomorrow." He almost immediately says, trying to relieve the awkward tension.

Derek opens the door and the army of four children run out of the mansion and straight to Kyle's Ford pickup truck.

Ahsha and Kyle follow soon after.

"Drive safely!" Derek shouts, waiting for everyone to get into the car.

"Thank you!"

Derek chuckles to himself and closes the door to the now empty mansion. He looks out the window and sees Kyle drive off, heading back to Ahsha's condo.

"Max!" He calls out. The large dog comes running out of the den and straight to Derek, sensing his sadness. Max whines and licks Derek's hand.

"I miss her, buddy." He tells his dog and heads upstairs to take a shower feeling upset over what happened earlier in the evening. Max does not leave his side and crawls into bed with him later in the evening.

Back in the truck, the kids are talking amongst themselves when Lilly starts to speak up. "Mommy, are you happy?"

"Yes, Lilly I'm happy. Why sweetheart?"

"Nothing!" She quickly says, earning a confused look from Mackenzie. Kyle pulls up to Ahsha's condo and puts the car in park.

Ahsha leans over and hugs her best friend. "Thank you so much Ky."

"You don't have to thank me Carebear. You know I love you."

"I love you more." She tells her. Kyle hugs her tighter.

"Call me later." She whispers in her ear. Ahsha nods her head, understanding what Kyle meant and lets her best friend go.

"Let’s go little people." Ahsha tells her four kids. They all climb out of Kyle's truck.

"Goodnight auntie's babies!" Kyle calls out.

"Goodnight auntie Kyle!" All of the kids cheer at the same time causing Ahsha and Kyle to look at each other and laugh. "Alright girl." “Let me when you get home.” “I will, Carebear.” Kyle drives off while Ahsha and the kids go into their condo. Mackenzie and Carter head to their rooms while Ahsha goes with the girls so that they can get ready for bed.

Whoever said that getting four kids ready for bed was easy lied like a cheap rug.

"Mommy can you tell us a story!" Chloe eagerly asks as she climbs into her bed.

"What would you guys like to hear?"

"How you met daddy and got married!" Lilly cheers, pulling her fluffy blanket over her small body.

"Of course." Ahsha tells herself. She takes a deep breath and tells the story, smoothing down her eyebrow, a nervous habit of hers.

"I met your dad when I was fourteen. We weren't friends but he loved me very much. One day, a couple years later, I was running outside and I ran into your dad. He and I started talking and he asked me to be his girlfriend, then we got married a year later."

"Can we have more details?" Lilly asks, shocking Ahsha.

"How in the world are these little three and a half year olds so smart?" She asks herself, internally groaning.  

"One day, babies." She tells her little girls and kisses their foreheads.

"Mommy loves you guys."

"We love you too." They tell her and settle into their individual beds. Ahsha turns their lights off, leaving their matching Elmo night lights on.

Ahsha closes their door and leaves to go check on her other two children.

"Lil?"

"Yeah Chlo?"

"Mommy and daddy need to get married again."

"I wish they were married." The twins wish out loud before closing their eyes, heading to sleep.

Ahsha goes to Mackenzie's room and finds her daughter already asleep. "Goodnight baby." She whispers and kisses her daughter on the cheek.

"Goodnight mommy." Mackenzie whispers back and reaches her arms up to hug her mother. Ahsha wraps her arms around her daughter, holding her tight.

"I love you."

"I love you more, Ken." Ahsha answers and kisses her daughter one last time. She leaves her bedroom, closing her door.

Mackenzie opens her eyes again and jumps up, seeing that Ahsha is gone so she grabs her cell phone.

"Kath! I think my parents kissed!" She texts quickly, before heading to sleep.

Ahsha makes her way to Carter's room and finds him sleeping as well. "Goodnight mommy's big boy." She tells him and kisses his forehead and gently hugs him, silently thanking God that he does not wake up too easily to her being in his room. Carter keeps his eyes closed, feeling exhausted after a day of basketball with his father after school.

The young mother heads out of her son's room and she goes back to her room feeling a sense of emptiness, so she goes to take a shower. She removes her hoodie and immediately smells Derek's signature scent of Gorgio Armani's Acqua Di Gio written all over it.

She throws the jacket into the dirty clothes bin and continues to undress herself. She makes her way to the bathroom and starts to take a shower.

She closes her eyes and lets the water hit her face. Flashbacks of Derek standing with her in the shower pop up in her head, she feels herself wanting to reach out and grab him. She opens her eyes and begins to wash her body of the day's events.

"You just had to go over his house." She tells herself as she finishes showering and turns off the water. She dries herself off and walks back to her room with her towel wrapped around her wet body.

She lets out a sigh and finishes the rest of her night routine by getting dressed for bed in a large tee shirt and a pair of shorts. She gets into bed and grabs her phone, scrolling through Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram and is interrupted by her phone ringing.

"Ahsha Marie!" Jelena fake scolds on the other end of the phone.

"Jelena Anne!" Ahsha mimics, her voice unknowingly cracking.

"What's wrong love?" Jelena asks, sensing the tone in her best friend's voice.

"Nothing. I'm fine, J."

"Come on, you're like my sister. You can't make an attempt to cover your feelings Ahsha." Jelena tells her, tucking a piece of hair back in her curly bun.

"Jelena, I'm fine." Ahsha tells her, her voice cracking even harder. She quickly wipes her tears away.

"You're okay." She tells herself as the tears continue falling.

"I'm coming over."

"You don't have to."

"You're my sister. I'm not going to let you be upset by yourself." Jelena insists and starts to put her shoes on. She hangs up the phone and Ahsha texts Kyle.

"Can you come over?" She sends and lays down in her bed. Crying was something that Ahsha Hayes had not done since the divorce.

Jelena and Kyle get to Ahsha's condo at the same time and rush to their best friend's door, being careful of the noise. The Roman kids are irritable when woken up, but just like their father, they all sleep like rocks.

Ahsha comes to the door no longer crying, her eyes bloodshot.

"You guys didn't have to come over." She tells the two women and they both hug her without saying a word. Ahsha gives in and allows herself to cry in her friends' arms.

"Aww Carebear." Kyle says, gently rubbing Ahsha's back. Jelena gently closes and locks the door and goes back to tending to her best friend.

"Let's go sit down." Jelena suggests. Ahsha sits in the middle of the short, comfortable chair while Jelena sits on the right side of her and Kyle sits on the left.

"What happened babe?" Jelena asks, holding Ahsha and trying to calm her down. Ahsha begins to speak but is very incoherent so Jelena just holds her.

"I know you haven't spent much time crying over this but it's okay." Kyle encourages and lays her head on Ahsha's shoulder and tries to comfort her as well.

"I can't keep hanging on to him." She sobs out. Kyle removes the large throw blanket from behind her and places it on hers and her two friend’s legs.

"Hey, look at me," Kyle tells her and moves her head off Ahsha's shoulder. The blonde wipes her best friend's tears away and gently caresses her cheeks. "It's okay to still be upset, Carebear. He means a lot to you and losing him was heartbreaking. You haven't given yourself time to grieve." Kyle says and wraps her arms around Ahsha tighter.

"You're going to get better. I promise Ahsha." Kyle reassures, pressing a kiss to Ahsha's forehead.

"I promise too Carebear." Jelena also promises, grabbing her best friend's hand.

Something inside of Ahsha has a small glimmer of hope that things between her and Derek would be fine, but of course her stubbornness would never let her admit it out loud.

“What if I don’t get better?”

“You will, in due time, love.”

In due time.

And that was chapter 1. I hope you enjoyed reading this long chapter, and if you listened to the song, I hope you enjoyed that as well!

Thank you for reading! :)

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Finding My Way Back

Okay so I decided to write another story. Its set somewhere in season 3. I wanted to take a little twist.

I can’t believe she fired me. I didn’t do anything wrong! How could she?! The very person who helped me keep my job is the same person who pulled it right from beneath my feet. Lionel Davenport. My step mother. And now she’s running the Devil’s Organization! Just my luck! It’s time I go, there’s nothing here for me anymore. Derek doesn’t want me, and after some one like “DEREK ROMAN” you don’t backtrack to the German Vega’s of the world. A new place, a new team, and a new journey. I have to find my own way.

Basketball season was set to start in about a month and today, today was tryouts for the Knicks. She was a long way from home, but Ahsha was determined to do it on her own. No Sloane, No Pete, No Derek. She talked to Kyle every now and again, but even she didn’t know what Ahsha had planned to do. Day one of tryouts was a walk in a park for Ahsha. These girls here didn’t have the skills of her girls back home, but she would make it work. Day two came with a little spin. The girls were split into groups of eight. One girl would be designated choreographer and have to choreograph a dance for the group as well as a solo one with a prop for themselves. It would be shown live and whomever got the most votes who make the teams out out five groups only three would make it. Ahsha’s team had the strongest dancers and of course they designated her for choreographer. When it was their turn they started with Ahsha’s solo dance. Her prop was a chair and her song was “Tinashe- 2 on.” The beat dropped and the girls looked in all as Ahsha gave it her all and did it so effortlessly. She gave so much of herself that other girls from other groups stood up dancing and rooting for her as she finished her solo piece. Her group then got up, positioning themselves in opposite corners of the gym with Ahsha in the center, they danced to the “Flawless remix” by Beyonce’ and Nicki Minaj. The way these girl moved everyone already knew that this team would without a doubt be the team to beat. Certainly one of the chosen three.

Back in Los Angeles, the Devil Girls and the Basketball team were doing their usual bonding ritual. They all sat in the arena watching the tryouts for other teams and who’d they happen to see, killing her solo piece but Ahsha! Kyle jumped up, “…oh my heavens! That’s Carebear! You better move girl!” she screamed. In total shock, they all rooted for Ahsha. Derek couldn’t unglue his eyes from the screen. The girl he loved, had left and never even said goodbye. But then again he never checked on her either. But he guessed he had alot of blame in that considering the way he broke her in front of everybody. But she had made her choice, she chose German. Or so he thought. Even Sloane was at a loss for words. After firing her daughter all those months ago she hadn’t spoken to her. Knowing only that she was okay threw her now husband Pete. But no one was as shocked as Jelena; who just knew she had broken Ahsha’s spirits! She would’ve never thought she would go dance anywhere else. Caught up in her own thoughts until she was brought out of her trance when she heard, “forget that! We need Carebear! Look at how that girl moves. No other team has outdanced us, but Ahsha’s sure to change that.

Derek twitted with his phone between his fingers as he hesitated to text Ahsha. He didn’t know where to begin he didn’t know what to say. But he just needed answers. He tried to escape her but she was everywhere. From posters, to music videos, sitcoms, interviews. Ahsha was living the life! And he could only wonder who was living it with her. "We should be a team, we should be running LA together!” Were the thoughts that crossed Derek’s mind most of the time. He too had taken it to the next level. Nike commercials, shoe deal, and AT&T endorsements. All great accomplishments, but they meant nothing because the person who helped him get there wasn’t around to bask in the glory with him. But he decided against it. “She won’t answer or you’ll get all worked up and say something hurtful and she’ll never talk to you again.” Derek thought to himself. He looked down at his roster on his desk to see that he’d see her real soon….he’d make it his business that he and Ahsha would cross paths REAL soon.

First game of the season, the Devil’s played away, in you guessed it New York City! The guys entered the stadium on their way to their designated locker room. The filed in and as they did, they heard, “DAD! Heyyy…Pete!” They whipped around to see an estatic Ahsha walking into the arms of her father Pete Davenport. Resting her head on his shoulder she looked up only to see the back of Derek Roman. He was dressed in a hoodie and jeans, with his beats on his ears as “No Mediocre” blarred out of them. She pulled from her father’s embrace and softly walked up behind him. She pulled them off his ears and said “typical Derek Roman song” chucking. “Hey,” she said smiling. “Hey you.” Derek said back. “You guys ready to take a beaten?” Ahsha teased. “Imagine that! New York hasn’t won a game in ages.” he shot back. “You want to bet?!” Ahsha said baiting him. “Derek Roman never turns down a bet.” he challenged. “….well Derek Roman, loser takes winner to dinner. Wherever they want to go.” she told him. “You’re on Ahsha Hayes!” Derek told her as he followed his teammates to the locker room. Ahsha walked away smiling. She was finally in a place where she felt that she and Derek could talk out their situation and atleast be friends. Although her heart and soul craved for more. Something in her spirit told her that Derek had moved on.