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A college summer romance gone awry leaves the full-figured beauty, Katrice Kellom, with a shattered heart. Love is no longer a priority as she takes a deep dive into her career as a news reporter with hopes of moving up the ladder. Unfortunately, despite her success, her looks once again prove to be the reason she feels overlooked.
Six time NBA Finals Champion, Deon βAceβ Farrington, is faced with a challenge in his career after an injury. While his future in basketball seems bleak, an invite to a speaking engagement may prove to be worthwhile for his career and love life, especially one that Katrice is slated to attend.
Emotions are high and all eyes on are the college sweethearts who are at a crossroad in their lives. While under pressure yet again, will Deon fold and deny his love for the only woman to have owned his heart, or will he fight for her love?
T H E D E E T S . . .
Genre: Sports Romance, Contemporary Urban Romance
Standalone/Series: Standalone
Novel or Novella: Novel
Chapter 1
Deon βAceβ Farrington
Every morning before breakfast, I had the same routine after Iβve showered and slipped on something comfortable before basketball practice. Iβd sit and listen to my girl Farrah speak on her plans for the day. It was usually about a potential clients her accounting firm had meetings scheduled with or current clients that worked her nerves.
Iβd nod my head, even respond with an occasional βwordβ or βyeahβ as I sipped on my coffee and scrolled through my cell. Iβd hit a few blog sites from ShadeRoom to Page Six just to see what kind of bullshit the world thought was interesting about a celebrity, then check my bank account before I moved on to my emails.
I donβt give a fuck how rich I was. A motherfucker like me checked my money every morning, then I tackled emails to see if I had any communications related to my business ventures from endorsements to my new liquor line, Ace in the Hole. I understood early on and even more after my injury last year that basketball was seasonal, so I had to prepare for the future.
I wasnβt afraid of poverty though. I canβt be when it made me the man I am today, but trust me, I didnβt want to see that bitch ever again. For the most part though, my money was in good hands. Farrah was on top of it, but that didnβt mean I fell asleep at the wheel. That was mistake number one for most athletes but not one I would ever make on my watch.
After a scroll through of a few blogs didnβt reveal anything of interest, I tapped on my email icon. Nothing jumped out at me but just before I exited, I saw something that caught my attention. Actually, if Iβm being honest, once I read it, I felt the fucking ground shake.
βDamn,β I whispered. βPeakville College 2012 Class Reunion.β
That was my alma mater. It was the place where I left the safe confines of my hometown Portstown from underneath my gramsβ roof to the campus of one of the most prestigious historically black colleges and universities in the nation. We called it PC or The Peak, the motherfucking home of the Wildcats.
There I became a man on many levels. It was also there where I met the first woman to capture my heart and control my entire being. Her name was Katrice... Katrice Kellom. I fell at hello and even though our introduction wasnβt that sappy shit like seeing her walking across the campus with her hair flying in the air as she swayed the sickest body Iβd ever seen, it was perfect... just like my Kat.
The longer I pondered on that email, memories of my past bubbled to the surface. Memories that, on one hand, made my stomach churn from some fucked up shit that occurred, while on the other, made it flutter like some lovesick ass puppy when I thought of Kat. Luckily for me, Farrah was on another rant as I took a deep breath and leaned back as I reminisced.
βShit,β she muttered. Her wheat colored skin tinted as our bodies collided, causing her food tray to tilt before crashing to the floor. Everything from cheese grits, scrambled eggs, bacon, a fruit bowl down to two blueberry muffins lay at our feet. βShit, shit, shit. Iβm such a fucking clutz,β she whispered, looking around close to tears.
Bits of splattered grits and eggs graced the prettiest thighs and legs Iβd ever seen, legs she swatted at while trying to hold that denim skirt that hugged her voluptuous frame. Damn that. I could hold that skirt all day if sheβd let me. Immediately, I wanted her number with hopes that we could spend some time together. Of course, after I apologized for our collision.
Iβd been on campus for a week which felt like a rat race from registering for classes to standing in long lines in the bookstore for books with a few bites of food in between. It was mostly canned food from home like tuna or Vienna sausages with crackers. A motherfucker was starving and before I fought with the people at financial aid about my account, I decided to put some hot food on my stomach. I had a few dollars saved up, so a hot meal was a must.
Just before I went to apologize, a sheen of tears covered her orbs that soon spilled over her eyelids and slid down her cheeks. Cheeks that lifted as she pushed out a puff of air.
Fuck. Iβd made the girl cry. I knew then my chances of getting her name let alone her phone number were slim to none. She had to have dudes lined up to get at her, because to be honest, she was stunning... amazingly fucking stunning as I took in her thick ass frame. She was larger than most chicks people probably expected me to fuck with considering I played ball, but she definitely was my cup of tea. The kind I wanted to sip on. Shit, drink from as my eyes took a walk up and down her length.
Acting fast, I quickly grabbed a few napkins. The least I could do was help her clean up and if I were lucky, stand there long enough to watch her dry her pretty wet face.
βHey, hey. My apologies about your food. I was rushing, late to financial aid andββ I voiced before she picked up her tray and stomped off, leaving me to stand there alone.
βWhat the fuck?β I quickly followed her as she made her way over to the trash bin.
βListen, I really amββ
βWhat the hell, dude? I get it. Youβre sorry!β she belted, whipping her head around. Every eye nearby landed on us as we stood there face to face in what appeared to be a couplesβ dispute. Ole girl was giving me a hard time and she wasnβt even mine. Not yet that is.
While I should have cursed her the fuck out for being such a brat when I was only trying to apologize, I couldnβt. She had my ass hook, line and sinker, especially when her trembled pouty lips joined the party. Still, she was going to have to behave fucking with me.
βThat mouthβs always so slick?β I asked. I then took charge as I reached up and dabbed her cheeks. She growled in response as those baby brown eyes grew into tiny slits along with balled up her fists. I didnβt give a fuck if she didnβt like it. I couldnβt have her snotting and sniffling all over the place because of me. Besides, she was too pretty for that.
βWhat?β I added, bracing myself.
If she slapped me, Iβd let her get away with it once, but two times was a no go. Iβd have to restrain her and tote her thick ass up out of here. I wanted her even more now, so I was applying the pressure just like a nigga with ten seconds on the clock and down by three. If you played ball, you knew how that felt. Yeah, thatβs how she had meβlocked in and committed to making the winning shot.
βOh, so now you want to fight?β I taunted her.
She lifted her chin in a manner as if she was saying βwhatβs upβ. That was cute since just a second ago she was crying, now she wanted brawl as if she would win. That shit was impossible since I easily stood at six foot seven while she barely reached my chest. I surmised she was five foot three, maybe five foot fourβfun size and fine as fuck. A deadly combination.
βMaybe.β She pressed her lips together, pushing out her chest.
βDamn, all because I want to apologize and then treat you to breakfast? Just trying to put a smile on your face.β Accepting her challenge, I then swiped just against her lip where a few grains of grits rested. Instead of a slap of the hand which I expected, she gasped and her eyes blinked a few times.
I chuckled as those plump lips pursed even more before she kissed her teeth. Oh, yeah. She really did want to kick my ass. Cute, but her ass still hadnβt moved. That was a sign I had a shot.
βIβm serious but let me finish what I started,β I spoke, then knelt down and gently swiped the contents from her calves and ankles.
Since she didnβt move, I continued on my journey as my swipes moved upward toward her smooth, thick and firm thighs. Must have played volleyball or some other sport. Either that or she simply had good genes coupled with good southern style cooking the way her body was set up. By then, her body had stiffen as goosebumps graced the scene. Oh oh, I knew I had her then.
βYouβre good?β I probed, hiking up one brow.
βYeah.β This time as she spoke, the base in her voice had vacated her body. The words came out all airy-like which I caught as I smiled. I guess I celebrated a little too soon though when she crossed her arms, trying to regroup and stage an attitude of defense.
She could cross them motherfuckers all she wanted because in a second, we were going back to that breakfast bar and we were about to eat. I had thirty bucks to my name and I was about to spend it on anything she spilled. Iβll fuck up those last cans of tuna for the rest of the week until I came up with a plan to get my money up.
I was in a new town and while hustling was out, I could find a park and shoot some hoops. The locals loved a good game to watch at the park to bet on. I couldnβt as much as I wanted to due to summer classes, but thickums was worth it. I could tell.
βThatβs what I like to hear whenever youβre with me.β As I slowly rose, our eyes remained affixed on each other. By the time I was fully standing though, she revealed a perfect set of beautifully, white pristine teeth once she blessed me with a smile.
A slam fucking dunk at its best.
I was mesmerized, studying everything from her eyes to that button nose that made me want to tug on it before my eyes latched onto her lips. They were pouty and covered with a liquid lipstick, something my sister Deena taught me from all the shit I used to buy or steal from the store for her. Lips that twisted just a little as neither of us backed down. I had no reason to though. Not when the treat before me was her lips eager for me to kiss them or so I hoped as she lowered her eyes, her cheeks a crimson hue.
Did she blush? Shit, yeah. She was blushing and the imaginary crowd around us was cheering me on. I think I won the gameβtime with her.
She was kind of prissy too, gauging from her salmon colored earrings and bracelet that matched her well-manicured nails and toes the color of salmon, too. Then she had the never to smell like she was brand new... like a fucking baby. It was some baby powdery scent that I wanted to memorize, store in my mental repository and smell again any time I thought about her.
Miss Mean Ass had me at her command and I still didnβt have her name or number as my feet remained planted right in front of her like cement had been poured on top of them. I guess I was standing there too long, but so the fuck what? If she wanted to walk away, nothing was stopping her. Thatβs how I know she was feeling me as that tinted skin warmed in color even more.
βWhat now?β she finally asked. I guess that pressure called silence was getting to her. Keeping it real, I was under a spell. My hunger pains had escaped me the second our paths crossed. βYouβre weirding me out and people are starting to really stare.β
Shit, she was worried about people? I looked around, frowning. That right there pissed me off. I couldnβt give a damn who was looking as long at us as long as she was looking at me.
βAnd? Fuck them people,β I spat, tossing my hand up in the air.
I had too much other shit to worry about like getting through this summer. My scholarship didnβt kick in until our Freshman Year when the basketball season started. I came up early to meet a few conditional requirements that came with little to no financial aid. All that time on the court got me in, but that money wouldnβt follow until I passed the summer with a GPA with a minimum of a B.
βYou already have them thinking I got you all upset. Too late to be concerned about a motherfucker now. Focus on my ass. Iβm the victim.β
Now I was just fucking with her, but she made it too easy not to, especially when she rolled her eyes as I pulled her arms from across her chest.
βGirl, relax. All uptight over nothing. Youβre ready?β
βFor?β she gawked, rolling her neck around. Yeah, that feisty shit is what I liked. Prissy and feisty.
βTo eat. Besides, I saw those blueberry muffins you had. My grams back home always makes some for me. Messing around with you committed to being mad and theyβll all be gone.β
βThen go.β She then waved me off with one hand in the air. βI donβt want you to be seen with the fat girl anyway.β
βFat girl where?β I stood there in shock, wondering if she were serious but when she lowered her head and shrugged, I knew she was. βLook. Eyes on me,β I demanded, pointing my index and middle finger up and waving them in between us. βIf theyβre not me, it doesnβt matter no fucking way.β
βAnd who are you supposed to be?β
βTrying to be your friend for starters, so let me. The nameβs Deon, Deon Farrington. Yours?β
βKatrice.β When she didnβt offer her last name, I shrugged. By the time we ate and had a full belly, sheβd be on my team which was exactly where I needed her to be.
βAlright, Katrice with no last name. And this time, double up on them blueberry muffins. Those motherfuckers are good if they cook anything like my grams. I can see now that we are going to get along just fine. After you,β I said, motioning for her to walk in front of me.
I also wanted to see those two perfectly round globes called her ass. That denim skirt had been blessed by God to come into such close contact with this masterpiece.
βAnd no more crying over spilled shit. Not when thereβs something better ahead of you like fucking with me.β