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  these are my confessions

  Joy King, Electa Rome Parks, Cheryl Robinson, Méta Smith

  Contents

  Love B-Ball Style

  by Joy King

  These Are My Confessions

  by Electa Rome Parks

  Strapped

  by Cheryl Robinson

  Divas Need Love Too

  by Méta Smith 251

  Credits

  Cover

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  Love B-Ball Style

  Joy King

  These Are My Confessions is dedicated to all my faithful readers who have shown me so much love in my short span in the literary world. Thank you—your support is greatly appreciated!! Much Love.

  First Quarter

  Triple Threat

  “Once again Glen Goodman has delivered the goods. Like a quiet storm, Goodman came in and stole a pass from an unsuspecting Dexter Jackson, then tiptoed down the sidelines to get loose for a slam dunk,” the game’s commentator roared. The sound of the crowd put your mind in the state of being at the circus, watching the trapeze artists at work, and watching the greatest show on earth. But instead of being at a Barnum and Bailey production, you were center court for the NBA playoff game between the Chicago Titans and Atlanta Phantoms, with Glen Goodman dominating the scene.

  “That’s right, baby, work that ball,” Sasha screamed, twisting her ample chest to the beat of the team’s anthem. All eyes zoomed in on the Beyonce clone because not only did her low-rise skintight jeans and midriff top leave little to the imagination, it was a well known fact that she was Glen’s significant other. Sasha had sat in the same courtside seat at every Phantom home game since moving to Atlanta a year ago. Once you got over the pretty face, ten pounds of blond highlighted weave, and the to-die-for body, which included a perfected pair of 34D salines, nobody understood what Glen saw in her. Sasha put the S in superficial, with her fake hair, boobs, phony attitude, and, if the rumors were correct, had been an industry groupie before she landed the most sought after bachelor in the NBA.

  She blew Glen a kiss as their eyes briefly connected as the crowd stood up and cheered following Glen’s slam dunk, the winning shot to seal the deal for the playoff win. Now, only the championship battle was left, and Sasha hoped that not only would her man win the NBA title, but that she in turn would capture the brass ring.

  “Girl, let’s go,” she said to her friend Tracy, who was the girlfriend of one of Glen’s teammates. “I want to be right there when Glen exits the locker room. You know all those damn hoochies are going to be swarming him.”

  “You know it. You better go let those tricks know it’s all about you.”

  “Yeah, that’s why I flashed these.” Sasha pointed to her bountiful breasts. “To let everybody up in this stadium know what’s up.” The two ladies clicked their four inch heels on the polished floor as they walked toward the hallway outside the locker room. Some news cameras were waiting for the players to come out, but all hoped to get one of superstar Glen Goodman’s classic lines to run with on the eleven o’clock news, ESPN, and tomorrow’s newspaper.

  “Here he comes now!” one of the reporters yelled.

  Glen came out looking like the suave, confident superstar that he was. He paused for a moment and flashed his signature smile, which could brighten even the darkest tunnels.

  “Glen, how does it feel to not only hit the winning shot but to score an amazing game high of eighty-five points? You’ve now beaten Kobe Bryant’s record, and are only second to Wilt Chamberlain,” the same reporter said.

  “Honestly, it’s not about the high score it’s about my team winning,” Glen replied. “I went into overdrive because the Phantoms were lethargic. I had to step it up. I don’t believe in losing, especially when I’m on the court,” he added in his usual overconfident way.

  “Your team—so now the Atlanta Phantoms is your team?” one reporter said sarcastically.

  Without missing a beat, Glen countered, “I’m the captain, so yes, it’s my team. The players turn to me for leadership, and like the mailman, I always deliver, even on holidays.” Then he winked and smiled to his many admirers.

  “Okay, no more questions. Mr. Goodman has to go,” Glen’s personal assistant, Bianca, interceded. Although she’d only been working with Glen for a few weeks, she knew that his arrogance would soon be the centerpiece of every comment he made. No matter how irritating Glen Goodman could be, nobody could deny that he had it all—charisma, talent, and skills that superseded the basketball court. He was definitely a triple threat.

  “Glen’s new assistant kills me,” Sasha snapped as Bianca hurried him away from the thirsty reporters. “She always tries to run everything. You would think she was his agent instead of a lowly assistant. I get so tired of her holding his hand like he’s in second grade and she’s schoolteacher.”

  “I feel you,” Tracy said. “I’m glad Isaac doesn’t have one of those. How did she get that job anyway? I thought he had some older lady as his assistant.”

  “He did—Ms. Pearl—but the old goose checked out,” Sasha said, smacking her lips.

  “What? She died? How?”

  “Nah, she’s not dead. Ms. Pearl had been Glen’s father’s assistant when he played in the league up until he retired. Then when Glen started playing, she became his assistant. She is damn near sixty years old and had no business being in the hustle and bustle of an on-the-go player like Glen. All those long hours finally got the best of her and she had to take it down. Her niece was a recent college graduate, and I guess couldn’t find no job even with her little degree, so Ms. Pearl let her take over the position. It’s only supposed to be temporary, but the bitch doesn’t seem to be going anywhere.”

  “That’s a trip. You don’t mind Glen spending so much time with her?”

  “I can’t front, it does annoy me. But luckily, she isn’t Glen’s speed. He’s not into those conservative librarian types. He likes sexy divas like myself, so whatever to her.”

  “Yeah, I feel you,” Tracy said, then moved away, to give Sasha some privacy as Bianca led Glen in her direction. Tracy sat on a bench in the corner, watching from the sideline.

  A gaggle of cute girls waved at him as he crossed their paths, and Sasha quickly walked forward to claim her property.

  “Hi, baby, you played so good tonight,” she said before placing a seductive kiss on Glen’s lips.

  Bianca discreetly rolled her eyes. “Well, Glen,” she said, “you seem to be in good hands now, so I’ll be heading home.”

  “Yeah, he is in good hands now, Bianca. Thanks for watching my man for me until I could get to him.”

  Bianca kept her eyes on Glen, ignoring Sasha’s comment, which infuriated her.

  “So I’ll see you in the morning,” Glen said to his assistant. “I want to go over a few things before we start playing the championship games.”

  “No problem. I’ll see you then,” Bianca replied, and walked off with Sasha burning a hole in her back.

  “Why was miss thing over there playing like she was your publicist or something?” Sasha demanded. “I mean she’s only your assistant.”

  “She’s more than my assistant,” Glen explained. “Bianca is very skilled. She has a master’s degree in marketing, so I feel comfortable giving her more responsibilities. Ms. Pearl was great because she was like a second mother, but Bianca is dope.”

  “So what, you’re thinking of keeping her permanently?”

  “That’s what I wanted to speak with her about tomorrow. I was hoping she would consider working for me on a long-term basis. I like the way she handles my bu
siness, especially with the media. It’s hard to find a reliable and proficient assistant. But she has the skills to do multiple jobs.”

  “She seems a little too boring to work for you.”

  “I’m looking for someone to handle my business, not go to the clubs with me, I have you for that,” Glen said, then kissed Sasha and put his arm around her waist.

  “Where’s Isaac at?” Tracy inquired, walking up to the couple.

  “He should be out any minute. So are we going to celebrate being one step closer to the championship or what?” Glen asked Sasha.

  “You know it, baby.”

  “I’m down, if Isaac would hurry up,” Tracy said.

  “Cool, let’s do this.”

  When Bianca got home, the first thing she did was pour herself a glass of wine. It was becoming an after-game ritual. The stress of dealing with a high profile athlete was taking a toll on her. She didn’t understand how her aunt had survived for so long. She was counting the days down, looking forward to when she would no longer have to play babysitter to an overbearing, egotistical basketball player, but didn’t know who was more annoying—Glen, or his bimbo Barbie girlfriend. What she did know was that the sooner she finished her temporary role as Glen’s personal assistant, the better.

  Bianca kicked off her shoes and sat on the couch, about to unwind, when her phone rang. “Who in the hell could that be, calling me so late?” she mumbled to herself as she picked up the receiver. “Hello.”

  “Hi, honey, are you sleep?”

  Bianca instantly recognized the voice on the other end. “Aunt Pearl, why are you calling so late? It’s almost midnight.”

  “I know, baby, but I need to speak to you.”

  Bianca eyed the receiver suspiciously. Her aunt sounded so serious, she wondered what was so urgent that she couldn’t wait until morning. It made her think about her aunt’s health.

  “Are you okay?” she asked, worried. “Have you been feeling sick again? Do you need me to come over?”

  Bianca’s heart was now thumping. Aunt Pearl was like a mother to her, and had been for ten years, since her mother—Pearl’s younger sister—had died at the hands of Bianca’s abusive father. She’d only been fourteen at the time. After her father was found guilty of murder and sentenced to life in prison, Bianca went to live with her aunt. Both of them were devastated by her mother’s death and found comfort in each other. To help ease her grief and not focus on the tragedy, Bianca had thrown all her energy into her schoolwork. When it was time for her to leave for college, her academic skills landed her a full scholarship to a university in Philadelphia. She completed an internship, received a master’s degree, then was offered a well-paid marketing position at a top notch advertising firm in New York City. The day she planned to accept the offer, she got the call from her aunt about becoming an assistant to Glen Goodman.

  “Calm down,” her aunt said. “I’m fine. I just need to speak to you about something very important to me.”

  “What is it?” Bianca felt a sense of relief as she sat back down, but her curiosity was piquing.

  “You know how much I appreciate you taking over my job with Glen. You were truly a lifesaver.”

  “You don’t have to thank me. I would do anything to help you out.”

  “No, you do deserve a thank-you and so much more. I know you had that great job waiting for you in New York and you turned it down because I needed you. But more important, Glen needed you.”

  “I understand the Goodmans are like family to you, and I was more than happy to step in and assist you any way I could. Plus, it’s only temporary and the job in New York is still waiting for me. They’ve been great about keeping the position open.” There was a long silent pause. “Hello…Aunt Pearl, are you there?”

  “I’m here.” Bianca heard her aunt clearing her throat before continuing. “Bianca, you’re like a daughter to me. I never had any kids of my own, but if I did, I would’ve hoped they all turned out as wonderful as you.”

  Bianca’s gut told her this was a setup for something she wanted no part of. “Umm-hmm.”

  “So if I ask you for a favor, it’s because you’re all I have.”

  “What’s the favor?”

  “Tomorrow Glen is going to ask you to work for him on a long-term basis, and I want you to say yes.” Bianca could hear the subtle pleading in her aunt’s voice, but it wasn’t enough to garner any sympathy from her.

  “You can’t be serious? I have one more week to work with that overgrown child and I’m done.”

  “Bianca, wait. I know Glen can be a bit hard to manage at times, but he means well. You have to understand he’s been in the shadow or living the lifestyle of an NBA star all his life. He doesn’t know any better.”

  “Aunt Pearl, not to be rude, but in a week that will no longer be my problem or concern. I’ve become a borderline alcoholic dealing with him and his slick-with-the-tongue girlfriend. I’m sure there are plenty of hapless souls who would love to be Glen Goodman’s assistant, I’m just not one of them.”

  “But he trusts you. He told me that ever since you started working with him, his professional life has been running smoothly. He said your marketing skills are priceless. He wants you to be more than his assistant. He really does speak highly of you, Bianca. If I thought anyone else could offer him what you can, I wouldn’t have agreed to speak to you on his behalf.”

  “He put you up to this phone call? My goodness, can’t he do anything on his own?”

  “He simply told me what was on his mind, and I wanted to help him.”

  “Yeah, that’s because everybody wants to save helpless Glen. That’s why he’s so screwed up now, because everybody kisses his ass, and for the last few weeks I’ve had to do the exact same thing. I’m sick of it.”

  “Please, Bianca, reconsider your decision. I’ve always been there for you and never asked you for much, but I’m begging you to do this for me. Just like you’re a daughter to me, Glen is like a son. He has a good heart. If you look past the bravado he throws around, you’ll see he’s a wonderful young man.”

  Bianca let out a deep sigh, regretting that she’d ever agreed to take the job in the first place. She felt stuck. There was no way she could refuse a request from her aunt. She had to find another way to get out of her dilemma, one that wouldn’t make her the bad guy.

  “Okay, Aunt Pearl, if Glen asks me to stay on, then I’ll accept his offer.”

  “I knew you wouldn’t let me down. Something wonderful will come out of this for you. You’ll see. Now you get some sleep. I know you have to meet Glen early in the morning. Thank you, baby, and good night.”

  Second Quarter

  Position of Power

  “Oh Daddy, fuck me harder,” Sasha demanded as Glen went deeper inside her with each thrust.

  “Damn baby, you feel so good. I’m about to come.”

  “Come inside of me, Daddy. I want to feel all your warmth.”

  It was Sasha’s way of saying she wanted his baby. She had wanted to get pregnant by Glen from the moment she met him. For the first six months, he wore a condom. When she finally convinced him that she wasn’t having sex with anyone else and was on the pill, she maneuvered that condom off his dick. Now, for the last year, she was working to get him to bust off inside of her instead of pulling out. It didn’t matter how drunk Glen got, it was as if he was programmed to shoot his seeds in every direction but the inside of her reproductive system.

  “Take it in the mouth and swallow it all up for me,” Glen directed as he reached his peak and pulled out to explode. Sasha was used to this request, as it was Glen’s favorite. She opened her mouth wide and tasted every last drop of his juices. It was getting to the point that she wondered if she should start running to the bathroom, spitting out his come and preserving it so she could have it inserted later on in order to conceive.

  “You were wonderful, Daddy.”

  “So were you,” Glen said as he rolled over on his back, feeling exhausted.
“Between the game, hitting the club, and the workout you just gave me, I’m tired as hell. I’m going to sleep like a newborn. Good night.”

  He kissed Sasha on the forehead and fell into a deep sleep within seconds. Sasha glided her gel-tip finger nail up and down Glen’s chest, admiring his muscle definition. Out of all the many celebrities she had bedded, none of them had made her feel like Glen. He treated her with respect and made her feel special. She was sure that he had heard some of the rumors that circulated about her, but he didn’t seem to either care or believe them, which only made her try harder to get her claws deeper into him. Her past conquests always let it be known that she was nothing more than a great fuck and party girl, but not Glen. That’s why she planned on staying with him no matter what.

  Beep! Beep! Beep!

  Bianca heard the sound of her alarm going off and squeezed the pillow over her head, trying to make the noise fade away. But it didn’t help, and she finally dragged herself out of bed to turn it off. The clock said eight-thirty, and she was supposed to meet Glen at ten. It took her forty-five minutes to get to his house because he lived in Buckhead and she lived on the outskirts of Atlanta. That drive alone was enough to make her want to quit.

  After a quick breakfast and shower, Bianca threw on her clothes and headed out. She hated to be late, and with morning traffic, there was a very good chance that she would be. She turned up the volume to hear her classical music CD as she thought about what she would say to Glen. Her words had to be executed just right because she had no doubt he would repeat their conversation to her aunt. It was imperative that she seemed cooperative, since her aunt’s opinion was extremely important to her. By the time she pulled up to Glen’s mansion, it was five after ten.