Derek & Ahsha FANFIC: Better For You (Chapter 2)
*Authors Note: Iâm baaaack with the second chapter, and the mess is just getting started! Thank you all for your patience, and please make sure to enjoy the roller-coaster of a ride that is: Better For You. Chapter 2 looks deeper into our favourite Devil, and his liking of our favourite Devil Girl. We also finally meet Mary Roman, Dionne (Derekâs sister) and⊠someone else. Hope you guys enjoy my new fan fic series. You can catch the rest of the story here. Remember to let me know your thoughts :) @betnetworks*
It was the morning after the eventful night before, and Derek was deep in his thoughts. The player was laid against his pillow looking up at the ceiling above. He couldnât help but cast his mind back to everything that had gone down last night. It wouldn't have been a typical day in âBad Boyâ Derek Romanâs life if things didnât end up getting out of control, or becoming overly dramatic. Drama seemed to follow the star athlete wherever he went and he was honestly fed up. However, as bad as the night had turned out to be⊠Derek couldnât deny that seeing the latest addition to the Los Angeles Devil Girls â Ahsha Hayes, wasnât the highlight of his night.
With that said, his brief smile at the thought was quickly replaced with a frown once reminded that his chances with the dancer couldâve possibly been ruined now⊠all because of the very person laid up next to him in the bed.
âMmmâŠâ Came her soft groan as she moved her dainty hand down towards his boxers, and began to caress his thick bulge.
âClaudette, chill.â He tiredly spoke. Usually, it wouldnât take much for the player to dick a woman down and have her walking funny for the rest of the week. However, Derek just wasnât here for it this time.
âShh⊠relax, baby. Let me take care of youâŠâ The vixen cooed as she placed a kiss on his bare chest, before flicking her tongue against his nipple⊠whilst still massaging his goods.
âI said stop.â His tone more serious. Although what she was doing felt good⊠and it felt real good. Derek had someone else on his mind.
âYou always tell me to stopâŠâ She purred. Her hands now sliding into his boxers, as she took a hold of his huge piece. âBut you know you donât want me to.â And just like that she began to stroke his dick, making sure to get a real feel of her man.
âShit, Iâd rather have someone else do this to meâŠâ He mumbled to himself, not caring whether or not he was heard.
âThe fuck did you just say?â He was heard. Claudette immediately stopped what she was doing and propped herself up.
âIf you have to ask⊠chances are you already heard what I said.â
She took one look at him, feeling a surge of female rage and instantly lost it.
âMotherfucker!â She shouted, slapping the hell out of his bare chest with all her might before leaving the bed. âI donât need this shit. Iâm about to have a single out and start my clothing line.â
âI know you did not just hit me! I know you did not just do that!â Derek loudly spoke out, as his eyes narrowed in on hers.
âDamn right I did, nigguh. Fuck you!â The real ATL in Claudette came out of her like it was nothing, as she stood on the other side of the bed in just her thong.
Like an instant reflex, Derek jumped straight out of the bed and rushed right over to where she was standing. Words could not describe the rage he was now feeling. The player knew never to put his hands on any woman, however heâd be damned if anyone ever disrespected him in such a way.
âYou know whatâŠâ His tone was so low and deep, as his dark pools intensified on hers. âCount yourself lucky that this nigga ainât the type to put hands on a bitch.â
âBitch? FucâŠâ Claudette tried to slap the player across the face but got caught mid-air once again.
âYou are really testing me, Claudette.â His grip tightened as he walked her back towards the wall. âThe next time you ever try this shit again⊠I wonât be so nice.â Her back hit the wall. âIâm not gonna tell you again.â
Seeing Derek in this light instantly silenced her. She was slightly frightened and wouldnât dare say anything else to piss him off even further. But man⊠was she turned on. There was nothing sexier than having a big strong man put you in your place when necessary. The two acquaintances remained silent as they continued to stare one another down. Their bare chests heaved, whilst only the sounds of their heavy breathing filled the room.
âYou ainât got nothin to say now, huh?â He moved even closer to her to the point where her breasts were now pressed against him. âThatâs what I thought.â He finally added before attempting to walk away⊠only to be stopped.
âWaitâŠâ Claudette quietly spoke, reaching for his shoulder. âIâm sorry.â She pleaded, but the player remained silent.
âDerek, Iâm sorry.â The vixen apologized once again. This time placing a kiss on his bare chest. âIâm sorry.â She repeated, moving down on the athlete untilâŠ
âMmmâŠâ She groaned as she slowly shoved his thick dick into her mouth.
Derek was just tired. Tired of fighting her off. Tired of the constant back and forth. Tired of wasting time on someone who merely saw him for two things⊠money and sex (though he only gave her one of those things). The simple fact that the he wasnât even enjoying the head he was receiving, was all the confirmation he needed to finally end whatever the hell this was. Derek was done fucking with Claudette, and since this would be the last time sheâd ever get to feel him again⊠the player thought heâd might as well let her finish the job. Â
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After one hell of a stressful ass morning, Derek really needed some alone time⊠and what better way than to run a few errands. Usually, the player would get whatever he wanted delivered⊠or would simply get his personal chef to prepare his meals for him. However, he needed the fresh air and could stand to leave the house and all of the drama that seemed to follow him.
Whole Foods Market it was.
âCoach is a damn trip. None of this shit is better than some smothered ribsâŠâ The player thought to himself as he picked up a few salmon fillets.
âFuck it.â He called out, before rushing back over to the meat section. âWhat he donât know, wonât kill him.â He laughed whilst placing some ribs and other selections of meat into his cart.
Derek continued to make his way around the store with a few fans spotting him â though he didnât mind at all. He smiled and waved, then kept it moving. Once making his way over to the fruit section, the player couldnât help but hear a familiar voice coming down the aisle. The universe truly did work wonders.Â
âJey itâs fine. I donât plan on speaking to his ass anytime soon. Keith has pushed me too far this time.â The dancer spoke on the phone as she stopped in front of the banana section.
âAhsha.â The player smiled to himself but chose to keep a low profile until she got off the phone.
âBut anyway⊠I call you back sis. I need to get some fruit, cos these shorts are starting to feel a little too tight.â She tried to suppress her raspy laugh. âOoh⊠now you know Iâm gonna tell my mom you said that about her ass! Bye.â Finally hanging up the phone, she made her way over to the exotic fruit section failing to realise the handsome player stood just a few feet away from her.
âI think you look sexy as hell in those shortsâŠâ Came his smooth response as he eyed her up from head to toe. The familiar voice instantly caused her head to shoot up⊠as well as the hairs on the back of her neck.
âDidnât your mother ever tell you not to eaves drop?â She replied, rolling her eyes. Damn he looked good.
âGuess I missed that talk.â He smirked.
âOf all the placesâŠâ She sighed, turning back to look at the fruits.
âGood morning to you too.â
âMaybe I should just come back laterâŠâ Â
âWow⊠so you hate me that much?â Derekâs words caused her to stop. Why was he so damn fine? She thought to herself. Just seeing the definition of his arms in the tank top he was wearing, was driving her crazy.
âI donât hate you, Derek. I barely know you, in fact. Iâd just rather avoid all the drama.â She was half telling the truth.
âDrama? You talking about last night?â He pressed. Ahsha could only play with the imaginary lint on her crop top.
âLook, Ahsha⊠Iâm sorry about last night. I didnât expect for things to go down like that. But I canât take responsibility for how Claudette acted. Sheâs a grown ass woman.â
âYouâre right.â Derek honestly wasnât the problem. âI guess I should say sorry for losing my temper too.â
âYou had every right to. No need to apologize.âÂ
âFine by meâŠâ She laughed, looking up at him.Â
âBesides, you look hot when you get mad.â He bit his lip, only getting her hotter.
âThatâs a whole lot of meat you got thereâŠâ The dancer tried to change the topic, looking at his cart. However, she failed to realise how that actually sounded out loud.
âWell⊠Iâm a big man, with an even bigger appetite.â Derek grinned⊠not missing what she had said.
âRight.â She nervously laughed, finally catching on.
âSo, you came all the way to the exotic fruit section⊠only to get boring ass bananas?â
âFunny. I actually came for this tooâŠâ She reached out to grab a Dragon Fruit.
âTheyâre overrated.â
âAnd theyâre great for your metabolism. Nobody asked you.â She playfully shook her head.
âYeah, well these are good tooâŠâ He reached for a pineapple.
âHold up. So, you talk about me getting some boring ass bananas⊠yet come here just to get a pineapple?â The dancer raised her brow.
âYup. They have health benefits tooâŠâ
âGood blood circulation isnât the only thing they help withâŠâ He licked his lips, hoping sheâd catch on to his double meaning â in which she did.
âYouâre a mess, and thatâs a myth.â She quickly turned to get more fruits.
âNot from what Iâve been toldâŠâ Â
âSeriously?â She looked less than impressed.
âAhsha, Iâm just messing with you. Chill outâŠâ He laughed. âYouâre too easy.â
âWhateverâŠâ The dancer couldnât help but laugh also.
âOh, she laughs.â Derek moved in closer. âYou should let me do that more often, you know⊠make you laugh.â
âShould we really be having this conversation here?â Ahsha looked around nervously.
âYouâre right. How about I take you out, and we have it then?â
âJust think about it.â The player whispered in her ear before placing an intense kiss on her cheek. âSee you around, AhshaâŠâ He ended as his hand lingered on the side of her face.
As if her knees werenât already weak. No matter how much she tried to shake her thoughts of the star athlete, heâd do something else to make her swoon. Ahsha took a few more seconds to cherish the kiss, and the scent he left⊠before telling herself to let things go. Between Keith and his constant bullshit⊠she really wasnât about to add anymore drama into her life.
Once Derek had left the aisle, Ahsha looked down into her cart only to notice five $100 bills on top of her groceries.
âHe didnâtâŠâ She said to herself in shock, before shaking her head with slight smile.
Her love certainly could not be bought⊠but man was this man was just too smooth.
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It had been a very productive day for the athlete, and he honestly felt good. After spending a few hours working out and practicing his jump shots at home â he felt it was time to pay the two most important women in his life a visit. Following the incident, Derek would literally stay put in his mansion and rarely ever left. Mary and Dionne would come by most days to visit and keep him company, but it still wasnât the same. However, with his new outlook on life⊠it was time to start being the son and brother he knew he could be.Â
Pulling up to the large gates in his black Ferrari, he pressed the intercom.
âHold on Cam⊠who is it?â Came the sassy tone of the young female.
âYou know who it is, Dee. Quit playing and buzz me in.â
âHe forgot his keys again, Cam. I caaanât!â The player heard her over the intercom on the phone. âHow you forget your keys every single time?â She continued, now talking to her brother.
âDionne. Iâm not gonna tell yo ass again. Buzz me in!â He spoke louder.
âOoh you tried it, Derek.â She rolled her eyes. The gates finally opened to welcome him in.
âWatch when I get inside.â Â
Once the player finally parked his car and entered the family mansion only to see his sister standing by the door⊠he instantly snatched her phone from her hand.
âDerek! Stop.â Dionne tried to reach for the phone, but Derekâs tall stature and long ass arms were too much for her.
âCamryn, Dionne will call you back.â He hung up the phone.
âDerek!â She tried to pull on his arm but the player was too damn strong.
âLucky I donât take over your damn snapchat and embarrass that ass more.â He handed the phone back to her. âNext time, open up the damn gates when I tell you to.â
âSasquatch ass.â She shot back, running before he could grab her again.
âWhat!â He called out, pretending to be mad.
âIf you two donât quit making all that damn noise in my houseâŠâ Mary Roman came from the kitchen less than impressed.
âYour big-headed son started it, mama.â
âI donât care who started it! And his head is not big.â Mary replied, before walking over to embrace her first born. âMy handsome baby boy is perfect.â
âThatâs right ma.â Derek smiled, hugging his mother back as he winked at his younger sister⊠to which she responded with a middle finger.
âUgh, I canât stand yâall.â Dionne playfully rolled her eyes.
âOh, donât be jealous baby girl. Come hereâŠâ Mary teased.
âYou two are about to do my damn head in. Go in the kitchen and eat the food I made, before I change my mind.â Both Derek and Dionne followed their mothers order, still going back and forth with each other along the way.
After sharing a few laughs and engaging in some conversation over the nice home cooked meal Mary had made⊠Dionne had taken off to the living room engaged in an important phone call with Camryn â whilst Derek stood by the counter thinking to himself after starting the dishwasher.
âSo⊠whatâs on my handsome sonâs mind?â Mary asked noticing the absent look on Derekâs face.Â
âHuh? Oh nothing ma⊠Iâm cool.â He replied snapping out of his thoughts.
âBoy, please. I carried your ass for 9 months. Went through 32 hours of labour⊠just to give birth to your 8lbs 2oz behind. I know you more than you know yourself.â Mary put her glass down on the kitchen island, folding her arms afterwards.
âHere you go.â The player laughed to himself, shaking his head. âHonestly mom, Iâm straight.â He tried to brush the topic off once again, however Mary wasnât having it or buying it.
âDerek Marcel Roman⊠if I have to ask you one more time.â She raised her brow.
âAlright, alright. I mean soâŠÂ thereâs this girlâŠâ Derek began, rubbing the back of his neck.
âHold on. In all 29 years of your life, you have neverâŠÂ not once come home to tell me about any girl.â Mary damn near chocked on her wine at her sonâs shock revelation, and she hadnât even heard all of it. The look on her face said it all.
Derek had never really opened up about the various women in his life as all of them were nothing more than just a booty call to him. As harsh as it sounded, it was the truth and went both ways most of the time. The occasional flavour of the month would want more from Derek, however the player just knew that none of those women were wifey material. None of them up until encountering someone elseâŠ
âTell me about it. I must be trippin.â
âOr she must be something special.â The protective mother spoke dubiously. âSo⊠how did you meet this girl?â
âWe met at my party last night⊠and ran into each other again at the store earlier.â
âOh, so you met her at the club? I see.â Mary was already over this conversation. She knew women flocked to her son and not just because of his good looks. Derek was the ultimate catch. He was tall, handsome, smart, rich, talented, athletic and not to mention again⊠FILTHY RICH. In her eyes⊠there was no way you could meet a decent girl at a club, especially not in Los Angeles. Therefore, sheâd be damned if any girl tried to trap her son.
âItâs not even like that, ma.â Derek tried to reason, laughing to himself once again. He just knew this would be his motherâs reaction and couldnât blame her at all. Mary simply wasnât here for any woman, and nor was he most of the time. But things felt different now⊠and he had to let her know that.
âDerek. There are only two types of girls you will meet at the club. Bottle Service Rats & hot in the coochie Gold Diggers ready to open up their legs, for a lotta bit of change.â Â
âImma act like I didnât just here you say that⊠but I understand where youâre coming from. However, Ahsha isnât either of those mom.â
âAhsha? See now⊠that name in itself is a lil ratchet.â Mary teased, before taking a swig of her wine.Â
Though she wasnât very fond of the fact that her son almost seemed head over heels⊠sheâd be lying if she said it wasnât nice to see Derek feel this way about someone for a change. As a mother, she wanted nothing more than for her son to meet and fall in love with a genuine girl that loved him unconditionally. She knew Derek had the biggest heart and a lot of love to give, and though he had struggled over the years with his pent-up anger and wild ways⊠he still deserved nothing but the best. Both of her children did.
âDamnâŠâ Derek mumbled to himself. This was going to be hard.
âLook baby, you know I support you in everything you do. Youâre a smart man, plus I damn sure didnât raise no fool. However, you know how these girls are. They see what youâre worth and what you can do for them⊠and bam. You are dollar signs to them, and itâs rare that youâll find someone pure.â She said in a matter of fact tone.
âI hear that, mom. But Ahsha honestly doesnât seem that way. She just joined the Devil Girls, and yes I know⊠most of the girls on the team are thirsty as it is. However, sheâs Jelenaâs younger cousin and we know how Jey is. Both her and Terrence are good people. Plus, I was trying to get at her all night and she wasnât having it.â The player explained, only to Maryâs satisfaction though she wouldnât admit it just yet. âOh and get this⊠she already has a man, and he ainât shit.â
âCuss in my house one more damn time.â
âSorryâŠâ He laughed. âBut for real, maâŠÂ he ainât.â
âAnd you know all of this, how?â
âI heard them talking over the phone and he was disrespectful as fu⊠as hell.â
âI see things still havenât changed in that department then.â Mary threw a subliminal shot at Derek & Dionneâs father, before continuingâŠÂ âSo sheâs Jelenaâs cousin, you say?â
âYouâve only met her twice, Derek. You canât get to know someone in such a short space of time.â
âI know. But when have I ever come to you with something like this before? You know if anyone can spot a fraud from a mile off⊠itâs me. Ahsha is different. Just the way she looks at me, talks to me⊠I feel it. Plus, she isnât afraid to put me in my place and you know how I can beâŠâ He laughed.
âOh⊠I know.â Mary lightly chuckled. Ahsha wasnât sounding too bad after all, but she was still sceptical. Looks could be deceiving, plus her situation didnât sound too good. âWait, didnât you just say that sheâs in a relationship?â
âYet youâre still trying to pursue this girl?â The player nervously rubbed the back of his neck once again. âNow, I know for damn sure I taught you better than that, Derek?â Mary was not impressed. The last thing her son needed was to get into more trouble.
âYou sure did, ma.â Derek replied as he walked over to the kitchen island where Mary was sitting, and grabbed both of her hands as they faced one another. "You taught me to always go for what I want, and to never back down from a challenge. I followed and conquered my dreams as an NBA player, and now Iâm a multi-millionaire⊠because you never gave up on me or Dionne.â The mother smiled, feeling her emotions beginning to get the better of her as her son continued. âI made a vow to become the man of this house, so that I could repay you for every single sacrifice you made for us. To make sure that the both of you were living comfortably⊠and nothing makes me happier than to see my vow come to life. But now, I think itâs time I find someone to make happy, to keep my head on straightâŠÂ and I know that someone is Ahsha. Thatâs why Iâm not backing down. The player finally added as his grip on his motherâs hands tightened. Mary could only stare back at her son intensely as his sweet, yet powerful words sunk in. She was so proud of him and of how far he had come.
âI wonât get in your way, son. I trust you.â She replied before pausing, as a single tear streamed down her face. âBut I also wonât sit back if things go left. You and your sister are my life. So believe me when I say⊠I will hurt anyone, that hurts or tries to hurt either one of my babies.â The mother firmly emphasized.
âI know.â Derek smiled as he wiped his Maryâs tear away, before placing a sweet kiss on her cheek.
The mother and son spent a few more minutes alone embracing their heart to heart. With Mary now aware of the current goings on in his life and feelings⊠Derek was now ready to make some real moves.
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It was his first official day back at the arena, and the player couldnât have been more focused. The presence he had on the court had not gone unnoticed. Derek Roman was simply a beast, and just when you thought he couldnât possibly get better⊠he did. Those 3 months away really made for a positive change. And although the player was borderline depressed and was starting to give up on himself, he made sure to channel his frustrations into endless practice and workout sessions at home.
âGood job today guys. If you keep this up⊠the Bulls wonât stand a chance against us this Friday. And nice work out there, Roman. Weâre happy to have you back on the team.â Coach Davenport proudly spoke as the other teammates gave Derek his props. They had all missed him for real.
âPreciate it coach.â He replied whilst wiping down his sweat.
âNow on 3⊠Devilâs Nation rise up!â Pete called out like a proud father.
âDevilâs Nation rise up!â The teammates followed. Â
âMan⊠coach worked our asses out today.â Terrence spoke as he walked out from the locker room shower. âImma need for Jelena to give me some extra TLC later on.â
âWhat, you feeling the burn old man?â Derek laughed as he lotioned himself up whilst sitting on the bench in just his towel.
âYour ass ainât even been back 2 minutes, yet youâre already trying to roast me? Nigga please.â
â2 minutes and still running the motherfuckinâ court. Whatâs my name?â Derek called out.
âD-ROOOO!!!â A few of the other Devilâs shouted, breaking out into laughter afterwards.
âThatâs right!â The player stood up beating his chest, before cracking up.
âStupid asses.â Terrence replied as he walked over to his locker, unable to hold back his laughter too. âAnyway⊠whatâs Claudette saying?âÂ
âMan, Iâm done with her and the bullshit.â
âYou not feeling her crazy as no more huh?â
âIâm just done. Before, I didnât have the energy to fight her off⊠but now Iâm too focused on ball and keeping my head on straight. Ball is life.â
âSo, Ahsha has nothing to do with this sudden decision?â Terrence interrogated with a smirk now on his face. Â
âMaybe⊠maybe not.â Derek shrugged. Â
âRight. So you really think Claudetteâs gonna take nicely to this, D? Sheâs the type of chick to show up to your house and cook you some burnt pancakes⊠asking if you like them "Dark, light or fluffy.ââ The player couldnât help but laugh at his own words, only to Derekâs displeasure.
"My name ainât Darnell, and this shit ainât A Thin Line Between Love & Hate.â Derek threw a balled-up sock at Terrence.  Â
âClaudette is dead ass like Brandi though. But in all seriousness, D⊠just be careful. Ahsha is family, and if anything happens to her⊠Jelena is going to have both of our asses.â
âCome on, Terrence. You really think Iâd put Ahsha in danger? Thatâs not my style man.â Derek shook his head. âDonât worry, I got this."Â
âAight, Casanova.â His teammate flashed a smile, before dabbing his best friend.Â
Meanwhile⊠both Jelena and Ahsha were walking down the hallway also coming back from their locker room, having a little conversation of their own.Â
âSo, it was your manâs first day back today. Did you manage to say hi?â Jelena teased, nudging her cousin.Â
âIâd expect this kind of comment from Terrence, or Kyle⊠not you.â Ahsha shot back. âBut to answer your question, no⊠I havenât seen him nor heard from him today actually.â She continued whilst looking down at her phone.
"Now do I detect a little bite in your tone, sis.â Jelena was starting to become amused at Ahshaâs actions. Though she didnât notice it⊠her subconscious reactions to anything Derek related were a dead giveaway.
âReally, Jelena?â Ahsha rolled her eyes.Â
âOh please, Ahsh. When are you going to quit acting like youâre not feeling Derek? Better question⊠when were you going to tell me that you ran into him at the store the other day?â The captain stopped dead in her tracks, folding her arms. Her green eyes almost seemed to illuminate as they bore right into Ahshaâs.Â
"I erm⊠it wasnât a big deal.â The dancer tried to brush off her cousinâs question.
âWait. How do you even know that we ran into each other?â She then probed, placing her hands on her hips.Â
âI overheard Terrence and Derek talking on the phone last night.â Jelena felt no way.
âSo, is eaves dropping a common thing round here? I feel like I should be taking notes or something cos apparently⊠everyone does it.â Ahsha sarcastically spoke.
âAre you going to keep avoiding this topic, or are we going to discuss whatever the hell this is?â Jelenaâs tone grew more serious.
âWhat exactly is it that you want to hear from me, Jey?â
âAhsha, it's pretty evident that Derek is feeling you. And by the looks of it⊠the feeling must be mutual. However, I know for a fact that he has never felt this strongly about any woman before. Therefore, you two need to actually sit down and talk so that you can figure out whatever the hell is going on.â
âJey, there is nothing to figure out. Iâve seen the guy what⊠twice? Iâm in a relationship with Keith. The end.â The dancer was really starting to get frustrated now.
âYouâre still with Keith out of pride, and loyalty to your relationship. A relationship that clearly fizzled out ages ago, and has lost all meaning Ahsha. But I wonât even go there with his disrespectful ass or the fact that youâre still with him. You already know I feel. All I will say isâŠÂ keep it 100 with Derek. Thatâs the least you can do for yourself and him.â The two cousins remained face to face.
Sugar coating things was not Jelenaâs thing by far. Ahsha was basically a sister to her and the last thing she wanted to see was the dancer being taken for granted by a piece of shit. Especially since Ahsha wasnât the naive type. Her cousin was simply just a hopeless romantic/fighter⊠hoping things would work out in the end. But how much was too much?
As much as she didnât want to hear those harsh words from her cousin, Ahsha knew that Jelena was right. The truth hurt⊠but coming from someone she absolutely adored and valued more than most, really put things into perspective for her (though she wouldnât admit so yet). In just a few days of encountering the Bad Boy, she literally couldnât stop thinking about him. The way he looked at her, the way he spoke to her, the way heâd make her swoon by his brazenness and irritate her with his presence at the same time. The way he smelled. It was insane⊠and she was confused. Things were moving way too fast, but she couldnât help but feel this way.
Just when she was about to say something⊠the two players finally left the locker room, only to run into the two very special ladies.Â
âGreat.â Ahsha sarcastically whispered.
âNow what are you two beautiful ladies doing in this hallway?â Terrence teased as his eyes narrowed in on his fiancĂ©e.
âMmm⊠I can smell your cologne from here.â Jelena spoke as she walked over to Terrence, wrapping her arms around his waist. Meanwhile, both Derek and Ahsha remained silent as they watched the happy couple reunite⊠whilst stealing a few quick glances at one another. The player was looking like a tall glass of something so chocolatey, and dangerous.Â
âItâs the one you got for me.â Terrence pulled her in tighter.
âI guess I have good taste.â The captain ran her hands up and down his broad back, only setting the mood even more.
âDamn right you doâŠâ And just like that, the two lovers began to kiss.Â
Both Derek and Ahsha on the other hand, felt some type of way. Derek wished he could be kissing on someone of his own just like that, whilst Ahsha wish she didnât have a piece of shit for a boyfriend. Without realizing, she looked over at Derek as her eyes travelled down to his luscious lips. God his lips are beautifulâŠÂ she thought to herself. Memories of when she almost got a feel of them at his party resurfaced, making her even more frustrated. Feeling eyes on him, the player looked back at Ahsha only to realise where her eyes were. He simply licked his lips, knowing exactly what he was doing⊠and began to make his way over to her.Â
âShit.â The dancer mumbled under her breath, getting hot and bothered. Something about Derek instantly made her nervous, no matter how much she tried to front. He was so sexy it hurt, and with his confidence, effortless swag and persistence⊠it only made it harder to resist him. Â
âI say we give them a run for their moneyâŠâ The player cooed, before looking back at Terrence and Jelena who were still fawning over one another and engaging in conversation.Â
âYou donât stop, do you?â She replied, rolling her eyes.Â
âNow you know you donât want me to.â He smirked.Â
âDonât recall saying thatâŠbut okay.âÂ
âWhen are you gonna quit fronting, Ahsha? You donât have to admit to wanting me yet⊠but can a brotha at least get a hello or a hug for a change?â The player towered over her, as his eyes stared deeply into hers.Â
Honestly, Derek had never had to put this much effort into getting some attention from a female before. Ahsha was giving him a very hard time, and he didnât know how to go about things. Maybe she really wasnât trying to end things with her man after all.Â
âSee, thatâs the thing. Itâs like you expect me to fall to my feet, or kiss your ass.â The dancer shot back, folding her arms.Â
âDerek, clearly youâre used to women giving it to you without even having to ask for it. I am not that kind of woman.âÂ
âAhsha, I just wanna get to know you⊠thatâs all.â He sincerely replied as his eyes remained on hers, whilst adjusting the strap on his Nike duffle bag. The player was starting to feel slightly uneasy, which was very rare for him.Â
Noticing his sudden discomfort⊠Ahsha could only soften at how cute he was. It was at this moment that she realised how much the player really liked her.Â
âI guess a hug wouldnât hurtâŠâ She spoke, pretending to open up her arms against her will. Derek simply smiled and gently pulled her in. The difference in their height amused him, whilst the difference and smell of him only caused Ahsha to get hot once again. The two friends began to subtly rock from side to side, without even realizing it.Â
âMmm⊠I could get used to this.â The player teased, burying his head into the side on her neck. She fit against him perfectly.
For a brief moment⊠Ahsha was completely lost in him. A hug so simple, yet intimate was all she truly longed for. A faint smile began to appear on her face before remembering where she was⊠and who she was with. âUgh, thatâs enough.â She spoke, softly pushing him off.Â
âFor now.â Came his slick reply.Â
They continued to look into one anotherâs eyes, before hearing the sound of Terrence clearing his throat.Â
âYâall need a couple more minutes or?â He teased. Jelena could only shoot the both of them a side eye, also.Â
âMan, be quiet⊠we should be asking the both of you the same thing.âÂ
âWeâre engaged, thatâs our excuse. Whatâs yours?âÂ
âOkay, okay⊠thatâs enough you two.â Jelena spoke up, noticing how tense her cousin seemed. âItâs getting late. Everyone ready to leave?âÂ
âYeah.â The two athletes spoke.Â
âIâm actually waiting on a ride since my car is still with the mechanics⊠so I guess Iâll catch yâall tomorrow.â Ahsha sighed. Keith insisted that heâd fix her car for her⊠but never got around to doing it. Typical.Â
âI donât mind waiting with you?â Derek offered with a smirk.Â
âYouâd love that wouldnât you?â She playfully mocked, but wouldnât pass up on his offer. âFine⊠but you better behave.âÂ
âI promise to keep my hands to myself.â He bit his lip. What had she just gotten herself into?
âI guess thatâs settled then. See you tomorrow, Ahsh.â Terrence walked over and gave her a hug. âIf Derek bothers you too much⊠let us know.â He joked, only to get hit by his best friend.Â
âDonât forget to call me this timeâŠâ Jelena reminded the dancer with a raised brow, before hugging her. âAnd remember what I said. I want all the deetsâŠâ She whispered.Â
âNosy ass⊠will do.â Ahsha replied, holding her a little tighter before letting go.Â
âLater, D.â She tip toed up for the player to kiss her cheek. And with that⊠the two lovers left the arena, leaving both Derek and Ahsha behind.Â
âSo⊠what time does your car arrive?â Came his deep voice.Â
âShouldnât be any longer than 5 minutes.â Ahsha looked through her Uber app.Â
âYou know my cars parked outside right? I could drop you home?â He sincerely offered once again.Â
âI couldnât let you do that, Derek. Iâm sure you have a busy schedule.âÂ
âYou do live in L.A right?â She laughed, shaking her head. âFine, I wonât press. Maybe next time.âÂ
âMaybe. Letâs go wait outsideâŠâ The dancer finally suggested, to which they both went ahead and did. It was fair to say that she was finally warming up to the player.
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The Devil and Devil Girl were stood waiting outside by the front entrance. Neither of them had uttered a word, but merely enjoyed one anotherâs company. Dusk had hit the beautiful city of Los Angeles and the atmosphere was everything. As the cool breeze hit⊠Ahshaâs dark locks blew gracefully, instantly catching Derekâs eye.Â
âFirst eaves dropping⊠now staring? You have no manners, Mr. Roman.â Ahsha joked, nudging the player.Â
âJust appreciating natureâs beauty.â He nudged her back, causing her to blush. âOh⊠you liked that one, didnât you? You liked that one.â He teased whilst softly poking her as her raspy laugh grew.Â
âStoppp!â She pushed his arm. âOoh, before I forget. I think you left something in my cart the other dayâŠâ She pulled out the $500 dollars Derek dropped from her purse. The player could only look on in amazement.Â
âYou didnât use it?â Derek was shocked to say the least. If it were any of the other girls he had encountered in life⊠they probably wouldâve used it, then asked for more.Â
âOf course not. I have my own money, Derek.â Ahsha replied, trying to hand the money back to him.Â
âRight.â He shook his head. She was unbelievable.  Â
âYou upset I didnât use it?â The dancer enquired slightly confused.
âNo, not at all.â He placed his hand on her shoulder. âYouâre amazing, you know that?â Ahsha could only shyly smile.Â
She attempted to give the money back to the player once again⊠but he refused. Instead, their eyes remained on each otherâs. They simply couldnât pull away or deny how they were starting to feel for one another. Though things were moving fast, neither of them could deny how good it felt to connect with someone. The urge to kiss resurfaced once again, and this time⊠Ahsha didnât want to fight it. They had both been longing for this moment right here, and just as their heads slowly began to move in closer⊠the sound of a car speeding down the road instantly caused them to pull away. Their lips only a few centimeters apart.Â
âLooks like Uber done stepped their game upâŠâ Derek spoke watching the luxury car pull up. The player was slightly irritated that their moment was disrupted once again.Â
âFuck.â The dancer muttered. Pissed wasnât even the word. âThatâs⊠Keith.â She added, instantly recognizing the black Mercedes C-Class.Â
âYou called him?â His brows furrowed.Â
âHell no.â She strutted forward whilst Derek stayed put⊠waiting to watch the scene unfold.Â
Keith blew his horn three times, signalling his arrival. However, Ahsha didnât budge. Instead⊠she stood still with the most coldest look on her face.Â
âLook whoâs back early from touring lil mama? Thought Iâd swing by and surprise you.â The ex-NFL player cooed as the window came down. However, Ahsha remained silent.Â
âThank you, baby. You so sweet. I love you.â He mocked in her voice, laughing afterwards. However, noticing that his girlfriend was less than impressed⊠he got serious again. âAhsh⊠I know youâre not still trippin over the other night. I said I was sorry.â He spoke once again, only to hear nothing in return. âAm I talking to myself?â The ex-NFL player was starting to get irritated.Â
He was done talking. Instead, the artist/model decided to simply get out of his car and talk to his girl face to face. Derek on the other hand, wasnât having it. He automatically responded by moving forward also⊠still trying to keep a low profile. Â
âAhsha⊠come on man. What more do you want from me?â Keith finally approached her, trying to grab her hand only to be brushed off.Â
âI want you to leave.â She bluntly replied.Â
âMan, thatâs bullshit. You do this every time. I said I was sorry⊠now you coming or not? Iâve got something for you.âÂ
âIâm straight.â She checked her phone. âAnd would you look at that, my Uber has just arrived.â The Chevrolet pulled up.Â
âI know youâre not about to get into that car, after I drove my ass all the way down here to pick you up?â Keith was really starting to get annoyed now.Â
âDid I ask you to come and pick me up? In fact⊠did you even tell me that your ass would be back today?â The dancers tone grew. She had had enough of his disrespect and blasĂ© ways.
âItâs time for you to go, Keith. Bye.â She pushed against his chest. âAnd take your car back to wherever the fuck you came from.â
âYouâre not gonna keep talking to me like that. You got me all the way fucked up.â His nostrils began to flare.Â
âLeave!â Ahsha shouted. The anger in the both of them was starting to reach its limit. Keith moved in closer as his chest started to heave⊠completely unaware that the star player was striding over to them.Â
âEverything alright here?â Derekâs tone was so low it sent chills down Ahshaâs spine. The player had witnessed everything and he was in no mood to deal with any bullshit.Â
âYes, everything is fine. Keith was just leaving.â The dancer replied, eyes still on her estranged boyfriend.Â
âIâll deal with you later.â His eyes narrowed in on hers, before turning his attention to Derek.Â
âDerek Roman⊠whatâs good?â Keith called out with a smile, extending his hand.Â
âKeith.â The player firmly shook his hand with the straightest face.Â
Both athletes had never personally met, but they definitely knew of one another.
âFirst time we meet, and itâs like this.â He laughed. âIf youâd just give me a quick sec. I need to finish talking to my girl.â He turned back to Ahsha, who was still ready to blow.Â
âI think we both heard Ahsha tell you to leave. Honouring the ladyâs wish, would be the gentlemanly thing to do.âÂ
âWith all due respect my nigga⊠this has nothin to do with you.â Keith began to frown.
âCall me your nigga again⊠and it will.â The player moved closer to the ex-athlete. âItâs time for you to go. Iâm not gonna tell you again.â His jaws began to clench.Â
âKeith, just leave.â Ahsha tried to calmly speak. As mad as she was⊠she didnât want Derek to get involved in their issues. Nor did she want for him and Keith to fight. Derek was much bigger than the ex-NFL player, but Keith could be trouble. Little did she know though⊠Derek was the one to be feared when it came to fighting.Â
Realizing that the grounds security guards were starting to take notice of the scene unfolding before them⊠he decided to do just that. The artist couldnât understand why the player was so protective over his girlfriend, but he damn sure didnât like it.Â
âThis ainât over.â He spoke, eyes still on Derek. âAhsha⊠Weâll talk when you get home.â Taking one final look at his girlfriend, Keith finally walked over to his carâŠÂ
Feeling embarrassed, completely drained and mad at the same time⊠Ahsha began to silently cry. Derek could see her tiny body shake and simply placed his large hand on the side of her neck.Â
âHey, hey⊠itâs alright.â He moved in front of her, now placing both hands on her face. âJust breathe.â The player continued to console her.Â
âWant me to walk over to the car?â She nodded, still shaking out of anger.Â
Once they approached, Ahshaâs Uber⊠Derek took the lead.Â
âHey, I need you to get this beautiful lady home in one piece.âÂ
âNo problem, Mr. Roman.â The driver replied. Everyone knew who Derek Roman was.
âAhsha, Iâll see you tomorrow.âÂ
âOkayâŠâ She quietly uttered. âThank you.â She silently mouthed, feeling herself beginning to get emotional once again.Â
âNo need to thank me. If you need to talk⊠just ask Jelena for my number, alright.â He used his thumb to rub on her cheek. However instead of responding, Ahsha just passed her iPhone to him⊠in which he understood. Quickly adding his number⊠he placed a kiss on her cheek, closed the car door and watched her drive off.Â
Ahsha could only sit back and think of the player. She was starting to realise that maybe he was what she needed, after all.Â
Derek on the other hand, knew exactly what Ahsha had meant about âavoiding all the drama.â However, the player was not willing to give up on her or what they could potentially become. Especially after witnessing just what kind of man she was dealing with. They both deserved better and Derek would make sure of it.
The next time he would see her⊠everything would be put on the table.Â
*Thank you all for reading. Hope you enjoyed the second chapter of: Better For You. Please make sure to comment, like and reblog. Much love & tag @betnetworks.*
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THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE EPIC!!!! *Evil laughs*