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Love

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There was no way I could just scroll pass. Black Love over EVERYTHING. 

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I love Black Love ❤️

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Still my fave thing

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Yes gawd Black Love push through

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Damn. This is beautiful

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Love this so much 💕

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UGGGGGHHHH

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Someday one day

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Look, I just want a chill night.”

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

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

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2:00pm 

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

“And then we didn’t get home til 4am this morning.” Jelena continued to talk as the two dancers placed a few shopping bags on her white marble counter top.

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

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

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

“Girl please. Stop acting like you’re not a freak.”

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

“Ahsha… you love dick. You're a freak.” Jelena repeated with the most straightest look on her face.

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

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

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

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

“Oh. Really?” She raised her brow. 

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

“Ha, probably.” She sarcastically added. 

“Why don’t we take this convo into the living room. I’ll get the glasses, the wine is in the refrigerator.” 

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

Deciding against her action… the dancer simply grabbed two bottles of wine and joined her cousin in the living room.

……

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

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

“Yeah. Why?” He nonchalantly replied still walking.

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

“Nah, I’m good. Just tired.”

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

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

“Yea, whatever.”

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

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

“Aight, but don’t go searching for food or nothin.”

“Man, shut the hell up.” They both laughed before going their separate ways.

……

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And he couldn’t come in to say hi?” Jelena played offended.

“He’s getting something to drink.”

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

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

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

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

“He’s "tired”.“ Terrence air quoted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey…” She softly spoke, faintly smiling.

“Hey.” He curtly replied before turning his attention back to his water.

Before anyone could even get another word out or address the elephant in the room… Derek simply took it upon himself to leave the scene.

“Yo T, I’ll be out on the court getting warmed up.” He muttered to his now very confused best friend. “Good seeing y'all.” The player finally added, addressing Jelena more than anything before leaving. It was fair to say that Ahsha was now completely crushed.

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

Meanwhile back in the living room…

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

“What was what about?” She played coy.

“Ahsha… you mean to tell me that you didn’t notice how off Derek was?”

“He’s your best friend, Jelena.”

“And he’s your potential, or am I wrong in thinking that now?”

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

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

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

“I’m not following…”

“I took your advice and he didn’t take it well.”

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

“Yeah.” She slumped back into the sofa.

“Damn.”

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

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

“I wish I could say that I was…” She meekly uttered. The effects of the wine were starting to kick in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think I am, Jelena.” She raised her head from her cousins shoulder.

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

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

“Well damn… alright then girl.” She smiled before reaching for her glass of wine. “So, exactly how far did you guys go last night?”

“Jey…” Ahsha warned trying not to smirk.

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

“Iyanla, really?.” Her raspy laugh filled the room once again. "Fine… let’s just say, Derek isn’t an NBA player for nothing.“ Ahsha couldn’t help but think back to the way he worked her pussy the night before. "He’s really good with his hands, if you know what I mean…” She winked at the captain.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean. Please elaborate.” Jelena mocked, tilting her head.

“He got a real goood feel of me.” Ahsha exaggerated, extending her slender fingers making sure her cousin could pick up on her sexual innuendo.

“Mmm… just like I thought, thot.”

“Bitch!” Ahsha called out playfully hitting the captain.

“Yet, I’m the freak? Girl bye.” Jelena popped her back.

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

……

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

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

“It wasn’t even like that.” Derek shot back, trying to steal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cool.” He grabbed two bottles and closed the fridge. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kay.” Ahsha simply replied.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll pass.” The dancer laughed, shaking her head.

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

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

“There goes D-Ro, why didn’t y'all speak?”

“Kyle… we don’t need to talk every time we see each other.” Ahsha replied trying her best not to sound too bothered.

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

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

……

5:00pm

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

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

“How about one that actually covers up something?” Ahsha replied sarcastically, eyeing up the provocative under garments.

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

“Didn’t you just say you were getting the red ones?” She raised her brow.

“I sho did. The black ones are for you.”

“Kyle…” Ahsha whined, rolling her eyes.

“You’ll thank me for this one day.” She winked, tapping the dancers ass. Ahsha had no choice but to laugh at the antics of her crazy friend.

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

“Crotchless panties… cute.” Came the sarcastic tone of the unnexpected shopper.

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

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

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

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

“Oh, I see…” Kyle whispered, also playing along. “Hey girl! Nice to meet you.” She continued with a fake smile, exaggerating her southern twang.

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

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

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

“Left his place?” Kyle repeated in confusion. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Now Darlin, you know D-Ro isn’t even thinking about you like that. Bless your delusional heart. Great meeting you by the way though. Have a blessed day.” The sassy blonde quickly added before rushing off to the tills. 

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

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6.00pm 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come again?” His eyebrows furrowed. 

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

“Look, I don’t know what’s gotten into you… but you’re not gonna keep coming at me sideways like that.” He firmly spoke. 

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

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

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

“Not until you talk.” The player tried to remain calm, but Ahsha had his attention and not for the right reasons. “What’s the problem?” 

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

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

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

“Ahsha…” 

“What happened?” 

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

“Just like I thought, you’re no different than the rest of these bastards.” She retorted, giving him the most dirtiest of looks. 

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

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

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

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

“It’s just sex. No feelings there. Can the same be said for you?” His 6′4 frame towered over her as they stood in the parking deck still arguing. 

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

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

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

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

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

“I wanna stop thinking about you…” Derek spoke against her lips as her breathing intensified. “But I can’t.” He finally admitted before taking her bottom lip between his teeth. All Ahsha could do was let out a sigh of pleasure. Barely having a moment to react before Derek pressed his tongue to the seam of her lips begging for entry, before delving inside of her mouth. His kisses alone had her ready to drop her panties and let him take her right there. It was a very sloppy yet sensual kiss being exchanged in the mixing of their ragged breaths. Ahsha’s arms reached up and wrapped around the players thick, strong neck. To which he responded by moving both of his hands down to tightly palm her ass. In an instant, Ahsha pulled away and moaned at the feel of the player before bringing her lips back into his. With every push of his tongue against hers, the two estranged friends couldn’t seem to get enough of one another. However, as good as this felt… things had to end in more ways than one. 

“Stop.” Ahsha breathlessly spoke breaking the kiss. “We need… to stop.” She continued, their lips only inches apart. “I need some time.” 

“I think we both need time.” The player looked down. “I like you, Ahsha… I like you a lot. But maybe this isn’t good for us.” He confessed, hurting his own feelings.

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

The kiss they had just shared only made their feelings for one another stronger, however deciding not to make things any harder for them… Derek simply backed away giving the Devil Girl space to open up her car door. No longer being able to look one another in the eye, afraid of letting their emotions fail them… they both just went their separate ways. 

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

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

[yeabitchitsvic]

Listen Im In Love With Derek Roman(A Character) not Mckinley(I Love and Support Him As An Actor) So Congratulation to He and Sarah.... As Long As Dersha Will Be Serving Good Chemistry During Season 4 Im Good!!! Tony and Kerry Do It With Ease So I Aint Worried

Tony and Kerry are both married (in real life) and yet Olitz is still #Slaying… They keep it cute, fun, sexy(sex scenes and all) and professional. Plus the chemestry is strong and as long as Dersha is the same way I don’t care what they do in their personal lives. I’m merely here to support them as actors/actresses!!! PERIOD!!! (BTW Can Dersha get a scene like the second Olitz gif puhhhlease!!)

[yeabitchitsvic]

Okay So Which Writer on The Hit The Floor Team Do We Have To Suck Up To; To Get This Dersha Greatness

Im tryna start sucking up early to be honest!!! Who We Gotta Slide This Dub($20) to under the table?? I WANT IT ALL!!! Power Couple Moves, Cute Couple Scenes, Sex Scenes, Arguments, Petty Moments, Crying Comforting Scenes, Moments with Sloane and Pete, All The Fuckery… Hell Ahsha and Derek going to war with Jelena….Nahhh Scratch that Derek would be a worthy opponent but Ahsha would probably just get hit by one of the bullets lowkey I feel.. ANYWAYS BRING IT ON!!! ALL THE DERSHA GOODNESS

[pettylabri]

Me walking into the writers’ office to deliver a request. Lol!

[blackerthings]

Me going undercover in the the Hit The Floor writers room like my ass belongs there…

[pettylabri]

Me walking into the room, delivering fanfics…Here’s the script:

[yeabitchitsvic]

LMFAO!!!!! @lovedersha @idershafanfiction yall killing me with these Wendy gifs

[pettylabri]

@romanholiday22 That gif makes me cry! Lmaoo

[domxcorleone]

Y'all all a mess. Goodnight! @idershafanfiction @lovedersha @romanholiday22

[plannedparenthood]

The House just voted to strip health care from millions of people and block patients from Planned Parenthood health centers. We can still stop this disastrous bill before it becomes law. 

Speak out now>>

[action]

Health care is a right for all of us. There are still ways you can take action to stop the passing of the AHCA:

1. Call your Senator.

Look up your Senator in this directory and give them a call expressing why you don’t support the bill. If you need it, you can borrow this simple script written by our friends at Bustle (@bustle):

Hello, my name is _______. I am a constituent of Sen. _________, and I am calling to ask them to vote against repealing and replacing the Affordable Care Act with the American Health Care Act. I want to relay a clear message to them that it’s critical that the provisions and benefits of the Affordable Care Act remain in place. Since its passage, 20 million Americans have gained health care coverage, and our country is enjoying a record low uninsured rate.

2. Send them a message. 

If you don’t feel comfortable calling your Senators, you can fill out the message form above created by Planned Parenthood (@plannedparenthood) and they’ll handle passing it along.

If you or anyone you know has ever needed to navigate the health care system in this country, you know how difficult and scary it can be. The AHCA would make matters catastrophically worse for millions of Americans, for people you know and love. Take care of each other, Tumblr. 

❤️

[sseureki]

#YAS REGGIE

[domxcorleone]

My new man. Reggie is too WOKE! 

[dancinwiththedevilblog]

Reggie is TOO fine. Father God. 🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾

[blackerthings]

Hit The Floor Clip: Derek Comforts Ahsha Over Raquel 

[blackerthings]

Favorite scene 😍

[blackerthings]

Hit The Floor (Season One) Top 10 Dersha Moments: #4 Derek Confesses His Feelings To Ahsha

After his altercation with her boyfriend nearly jeopardizes Ahsha’s job, Derek finally comes clean about his feelings for her.

[blackerthings]

Dersha Clip: Ahsha Dances For Derek At His Bachelor Party [HD]

[blackerthings]

Dersha Clip: Derek And Ahsha Get Married

[domxcorleone]

THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!!! @betnetworks have answered our prayers y'all! HIT THE FLOOR IS COMING BAAAAAACK!!! 😭😭😭😭

[omghacks]

[pettylabri]

Prompt #32: kitty

This prompt idea hit me while I was at work. Don’t know why or how but I had to write it. I hope you all enjoy! Again, this is mature and grown folks eyes only. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. *wink* Enjoy! 

Ahsha tapped her index finger against the mouse. Decisions, decisions. The thought of Derek screwing her while she was suspended in the air, made the insides of her thighs quiver. She imagined it, so much that she could feel his hands running over her heated skin. She felt his lips grazing her ears and massaging the tender skin on her neck. His thick fingers traveling down her abs, making their way to the top of her La Perla parties.

Now he was whispering in her ear. Talking about how hard he was going to fuck her and how many times he’d make her cum. Now she was beginning to work up a sweat and-

“Baby, you okay,” a deep voice bellowed. Ahsha’s eyes shot open and landed on her husband, who was giving her a worried stare.

“Huh-oh,” the dancer slammed her laptop shut. “Daydreaming.”

“Looked like you had fallen asleep with your head up, to me,” Derek replied, placing his bags by the closet before making his way over to his wife. “Hey beautiful,” he crooned, pecking Ahsha’s lips.

They had been Miami living for 3 years now. The move was a big step in their relationship and had brought them closer. In Miami, they were making new memories, plus eventually starting a family.

Neither one of them knew anyone in Miami, so they were forced to build a stronger bond. “Hey,” Ahsha grinned, pulling Derek into another kiss. “How was Oklahoma?”

“Hot as hell. With it being August, it feels like you’re walking inside an oven there,” Derek replied, pulling his shoes off and sitting on the bed beside his wife. “Everything run smoothly while I was gone? How was your appointment?”

“Doc says I’m good to go,” the dancer nodded, earning a smile from her husband. This was opening up yet another new chapter for them. After 3 years of marriage, they were finally ready to start a family.

“That’s good to hear,” Derek cheesed, his emotions all over the place. Ever since their wedding, he had been looking forward to starting a family with Ahsha. He hoped for a big family, though Ahsha insisted that he give her the chance to have one baby first.

“Mmmmmhhhm,” she hummed, thinking about the order waiting on her confirmation. They would have a lot of fun ‘trying’ to get pregnant.

“Maybe we can try after I get out of the shower,” Derek winked, kissing Ahsha’s cheek before jumping off the bed. Of course, he couldn’t help but tease his wife, by throwing his shirt in Ahsha’s direction while he stepped into their master bathroom.

Two Days Later

Living in Miami, meant occasional visits from Kyle, who had fallen in love with the city. Though she still lived in California, she no longer danced for the Devil Girls. Dealing with Jelena as an owner wasn’t easy. That wasn’t a surprise because she was hard to deal with as a captain and teammate.

The two friends were riding around in Ahsha’s new red BMW convertible on the busy Miami streets.

“I could get used to this life,” Kyle sighed, throwing her head back as her hair blew in the wind. “Ya’ll can adopt me, ya know. I promise to not lift a finger to help cook or clean, but I’m good company,” Kyle beamed. “Since you two haven’t given me a niece or nephew yet.”

Ahsha rolled her eyes. Between Kyle and her parents, everyone wanted a baby. Sloane barely waited two months after they were married to ask if her only child was expecting. Derek had been wanting children since their wedding night and he would have been fine if she gave birth the next day. Ahsha wanted to enjoy marriage as two before bringing a child into their lives. Plus, with both still growing in their careers, she wanted to get settled. Though you could never be completely ready for children, the new wife just didn’t want to rush it and Derek was perfectly fine with that. After three years, he understood why Ahsha didn’t want to rush but now he was more than ready.

“We are trying if that cools your nerves,” Ahsha replied, a smirk on her face as she thought of her next statement. “Which brings me to this. What do you think about sex toys?”

Kyle’s head shot up. Snatching off her sunglasses, Kyle stared back at her best friend, “Ahsha Renae Roman, what on earth do you need a sex toy for? Don’t you have one walking around the house every day?”

Ahsha chuckled. “I don’t need it for those reasons. Besides, who says I can’t have toys and a husband? But I’m talking about swings. Have you tried one?”

This only made Kyle’s eyes get bigger. “My word, my best friend is going 50 Shades of Grey on me! I’ve tried some crazy shit, but that’s not one.” Little did Kyle know, Ahsha had installed a pole in their bedroom for exercise purposes. She had only used it once for exercise.

“I’m thinking about getting one. But I don’t want to try something new if it means I will break my neck. That’s why I asked you,” the dancer shared.

“Oh, my God, you’re serious,” Kyle gasped. “Well, looks like we better get you a swing. I’m sure there are stores galore around Miami. Hold on,” the southern belle exclaimed, taking out her phone. “Hmmm, let’s see…there one downtown. Let’s check that one out.”

…………………

Fifteen minutes later, they were in downtown Miami.  Kyle barely let Ahsha park before she jumped out of the car and walked towards the shop like she was a child getting candy. “Before we go in, I have rules. I’m not sticking any strange objects inside of me. If we don’t know what it is, we’re leaving it. Oh and no whips and chains allowed,” Ahsha explained to her friend who was more interested in an outfit in the window.  

“Boo! You’re no fun,” Kyle whined, sticking out her tongue before pulling Ahsha inside. “Now where are the swings?”

Ahsha scanned the store’s aisles and looked at the many toys they had to offer. There were many things that Ahsha didn’t even want to imagine using. “No, don’t even think about it,” the dancer warned when Kyle snatched up a box of silver balls.

“But they vibrate,” Kyle shot back. “See.” She switched on a button and the metal balls began to vibrate loudly. “Well what’s the point of these puppies if they are so loud? Everyone would hear the vibration coming from your cooch.”

“You would be the one to wear them out in public. Let’s put these back before you go getting yourself into trouble,” Ahsha stated, placing the box back on the shelf. Her eyes fell to the bottom shelf. “Whoa, who would want a dildo this big?”

“A brave soul, girl. A brave soul,” Kyle added with wide eyes. “Swings are this way,” the blonde sang, skipping over to the next aisle.

“Hello, welcome to Kitty’s. How may I assist you,” an employee asked. Ahsha and Kyle turned around to find a tall woman wearing lingerie and pigtails. When the store worker saw Ahsha, her mouth fell open. “Ahsha Roman! Oh my God, I love your choreography. Love watching the Heat girls do your work out on the court. I’m majoring in dance, so I watch a lot of your stuff. I’m Trisha by the way.”

Great. Now everyone would hear about the Heat’s choreographer and Derek Roman’s wife, visiting a sex store. Ahsha could already imagine the headlines on those nosey blog sites. Derek Roman not making Ahsha’s kitty purr. The dancer was seen shopping for toys.

“Thanks,” Ahsha replied nervously, while Kyle snickered. “Um… I was looking at these….uh swings.”

Trisha chuckled to herself. She could hear the worry in Ahsha’s voice and it was written on her face. “Don’t worry, I won’t leak this news to the press. I don’t even get down like that, Mrs. Roman.”

“Thank you so much. I appreciate that…a lot,” Mrs. Roman gushed thankfully. “What do you know about these?”

“Well I’ve never tried one because I have the flexibility of a 90-year-old. But I’m sure with you being a dancer, you’ll do fine,” Trisha explained.

“Are they sturdy? Because my friend is as clumsy as they come. She won’t fall on her head will she,” Kyle chimed in. From the expression on Trisha’s face, she was assuming Kyle would be joining in on the fun. “Oh no! I’m not a part of this. Just here to help my girl out.”

“Okay, because I was about to tell you about our double swing…” Trisha began her voice trailing off when she saw the look of disgust on both Kyle and Ahsha’s face. One, Kyle didn’t get down like that with her friends. Two, Ahsha didn’t share.

They spent about ten more minutes in the store until they walked out with two large shopping bags.

………….

Two Days Later

Before Kyle left to go back to Los Angeles, she helped Ahsha set up her new toy. Suspended next to the bed, the swing made the Roman bedroom resemble a scene out of a dirty film. Ahsha couldn’t wait to see Derek’s face when he walked into her entire setup. They had never tried the whole role play thing. But, oh did Ahsha have this all planned out. Tonight, she wouldn’t be Ahsha Roman. Dressed in a tight black leather jumpsuit, paired with a pair of thigh high boots. Ahsha had transformed into Kitty and Kitty was trying to conceive tonight.

Milkshake blasted over the sound system as Ahsha finished her makeup. A smokey eye and red lip made Ahsha feel extra sexy. Derek would surely want a taste of her milkshake after the she got done with him and after he saw her costume.

The alarm buzzed and Derek came through the front door. Ahsha was waiting in the hallway, facing the entrance. She held a riding whip behind her back. Even though she didn’t intend to use it, it finished off her Catwoman-esque look. As soon as Derek opened the door and saw his wife, his mouth began to water. The way the black leather was hugging Ahsha’s curves had him wanting to take her right there. Her legs looked a mile long in the thigh high heeled boots. A mask covering just her eyes gave her a dangerous appeal.

“Hey baby,” Ahsha sang, her voice low and sexy as she sashayed over to the baller. Her hips seemed to move to their own rhythm. Bouncing side to side as her heels clicked against the marble floor.

“Mrs. Roman…” he began, reaching out to grab his wife’s hips, only to be swatted away by the riding whip she had hidden behind her back.

Placing the whip to Derek’s lips, she said, “Tonight, I’m Kitty,” she whispered, letting her tongue lick his ear. With that, she purred, rolling her tongue against her teeth. Kitty was ready to play and Derek was her prey.

Catching on to Ahsha’s game, the player began to play along. “Kitty huh,” he replied with a smirk. “Okay, whatever Kitty says.”

“Go upstairs and you better be undressed by time I make it up,” Ahsha demanded, before placing a kiss on Derek’s cheek. “I have a surprise waiting on you.”

“A surprise just for me? Let me get my ass up here then. Don’t keep me waiting Mrs. Roman- I mean Kitty.” Derek smacked his wife on her leather clad ass before climbing the steps. The dancer ran to the kitchen to retrieve the wine.  

By time she got upstairs Derek was standing in front of the swing, shirtless, but still in his jeans. “Baby, what the hell is this thing,” he asked, pulling at the straps.

“A swing,” Ahsha replied, earning a cocked brow in return. “A sex swing.”

Derek’s mouth curved into a grin. “What am I gonna do with you?”

Ahsha had a few things in mind. “Whatever you want to do with me,” she teased, running her hands up Derek’s midsection, feeling on his tight abs.

“You trying to get pregnant tonight, huh,” Derek said, letting Ahsha unbuckle his belt.

“That’s the plan,” she teased with a wink. Starting a family with her husband made Ahsha feel whole. Like her life had come full circle.

“I’m pretty sure I can help with that,” Derek crooned, taking Ahsha’s hand and bringing it to his lips. He kissed his way up her arm until he reached her lips. Taking her bottom lip between his teeth, Derek greeted his wife with an erotic kiss. They were both hungry for each other and Ahsha’s outfit and daring toy, the spark was already set. Ahsha kissed him back with equal favor. Their tongues melted together, fighting for dominance. Derek’s hands gripped the dancer’s firm cheeks, pulling her into his hardness. Tonight, wouldn’t be about love making and that much was clear just by the kiss.

Derek growled under his breath, picking the dancer up and tossing her in the middle of the bed. From the look in his eye, Ahsha could tell Derek was about to tear her up with no mercy. Licking his lips, Derek grabbed the tiny metal zipper that sat in the middle of her breasts. “I love this little outfit, but it’s gotta come off,” he muttered, slowly pulling the zipper down to Ahsha’s navel before stopping. Then he leaned forward, running his tongue from Ahsha’s navel to her cleavage. She had gone all out for tonight. Not only did she bring the kink, she wore her most expensive lingerie. Stopping, the player glanced up at his wife. “After tonight, you may be pregnant with twins,” he teased, his statement sounding more like a promise.

“That’s all up to you, Roman,” Ahsha replied, just wanting to feel his touch on every inch of her skin. Derek’s fingers gently massaged her sides before he began pulling her arms out of the tight sleeves. All the time it took for her to put on this getup didn’t even matter. Derek was ripping it off within seconds. The entire top of the catsuit was sitting at her hips, exposing the bright red Bordelle bra, which had the same kink as the rest of her outfit. “But before we get to that…” The petite dancer roughly pushed against the wall of Derek’s chest.

Derek rolled onto his back, bringing Ahsha with him, letting her straddle his lap. His hardness pressed against her center, sending waves throughout her body. Glancing over at the stripper pole they had installed a month ago, made the dancer even hornier. Suddenly, her confidence made her get up and walk over to the pole.

“What are you doing,” Derek questioned, biting his lip because he knew exactly where Ahsha was headed. Slinging one leg around the cool metal, Ahsha looked back at Derek who was now sitting up on the edge of the bed. A few times, the dancer had given her husband a show, showing off a couple of moves she learned in her pole dancing workout class. She reached for the catsuit that was jumbled at her waist, pulling it down and teasing Derek with what was underneath. Removing the boots, then the catsuit, Ahsha stood before Derek in the red bodice and matching thong. Her dancer’s body looked delicious in the sexy lingerie. “Damn,” Derek muttered under his breath. The things he was thinking about doing to his wife were criminal.

Her chocolate skin was glistening against the red fabric. When she bent over, he came undone. Thinking about the way she would feel in his hands, had Derek wanting to yank her over to the bed. Instead he watched as Ahsha’s hips swayed to her own beat. No music and Ahsha still managed to enchant Derek with her smooth, sultry moves. It didn’t take long for Derek to harden. It was almost painful and Ahsha knew exactly what she was doing. She seemed to work the pole with ease, her dance skills and technique obvious with every move.

Slowly walking over to her husband, Ahsha undid one of golden buckles that decorated the front of the bra. Resting her hands on Derek’s knees and leaning forward, Ahsha captured Derek’s lips. The player pulled Ahsha onto his lap, placing her legs on both sides of his thighs. “You are sexy as hell, you know that,” he commented, tapping one of Ahsha’s exposed cheeks. “You in this outfit, that swing and catsuit…girl, you are asking for platinum dick tonight.”

Ahsha laughed, “I get that on a regular basis, baby. But I’ll gladly take it,” she replied, grinding her hips for emphasis. “Now lay back.”

“I’m assuming this still Kitty talking,” Derek asked, gripping Ahsha’s hips. He loved when his wife took control in the bedroom.

“No, it’s your wife talking. Lay down,” Ahsha demanded, pushing Derek’s back to the bed. She straddled his hips and ran her small hands up his torso. Derek was much larger than she was but Ahsha felt a sense of control. His hands wrapped around Ahsha’s thighs as she began unbuckling his belt. Their eyes connected, both their lips set in a permanent smirk when Ahsha bent forward. Her warm lips placed soft kisses on Derek’s stomach. The player’s hands found themselves in her long, dark locs as her tongue trailed back down towards the top of his boxers. Curious hands roamed until they met his hardened piece. Ahsha’s center pulsed at the feel of Derek thick length under her hand. Reaching inside his boxers, Ahsha gazed up at Derek, with the naughtiest smile. Using the tip of her tongue, Ahsha teased the tip of his piece, loving the feeling of him tensing up under her touch. Slowly, she sunk down, using one of her hands to wrap around his thickness. Derek relaxed against the comforter, allowing Ahsha to please him. The combination of hard sucks and the warmth of her tongue, drove Derek mad.  

It didn’t take much for Ahsha to get him weak in the knees. Derek’s fingers pressed gently into her scalp as Ahsha’s head moved up and down. Feeling like he was close Derek quickly pushed Ahsha’s head up, “Nice try,” he said, sitting up and throwing her to the side so she landed on her back. Derek stripped out of the rest of his clothes before picking Ahsha up, earning a squeal. Placing her in front of the swing, the baller began to finish undressing his favorite dancer. When they were both naked, he lifted her onto the swing. “This swing can get us in a lot of trouble,” Derek said.

“What kind of trouble,” Ahsha mocked playing right into Derek’s game.

“Oh if you only knew. But it won’t hurt, I promise,” he cooed, kissing her lips. “There’s so many positions we can try on this thing.”

“Mmmhhhmm,” she agreed.

“I hope your arms are strong,” Derek challenged before tilting Ahsha’s body until her hands were touching the floor. This swing was already turning out to be a good investment. Ahsha waited in a handstand, confused but intrigued by what Derek had in store. The fact that she couldn’t see him made her even more excited. Suddenly, she felt her legs being lowered back to the ground until the tips of her toes barely touch the carpet. Then her legs were spread and the warm sensation hit her center as Derek began eating her out from the back. Her back automatically arched. Derek held her up so all the weight wouldn’t be sitting in her arms, but it didn’t matter. It felt so good that her entire body suddenly felt heavy. The baller’s thick tongue slipped in and out of her slick folds.

“Fuck, Derek,” Ahsha moaned, squeezing her eyes shut. Using the tips of her toes to push herself back, grinding her hips into his face. Each time, his tongue sinking a little further, his lips massaging hers gently. “Yessss baby!” The player hummed in response, satisfied with the taste of honey on his lips.

Reaching through Ahsha’s legs, Derek used his index finger to lightly stroke her clit. That’s when her already shaking arms finally failed and the poor dancer fell to her elbows. This didn’t stop her husband from following her lead. Derek’s grip tightened on her hips, holding them up so that Ahsha was face down, ass up in his face.

“Still think this swing was a good idea,” Derek asked, teasing her with his thumb. “Hmmm?”

“Derek,” Ahsha cried out, her fingers digging into the rug. This was complete torture and she was loving every moment of it. “If you don’t stop and just fuck me already.” Derek was the only person who got to see this side of Ahsha Roman. The freak came out whenever they were in the bedroom and this time was no different.

“Oh yeah, but I like my view, so you’ll have to wait with your impatient ass,” Derek shot back, flicking his tongue against her exposing center, making her toes curl. This time he didn’t stop, not until he ate her thoroughly. The faster his tongue moved, the wetter she became. She tasted so good that Derek didn’t want to stop. He continued to devour Ahsha, the sounds falling from her lips turning him on more and more.

“I can’t… damn,” Ahsha stuttered. Her mind and mouth wouldn’t even work together. Hell, her body was barely holding it together and Derek wasn’t done. “Fuck!” Ripple after ripple moved over her, causing her body to twitch. Her silk coating Derek’s fingers.  Then the player decided to take it to another level and give Ahsha a taste of her own medicine.

“Now you see how sweet you taste,” he teased, removing his finger from her mouth. Nasty ass, Ahsha thought to herself.

Derek barely gave her time to recover before pulling Ahsha to her feet and out of the swing’s slings.  The shaking in her legs couldn’t be denied. Not that Derek gave her enough time to even stand before he was pushing her forward on the swing again. Ahsha knew she would hate herself for this the next morning. The straps were already digging into her stomach and her arms ached from holding onto the arm straps. But for the sake of getting a proper fuck, she was all in.

Wrapping Ahsha’s legs around his waist, Derek’s pressed his length against his wife’s entrance. “I’ll give you two choices, Roman. You either want it soft or hard? So, what will it be?”

Being in this compromising position, Ahsha didn’t care how Derek gave it to her. “Surprise me,” she cooed, biting her lip.

“You sure? Because you know I’m full of surprises, baby,” he crooned, his deep voice rumbling. Oh, that voice did things to her. Ahsha felt Derek’s hand slide in her hair before he gently wrapped it around his hand and tugged backward. “Last call.” Ahsha felt Derek slowly sink into her warm abyss, inch by inch he fed her until she was full. The slow slide of his shaft felt like magic between her legs.  “Kitty?”  The firmness in Derek’s tone only turned the dancer on.

“Do me how you want,” she muttered breathlessly. “Argh!” Obviously, Derek was feeling a little on the rough side tonight.

“That hard enough for you,” he growled, pounding his wife from behind with no mercy.

“Oh God, yes,” Mrs. Roman cried, her grip on the straps tightening. He felt so good, she could cry real tears. When they got rough like this, Ahsha slept like a baby.

Thrusting in and out, Derek leaned forward, his teeth grazing the back of Ahsha’s neck. From the beginning, she was asking for trouble. From the swing, the catsuit and the lingerie, Ahsha was asking to be sore the next day.

Derek’s muscular thighs burned with every stroke. Pleasing his wife in the bedroom was always his goal. “Shit, Ahsha,” he cursed, still grinding into her wet heat. The way she wrapped tightly around him had him close.

The player loved watching Ahsha’s body react to him. The bounce of her breasts and ass, the arch of her back and the flexing of the muscles in her legs. She was sexy as hell. “Harder,” Ahsha demanded.

“Harder? Like this,” Derek added, his hand gently pulling Ahsha’s head back. “You want me to fuck you like this?”

Ahsha thought the swing would eventually break under their weight and due to the rough way they were handling it. Hell, the entire ceiling could fall in on them and she wouldn’t care. The dick was just too good. “Fuck…yes,” she squealed. Derek made sure to grant Ahsha her wish and more. He picked up his pace, beating Ahsha’s cake like he was the best baker in town. She panted, her muscles tensing as her husband continued his mission to put a baby in her that night. His buttocks tightened as he felt Ahsha’s body begin to quake.

The mind-blowing climax made their bodies go limp. They allowed their bodies to fall back to earth before Derek helped Ahsha out of the swing and over to the bed. The couple collapsed against the sheets, their wet bodies still shaking with aftershocks.

“Damn,” Ahsha mumbled, her chest heaving.

“Damn,” Derek repeated, glancing over at his wife. They looked at the swing and back at each other and laughed.

Kitty was satisfied.

Thank you for reading! Like I said, do not judge me. Um, blame Dersha. Thanks.

[domxcorleone]

Hey sis… hey! @idershafanfiction 

I said I wouldn’t pass judgement on you for writing pornography, so I will keep the side-eyes and smart comments to myself. 

For now… 

That doesn’t mean that you’re off the hook though! Ooooh Ahsha & Derek are all lil nasties lmaoooo. You too. 

Trust Ahsha to online shop for freak toys early in the morning, whilst daydreaming about her freak of a husband sexing her crazy. I can’t deal with these two lol… but it’s just so them. Which brings me to this point! Though I’m slightly shocked that they don’t already have about 5 kids, I absolutely love that they didn’t rush into having kids straight away as though the thought may seem nice, it’s always smart to spend at least a few years alone with your spouse. That way you have enough time to just focus on one another, before turning your attention to the rugrats. We all know how much Derek wants a basketball team of his own… but great that he respected Ahsha’s wishes. Now she’s ready ta go!

Fast forward and we have yet another freak in town… our fave Kyle! 

Now of course Ahsha would ask her about some sex toys lmaooo, but to both of our surprise… not even Kyle has tried out a sex swing. Ohhh Ahsha! 

They then go to the sex shop in order to find this swing, only for the store assistant to think that it’s for Ahsha, her man & Kyle… I CAAAAN’T. I can imagine the faces they both made lmfao. 

And finally we move on to the main event… 

Now Bri, I don’t even know where to start with the next series of events. 

Ahsha taking control in her leather catsuit and whip… Derek has completely turned this woman into a SUPERFREAK or FREAK HO, as Kandi & Porsha would say lmao. I died when Derek ventured off upstairs only to see the damn contraption his wife bought. I can see his face now… 

I ain’t shit for using this baby, but this gif just describes the face I imagined perfectly lmao. 

But nevertheless… like the encouraging husband he is, he was on board! Anything to make the wifey happy huh? Nasty asses. But Derek can’t take full credit for being a freak, because Ahsha most certainly gave him a run for his damn money. She said “It’s been 3 years, and now I’m ready to have all of your babies. This swing should have us set for at least 5 years since you’re about to put 3 babies in me!” Chile… I CAN’T LMAO! She was ready to endure all of the positions, pleasure and PAIN! 

And just when I thought the dirty talk couldn’t get even more freaky, you just had to make Derek say… “Girl, you are asking for platinum dick tonight.” 

My mind instantly went to Jill Scott singing “that’s what a diamond chipped dick do…” repeatedly lmfao. Lordt, everyone is just nasty. 

Once these two finally got their show on the road… I was done! Did Derek really eat her out from the back in that damn swing sis? 

To top things off he gets went HAM on her and in her. Nope, I am done. 

I think it’s fair to say that Ahsha not only got pregnant… but she is now Octomom. 

Bri, you did this! I know the struggle lmaooo… but like always you never fail. Great job sis. Pornhub called, they want to hire you. 

But for real… these two are nasty as hell lmaooo. Maybe you can add this sex swing into Skylines the prequel too huh? Yes, okay. 

Much love haha! 

[yarter-deactivated20170523]

Great Moments in Black History

Redman’s cousin sleeping on the floor during his MTV Cribs segment.

[specstestwalletandwatch]

When Gucci Mane was asked if he was inebriated in court and answered with “Bitch I might be”

[full-metal-negro]

when ODB went on stage during the GRAMMYS and said “Wu tang is for the children”

[inovoxowetrust]

Nicki Minaj calling out Miley Cyrus on national television giving us the iconic “ Miley, what’s good ”

[savvyzoe]

When Kanye took the mic from Taylor Swift

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When Destiny’s Child announced they were getting back together on Oprah

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When Snoop Dogg asked the East coast about love for the West Coast

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When Dave Chapelle shot a slavemaster on cable television.

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when common called drake Canada Dry

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When Diana Ross jiggled lil Kim tit …

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To all you artists out there, who don’t wanna be on a record label where the executive producer’s…all up in the videos, all on the records, dancin’…then come to Death Row!

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When ODB rolled up to the welfare office in a limousine

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When Rick James told that white bitch from backstage who he was on TV

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When YG showed up in a bulletproof vest and cut off pants

[sauvamente]

Whitney Houston trolling Diane Sawyer about her personal life for two solid hours “I ain’t telling you”

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When “Bobby Bitch” dropped

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Kanye saying George Bush doesn’t care about black people on live tv

[cleothegoldfish]

When Jesse Williams got on the BET Awards and dragged every white person by their follicles and some black people too.

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Monique letting Beyoncé know that big girls can “uh oh” too

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When Django blew up the candy land plantation

[thagoodthings]

Beyoncé 2016 SuperBowl performance

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[nico-incognito]

Annalise Keating getting a sew-in on national TV by Mary J. Blige is honestly the blackest thing I’ve ever seen… 

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Grace Jones being pulled by white dudes in her chariot in Boomerang.

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When A.I. stepped over Lue

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When Frozone was put in his place by his wife even though he needs to help save the world.

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Vince Carter dunk over Frédéric Weis in the Olympics

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When Eddie Murphy dropped RAW, currently the #1 box office stand-up of all times.

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When Michel Jackson said “he was not the father”

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Reblog for the culture

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When Left Eye showed Andre who the fuck she was!

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When Cissy Houston was side eyeing the hell out of Aretha

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When Ray J threatened Fabolous on Hot 97

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I’m crying.

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When Patti Labelle told that white woman on the Tyra banks show she doesn’t eat paper boo

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When Gucci mane aka big guwop exposed Angela Yee for her thot antics live on the breakfast club

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When Randy Watson showed Whitney how the song is really sung

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When Tupac and Snoop Dogg preformed at Cochella

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When Rick James told ol’ girl who he was at the BET Awards.

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When Remy Ma dragged Nicki Minaj to her grave

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When A.I put the reporters on blast for talking about practice

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when Rihanna threw that stack of cash at Stephen Hill the BET Awards

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When they announced the Black Panther movie with an ALL BLACK cast

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When most of the All-Star rappers from the 80s/90s came together and killed it on stage, for the final episode of Arsenio Hall’s late-night talk show.

[pettylabri]

Dersha Fiction: skylines: the prequel (ch.4)

First of all, I would like to apologize for the wait on this chapter. Writer’s block kicked my butt! Hopefully this makes up for it. Enjoy! Catch up on the series (here).

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters! All characters belong to James LaRosa. (minus Jasmine’s bitch ass)

What happened two nights ago, kept replaying in Ahsha’s mind. Trying to avoid Derek was getting harder every day. They saw each other from a distance, but Ahsha made sure she didn’t spend any extra time in the arena. She went out of her way to not risk running into him in the halls. After practices, she made sure to walk out with a group. That way, she could say hello and keep it moving. It was honestly childish and Ahsha knew she was being ridiculous.

“You seemed a little distracted today in practice. Everything good,” Kyle asked, pulling her shirt over her head. “Didn’t even seemed phased by Jasmine’s bitching today.”

“I’m cool. Just been looking at graduate programs and it’s stressing me out. Gotta find the perfect one, ya know,” Ahsha said, shutting her locker and leaning against the cool metal. “I need that second degree if I want to move up in the dance world after I’m too old to be on the stage.”

“You’ll get it all figured out. At least you have a plan after this is all said and done. I’ll probably go back to the strip club if this doesn’t work out for me. I didn’t even finish college, so there’s that,” Kyle expressed, a hint of sadness in her voice. That sadness quickly disappeared. “Oh well, it’s good money.”

“You’re a mess, you know that,” Ahsha chuckled, throwing her bag over her shoulder. “What you got up for tonight. Want to get some drinks?” She was literally trying everything to get Derek off her brain. Maybe drinking away her horniness was possible and she would forget about the sexy baller.

Kyle’s eyes lit up at the mention of drinks. “Now you know I’m always down for drinks, girl. Let’s go!”

The two friends rushed out of the arena and to a nearby bar. They both ordered cocktails and took a seat at one of the tall tables near the front door. “This place is nice,” Kyle expressed, taking in the modern scenery with touches of plum and ruby. “Never even noticed this place from the street.”

“It’s a hidden gem. I truly needed this,” Ahsha answered, pointing to her drink. Derek was still on her mind and it was obvious. Distraction was literally written all over Ahsha’s face.

“Okay, what’s going on with you? This has nothing to do with school or the Devil Girls, does it,” Kyle questioned, placing her glass back on the table. “Spill it.”

When you had a face that expressed everything, it was impossible to not look bothered. Ahsha sighed and sat back in her seat. At least Kyle had proven to be someone she could trust. If any of the other girls found out, Ahsha would probably be fired immediately. Especially with Jasmine watching her every move.

“Uh oh, that sigh doesn’t sound good.” Leaning forward, Kyle gave Ahsha all her attention.

Taking another deep breath, Ahsha mumbled, “I almost slept with Derek.” The words actually leaving her mouth made it sink in. She was close to letting Derek give her the ‘D’. Waiting on Kyle’s reaction, Ahsha stared down at the table. “We didn’t do much but-“

“Whoa, whoa, back up. You didn’t do much? What exactly did you do then,” Kyle asked, her blue eyes widening as she stared back in shock. The gossip was just too good for her to pass up. The drink could wait.

“I mean…we didn’t actually have sex. He…ugh…he attempted to go down on me,” Ahsha continued, watching Kyle almost fall out of her seat and forward on the table.  “But I stopped him.” ‘

“You stopped him! How on earth did you gather up enough willpower to do that? When the hell did all of this happen,” Kyle gasped, her mouth still hanging open after she was done talking.

“Two nights ago. When we hung out after the Red vs Black game. I don’t even know how it happened. We were talking and then he was between my legs,” the brown beauty admitted, clasping a hand over her face. “I can’t even face the man now.”

“Wow. I can’t believe it,” Kyle responded, shaking her head. “You do realize that you can’t avoid this man forever, right?”

“I know,” Ahsha whined. “I don’t know what to do. He’s not my type but I can’t let him go for some reason. It’s stupid.”

“Maybe he is your type and you’re having a hard time accepting that,” Kyle added, tilting her head. “But you let this man get a taste and you stopped him? Please show me your ways because they’re magical. How do you do that?”

Playing around with her napkin, Ahsha muttered, “Yeah, something else was magical too.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Ahsha. Clearly, you like the man and he likes you back. Why are you torturing yourself like this,” the blonde dancer pressed, seriously attempting to talk sense into her friend. “You need to talk to him. Before this gets extra awkward.”

“Um, it’s already awkward. What am I supposed to say? Oh, thanks for trying to tongue me down the other night, how have you been? I gotta leave him alone. This cannot happen.”

Kyle shook her head. Ahsha was stubborn and would have to figure it out on her own. After a few minutes of silence, Kyle asked, “Was it good?”

Well, of course it was good. The few seconds she allowed the man. “Yeah,” Ahsha snickered as she blushed.

……………..

After the Devil players finished their workout, Derek hurried to the lockerroom. He had a photoshoot and interview with Nike, a new endorsement he had received months ago. His stock as a Devil player was rising, which would be good once he was in a contract year. Building a kingdom was his goal since entering the league, even though he had gotten distracted by the fame, women, and money. He yearned to leave a legacy. The endorsements and building a brand were a good start. Other than his interview, Derek’s mind was on a special lady. After what happened between him and Ahsha a few nights ago, he couldn’t keep her off his mind. They hadn’t talked since then and Derek wasn’t sure if she even wanted to talk. There was something about her that kept him intrigued and he couldn’t figure out what it was. Maybe it was her carefree attitude, her boisterous laugh, the way her eyes twinkled when you complimented her, or the way she rolled her eyes in fake annoyance. In the last few weeks, he had gotten to know a person that was real. Nothing about Ahsha screamed a front. She just remained herself and he appreciated her realness since he hadn’t met anyone like her since being in the league. It was refreshing. But maybe he had moved too fast and scared her off.

“You trying to be late for your interview, bro,” Terrence asked, noticing Derek sitting on the bench in front of his locker.

“Oh! Just in here thinking and lost track of time,” Derek hurried to his feet and opened his locker.

“Thinking about Ahsha, huh,” his friend added with a smirk, earning a side eye. They had conversations about Derek’s favorite Devil Girl, though Derek didn’t tell his best friend what had happened the other night. “Nah,” Derek lied.

“I’m just fucking with you, man,” Terrence added, noticing Derek’s attitude.

“I’m cool. A lot on my mind right now,” Derek replied, stuffing his shoes in the gym bag and shutting his locker.

Terrence paused and turned to face Derek. “Dude, everything alright?” Derek wasn’t normally quiet unless he was sleep or bothered.

Glancing at his watch, Derek plopped back down on the bench. He didn’t even know where to begin or how to explain what he was feeling. Probably because he was feeling a way he had never felt before when it came to a woman. “It’s about Ahsha.”

“Ohhh,” Terrence piped up, leaning against the lockers, giving Derek his full attention. “She’s a good girl, don’t go fucking her over.”

“You act like you know her,” Derek shot back, more irritated with the fact that Terrence was accusing him of treating Ahsha like a groupie.

Before Derek could even accuse Terrence of trying to step in and steal his chance, he explained, “I don’t but it’s not hard to see she’s not like them hoes you’ve messed with. Unlike them, she has her head on straight. So, don’t go fucking her over and make it hard for the next guy.”

“I’m assuming you’re the next guy,” the baller added, saltiness taking over his tone. Having a bad boy reputation was a gift and a curse. Some women were into it, while women like Ahsha were looking for a stand-up guy. A guy that most likely fit Terrence’s description. That was the type of man you took home to your parents.

“That’s not what I meant. You know I’m with Jasmine and plus I wouldn’t do you like that. You know how you can be, D.”  

Hearing Terrence basically let him know he was the stereotypical athlete pissed him off. The truth hurt and Derek honestly didn’t want to hear it right now. He knew what his reputation was and didn’t need to be reminded constantly. “Exactly how can I be, T?”

It wasn’t Terrence’s goal to insult Derek but he had to let him know. He had to be honest with his teammate. When it came to women, he had a problem and Terrence hated to see a good girl getting caught up in the mess. Ahsha was new to the professional sports world and girls like her often got hurt by guys like Derek. It happened every season and then led to tons of drama.

“I’m just saying. You can’t lead her on and then drop her when you get bored,” Terrence warned. “Don’t you get tired of the games? I don’t know ol’ girl like that but seriously…”

“I get it and I’m being careful,” Derek replied, finally grabbing his bag, and standing to his feet. “Thanks for the advice, Mr. Love Doctor,” the baller threw in as he left the Devils locker room. Though it was the advice he didn’t want to hear, deep down he knew Terrence had a point.

…………..

Calendar Shoot-Devil Players and Devil Girls

As usual, the Devils calendar shoot was one of the most anticipated events of the year. A few seasons ago, they began implementing the Devils’ players which sold more calendars. The marketing team knew they had created something magical and the tradition continue. Locations changed every year and this time they were shooting at a mansion. Little did Ahsha know, this mansion belonged to the very guy she was trying to avoid.

As the dancers filed into the front door of the gorgeous home, Jasmine gave them instructions. “Ahsha…you’re February. You’ll be working with Derek.” Ahsha’s eyes widened at the news. First of all, February was always Jasmine’s month and secondly, why did she have to work with Derek? Of all the players on the roster, she had to work with the one who was just between her thighs days ago?

“February is your month, though,” Ahsha frowned.

Jasmine’s lips curved into a grin. “I decided to switch it up this year. Plus, me and Terrence want to do December, anyway. I’m sure you’ll have lots of fun.” With that, the hazel eyed dancer winked and moved on to the next girl. Did Jasmine know what had happened between she and Derek? Was he seriously one of those guys that couldn’t keep his damn mouth shut and had to kiss and tell?

Ahsha hurried up the spiral staircase and to the first room to her right. Rehearsing the possible conversation she would have with Derek in her head, Ahsha changed into her assigned bikini. The fabric seemed to barely cover her bottom. Great.

“Bow chica wow wow,” a familiar southern drawl rang out. Kyle quickly shut the door behind her and retreated to another corner of the room. “Heard you were shooting with Derek.” Kyle couldn’t even hide her smirk when she mentioned Ahsha’s favorite player.

“My lucky day,” came Ahsha’s sarcastic reply as she adjusted the straps on her swimsuit. “Who are you shooting with?”

“Gerald,” Kyle huffed. “Don’t know why they put me with him when he can barely grip a fucking basketball. What’s he gonna do with all this?”

“You know, I really can’t stand you, Kyle,” Ahsha laughed, shaking her head. “Please don’t make that man, nervous. Were the makeup and hair people downstairs already?”

“Yep, they are. Along with your man.”

Acting like she didn’t hear Kyle’s smart remark, Ahsha wrapped a robe around her shoulders and made the trip downstairs. Hair and makeup was set up in the living area and there were already a few Devil Girls getting dolled up for the shoot. Ahsha settled for a chair near the staircase when she saw Derek standing with a few of the Devil’s players in the kitchen.

Terrence and Jasmine were in the kitchen going back and forth about the month they were shooting. “I’m not wearing that stupid Santa hate, J. We always shoot February. What’s different this year?”

“It was time for a change. Don’t you think, baby? I know February is a special month for us but I wanted something different. Plus, I wanted to give someone else a chance to do the month of love,” Jasmine answered sweetly, in an attempt to butter Terrence up. February was their anniversary month which made the shoot special for them.

“You gave February to a rookie. Come on now, you can’t think I’m that stupid,” Terrence shot back. Jasmine had jealously issues and he knew that up front. No one on the team could outshine her and she used her manipulative ways to run off anyone that threatened her shine. People asked him what he saw in a girl with so much attitude but no one would ever understand.  

Her eyes widened. “I’m giving her a chance to shine. What’s wrong with that?”

“You giving another girl a chance,” Terrence’s cocked a brow. “It’s obvious you can’t stand her and you’re setting her up. Can you put the bullshit aside for once?”

“And you’re taking up for the bitch,” Jasmine spat, her eyes narrowing into slits.

The couple continued arguing as Derek slid past them and made his way over to Ahsha’s station. If they would be shooting together, then the ice needed to be broken. “Morning Davenport,” Derek hummed, catching Ahsha’s eye in the mirror.

“Good morning,” she replied, the awkward tension building between them instantly. “Looks like I’m shooting with you?”

“Your lucky day,” Derek flirted, trying to ease the tension. The makeup artist huffed, letting Derek know that he was standing in her way. “I’ll be waiting for you out back. Just go through the kitchen and then you’ll see the double doors.”

“Oh, look at you knowing your way around this huge ass house,” the dancer threw in with a chuckle.

“Well I think living here probably helps me out a bit. See you out back,” he winked, patting Ahsha on the shoulder before leaving her alone. Ahsha blushing like a school-aged girl caused the makeup artist to shake her head.

…………….

The February Shoot

The California sun beat down on Ahsha’s skin as she waited for her photoshoot partner. Her nerves were out of control, causing her hands to get clammy. Small talk most definitely wouldn’t cure the awkwardness between them. For the moment, she would have to force herself to stop thinking about the sexy face Derek made when he-

“Damn,” a deep voice interrupted. Ahsha’s head snapped around to find a shirtless Derek Roman leaning against one of the pillars nearby. “Looking good, rook.”

Suddenly, Ahsha felt shy in her small red bikini. Wrapping her arms around her upper body, Ahsha sat in one of the lawn chairs. Their photographer was still setting up the scene with the help of the Devil Girl director.

“You don’t have to be shy around little ol’ me,” Derek replied, joining her on the large chair. When Ahsha only responded with a side eye, Derek took his chance to talk about what had happened between them. “We going to talk about what happened or just act like it didn’t?”

There it was. The first time either one of them had mentioned that night. Ahsha closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “We should talk about it. Looks like it isn’t going away, huh?”

“Alright, we’ll talk later,” he answered, as the photographer approached them. Hopefully, they could focus on the shoot now that they at least agreed to speak about their intimate moment.

“You two ready? Think we’re all set up,” the photographer asked with excitement. This was his biggest paying gig every year. Of course, he would be all smiles. “Don’t be nervous. Relax and let that pretty face do all the work.”

“I’m not nervous,” Ahsha declared, knowing butterflies were literally swimming in her stomach. She had never been in a calendar, let alone posing with a man with the body of a Greek god. The photographer smirked in response. All the rookies were nervous and did a terrible job hiding it. Thankfully, their photographer did a great job of making them all feel comfortable.

Derek helped Ahsha to her feet and led her over towards the pool. Red heart-shaped balloons and rose petals lined the stone walkway.

“Alright you two, be natural and let it flow. Remember this is the love month, so sell it,” the photographer shouted over the music.

Being sexy did not come naturally to Ahsha. Or at least that’s what she believed. Working the camera was not all about being beautiful. Jasmine was standing on the second-floor balcony, staring down at her new teammate. Seeing her nemesis appear awkward in front of the camera made Jasmine giddy. Fans would surely complain about the month of February being a disappointment, especially when it usually belonged to the captain.

“Um, Ahsha could you maybe….hmmm…that pose isn’t working,” the photographer frowned. “Arch your back a bit more. No, that’s too much.” Ahsha was getting beyond frustrated. Between Jasmine being a conniving bitch and her not being able to adjust, she was about to snap. Derek felt Ahsha’s energy and thought it would be a good idea to take a quick break.

“Relax,” Derek urged, gripping Ahsha’s shoulders.

“Wish she would have left me in December,” Ahsha murmured, rubbing her temples. “I’ve never done anything like this before and she sticks me in February? Her month?”

Derek stepped in front of her so they could have a little more privacy. “Don’t worry about that girl. She’s a hater. Doesn’t matter if you’ve never done anything like this before. You got this. You going to let Jasmine’s miserable ass mess up your moment?”

“No but-“

“Look Ahsha, you’re sexy as hell and I’ve seen the way you work the dance floor. Where ever your mind goes when you dance, let it go there now,” he continued, letting his hands fall down Ahsha’s arms.

“It’s not that easy, Derek. You’re not doing this in a little ass bikini,” Ahsha complained, crossing her arms. “If I fuck this up, I will never live it down.”

Derek chuckled. “You won’t fuck anything up. Trust me. Relax, stop overthinking and just…go.”

Pep talks weren’t really his thing, even in the locker room. But he knew that Jasmine was only setting Ahsha up to fail and Derek refused to let that happen. Ahsha didn’t believe she had the sex appeal to nail this shoot, though Derek saw different. The way she worked the dance floor told him she had it in her. Jasmine was looking forward to seeing Ahsha fail and it wasn’t about to happen on his watch.

Still doubting that she could get her shit together, the dancer turned back around to face the photographer. Hopefully Derek’s ‘pep talk’ gave her enough pep to finish the shoot without being as stiff as a log.

“Ready,” the photographer asked, his patience running thin. “I have other girls to shoot.”

Ahsha adjusted the straps on her heels before wrapping her hand around Derek’s forearm. An act so natural that neither one of them seemed to be phased by it. “I’ll follow your lead since you’ve done this before,” Ahsha whispered. They used one of the large stone pillars as a prop. Derek leaned against the cool concrete and pulled Ahsha between his legs. Her small frame fit perfectly with his large one as the dancer relaxed against Derek’s toned chest.

Excited that he had a good shot, the photographer gushed, “Perfect. Now Ahsha, arch your back a little bit and tilt your head to the left. Gotta show off those beautiful physiques.”

Their brown skin glistened under the warm sun. They were looking like a couple straight out of Essence magazine. Ahsha loosened up as the shoot went on, giving the photographer shot after shot. Add on the chemistry with Derek and he was wishing he could sell their entire portfolio to Sports Illustrated.

Jasmine and Terrence were next and were walking out the back door to wait for their turn. Jasmine thought she would be walking into a joke. She had her smirk ready because she knew Ahsha was making a fool of herself. To her surprise, Derek and Ahsha were looking like they had stepped right out of a catalog.

“Uh oh, someone is trying to give you two a run for your money,” the photographer commented, sparking a dangerous flame. That was the last thing that Jasmine needed to hear. This only added fuel to the feud brewing between the two dancers. “I think we got some good shots. You two were great. Nice job, Ahsha!”

By this time, Jasmine was seething. No one could compare to the King and Queen of the Devils. Ahsha was already wearing out her welcome and Jasmine had to let it be known that she ruled this organization.

“That’ll never happen,” Jasmine spat, not even trying to hide her irritation. Terrence nodded in Ahsha’s direction, giving her small smile to let her know he wasn’t tripping.

Little did Jasmine know, her spot on the throne was in danger with a future queen in line.

………..

Later that Night-After the shoot

Everyone had packed up and cleared out of the mansion. The day was long and they didn’t finish the shoot until late that evening. Ahsha waited for Derek in the spacious living room. She studied the many trophies on the mantle. She found it odd how his mantle wasn’t decorated with pictures of family. Honestly, she didn’t see a single photo throughout the entire mansion.

“I thought you wouldn’t stick around since it got so late,” Derek’s deep voice bellowed. He had changed into a pair of sweat pants and a sleeveless Nike shirt.

“Figured I’d stay since we agreed to talk.” she replied. Them being alone again sent that familiar feeling between her legs. The same one she had that night when they almost went too far.

Neither one of them knew where to begin. “You want anything to drink,” Derek questioned, taking a sip of his Gatorade.

“Nope, I’m good,” Ahsha said, sitting her bag on the floor next to the pool table. “This brings back memories,” she continued, picking up a pool stick.

“Memories of you attempting to play,” Derek laughed, joining in on the game. This at least was an ice breaker. They played for a few minutes before Derek started their much needed discussion. “You regret what happened that night?”

Being honest was the only way Ahsha would feel better about this entire situation. “I wouldn’t say I regret it but…I’m more confused than anything.”

“Confused about what? Me,” Derek questioned, placing the pool sticks back in their holsters.

“Just about all of this. You’re usually not the type of guy I’m attracted to,” Ahsha began. “You know what I mean?”

“You go after the good guys. I get it,” the baller added.

“I wouldn’t say it like that. I go after guys that aren’t as-“

“Ahsha, it won’t bother me if you say you only go for the good guys that you can take home to meet the parents. Even though, I’ve already met the parents and dad seems to like me,” Derek joked, earning a laugh. “Seriously, I’m not a bad dude though. Yeah, I seem like it on the outside but-“

“I never said you were a bad guy, Derek. If you were, I wouldn’t be standing here talking to you right now. It would be a waste of time because a bad guy wouldn’t have respected me that night,” she explained. They both were sitting on top of the pool table, her leg resting comfortably against Derek’s. “I’m not used to dealing with a guy that has 20 million women chasing after them.”

“Or the type that gives 20 million of those women his attention?” Ahsha nodded. “I know I have a certain reputation that follows me. Terrence let me know that the other day and I wasn’t trying to hear it. But you’re unlike any woman I’ve met. I haven’t met a single woman who doesn’t want something for me. Whether it’s fame or money.”

“How do you know I’m not after that same thing,” Ahsha questioned. Derek’s money didn’t faze her one bit. Her parents were well off and she had lived a decent life. Even if she hadn’t, Ahsha could care less about how much money Derek made each season. The fact that Derek picked up on how genuine she could be, was intriguing.

“The way you carry yourself. Even with me throwing out every line in the book, you don’t budge,” he laughed. “And you actually take interest in what I’m saying. You listen, even though we barely know each other.”

“Most of the time I don’t have a choice. With that loud ass mouth of yours,” Ahsha shot back, playfully slapping Derek’s arm.

They shared a laugh and then the silence set in. Derek’s gaze remained focused on Ahsha’s lips. The urge to kiss her took over him and he leaned in to capture her lips. That same flame from last time ignited between them. There was no denying their attraction to each other. Not anymore.

Pulling away, Ahsha muttered against his lips, “I like you.” Such a simple statement held a lot of weight. After all the denying and trying to bury those budding feelings, Ahsha was truthful with herself. Whatever it was building between them wasn’t going away. Their chemistry was almost potent. This was a huge risk, not to mention something that could get her kicked off the team. But, in that moment she didn’t care. Being in denial was exhausting and she had grown tired.

“We should do something about that then,” Derek responded, pecking Ahsha’s lips once more. There was a moment of silence before Ahsha attacked.

Ohhhhhh, looks like it’s going down in the next chapter! I already know you all will kill me for the cliffhanger. Next chapter, things get a little wild, so you’ll thank me later. *wink wink*

Thanks for reading, loves! I will be starting the next chapter in the next couple of days. Hopefully, I can get it out much faster than I did with this one.

[domxcorleone]

So you had me wait 22 damn years of my life for this story… only for Derek to still have BLUE BALLS & Ahsha to have COOCHIE COBWEBS? @idershafanfiction!  

Why must you continue to torture the baes and ME? Why. What did I ever do to you? Dammit sis. 

Anyway, let’s get into this chapter lol… 

Ahsha “Frontin” Davenport-Hayes Roman - cut the shit! She’s only making things harder on herself. Avoiding Derek like the plague isn’t going to help the situation. It’s understandable that she feels a certain type of way falling for a man like Derek, however… 

I mean come on Ahsha! lmao. 

But in all seriousness… from time you opened up your legs to let him get a sample of your cookie, even if it was for 0.5 seconds… THERE IS NO AVOIDING THE MAN! 

Moving on to… Terrence “Peggy” Wall and his pep talk? 

The truth hurts and Derek needed to hear it. Yes, we all know that his intentions with Ahsha aren’t bad - however he still needed to hear some home truths about his ways. 

We ain’t mad at you Terrence. Derek…

Now, the calendar shoot was genius. Imagine how much better this moment in season 1 would’ve been if the players were actually featured in it too!!! *swoons*. Let me get it together… 

Jelena Jasmine is a miserable bitch with too much damn time on her hands. Even Terrence is tired of her wicked bitch of the west ass! 

However, her stupid plan backfired. Ahsha may be a rookie that’s new to all of this… but the girl is talented and that’s something Jelena Jasmine can NEVER take away from her. HA! 

Then you partner her with Derek, and still expect her to fail?

Girl please lmao. You’re lucky Dersha didn’t end up making a baby whilst KILLING their photoshoot together! 

And as always… Derek is nothing but supportive of his boo. He managed to keep her calm, allow her to believe in her abilities just like he does… and BAM! Magic. 

Which leads me to the final part of this story… 

After EVERYTHING… these two finally have a well needed conversation. And just when Ahsha decides to stop playing herself and face up to the fact that she WAAAAAANTS Derek’s kielbasa - YOU STOP IT RIGHT THERE!!!! 

YOU BETTER END THIS DROUGHT AND LET THESE TWO GET WET AND WILD SIS! I WANNA SEE WATER PARKS, SLIP & SLIDES… YOU NAME IT! @idershafanfiction. 

Lmaoooo yes I’m a mess. This is what desperation does. Fix it sis! Great chapter… but I will be on your ass until the next chapter is posted. 

[domxcorleone]

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

*Authors Note: SURPRISE FAM! The first chapter is finally here, and is starting with a BANG! Thank you all for your patience, and please make sure to enjoy the roller-coaster of a ride that is: Better For You. Chapter 1 starts with the return of Derek Roman, followed by other interesting events. Hope you guys enjoy my new fan fic series. You can catch the rest of the story here, once the other chapters are posted. Remember to let me know your thoughts :) @betnetworks* 

January 27th, 2017

“Yeah… now this is my shit!” The player enthused whilst turning up the radio station, sat in his black Aston Martin. “It’s seven o’ clock, on the dot, I’m in my drop top… cruisin the streets. I gotta real pretty pretty little thang that’s waiting for me. I pull up!” He sang out before realizing that his best friend and teammate was still nowhere in sight. 

Looking at the time, he deeply sighed to himself before pressing the call button.

“Yo D! What the hell is taking you so damn long man? We were supposed to be at your club by 12. It’s now 11:58!“ 

"Look Terrence… I’m not coming.” The man of the hour nonchalantly replied over the phone. 

“Fuck you mean "you’re not coming”? This party is for you, Derek!“ His best friend argued, now starting to get frustrated.

"I said what I said man. Besides, I didn’t ask for this damn party.”

“Derek… these people have come all this way just to welcome your black ass back! Therefore, stop this shit and get outside. I’m not gonna tell you again.” Terrence simply had no energy for Derek’s shitty mood. If this were any other night, he would’ve let this go. However, a lot of planning and love went into making this night in particular special for the troubled player… and he was not about to take no for an answer.

"You’re not hearing me, T. I said I’m not coming. Tell those people to take their asses home. You know they’re only there to get put on anyway. Fuck em." Derek shot back. He really was in no mood for company.

"D… come on man. You’ve got Jelena and I. You know we have and will always have your back. She went to a lot of trouble to help plan this for you, you know that?”

After hearing those words from his best friend, the player took a few seconds to think to himself. Both Jelena and Terrence were like siblings to him. In fact, blood couldn’t make them any closer. They were simply his family and honestly, he’d pretty much do anything for them. However, after going through what felt like the lowest point in his life… Derek just didn’t feel like celebrating anything or with anyone.

Backstory 

One of the most infamous brawls in NBA history occurred on October 28, 2016 after a brief scuffle between Derek Roman and Josh Smith (LA Clippers). Due to a hard foul, a fan threw a beverage on Derek… causing all hell to break loose. Derek and a fellow Devil’s teammate jumped into the stands and punched the beverage thrower. More players and fans jumped in the brawl to try and separate the two, but Derek was too far gone. After the smoke had cleared, Derek was ordered to pay a $50,000 fine whilst receiving a 3 month ban, a 6 month probation, a year of anger management classes… plus 100 hours of community service. The beverage thrower however, would suffer from a broken eye socket and a broken jaw. He would also be banned from attending any future games the LA Devil’s would play.

…..

“T, I swear if it wasn’t for the fact that y'all were like family to me… I would not even consider this shit. Count yourselves lucky. You owe me one.” The player finally replied after much thought.

“I owe you one for attending your own damn party? Really nig… you know what, never mind.” Terrence shook his head and laughed. “I appreciate it brother.”

“Man whatever. I’ll be down in 5.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear.”

“And I’m taking my Ferrari. Not tryna hear your non-singing ass, and shit.” Derek shot back, unable to hold back his laughter. Terrence could only accept his L since Derek actually could sing.

After a few more minutes, both players were set to go. They drove off in their sports cars ready to see what the night had in store for them.

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12:30am  

Club Rome was usually one of the hottest places to be at in Downtown, Los Angeles. And tonight was no different. Party goers were stood waiting outside impatiently in ques that filled the entire block, whilst several celebrities, athletes, socialites and vips entered the infamous club. However, no entrance would be more anticipated than that of Club Rome’s very own… Derek Marcel Roman.

After spending a few months off the court following the incident that occurred, people couldn’t wait to see the return of the “Bad Boy” of Basketball… and now was finally the time.

Once the two black sports cars pulled up to the valet parking, the unruly crowd began to get even wilder. The loud ruckus outside was going head-to-head with the party going on inside. And as if that wasn’t enough… the paparazzi began to swarm in to get their first glimpse of the player. Meanwhile, back in their cars the two players exchanged a few text messages.

…..

Terrence: Looking kinda crazy out there. You ready?

Derek: I stay ready.

Terrence: Aight. Let’s go.

…..

And with that said, the two players exited their cars only to be almost deafened by the crowd and blinded by the flashing lights.  

“Look… it’s Derek Roman and Terrence Wall!” One of the paparazzi called out, whilst taking endless shots. The party goers began to get even crazier.

“Derek, Derek… over here!” Another followed. “Is it true you went to rehab?”

“Guess the Roman Emperor finally lived up to the Bad Boy name?” Yet another added, instantly causing both Derek and Terrence stopped dead in their tracks.  

If looks could kill, this camera man would be six feet under. Derek could feel himself begin to lose it, however once Terrence grabbed his shoulder… he began to calm down, though still mad as fuck. This had always been Terrence’s way of calming the player down since they both got drafted together and grew very close. Derek had always been the hotheaded one, ready to kick ass and ask questions later… whilst Terrence was the calm and collected one though would knock someone the hell out if need be. 

Deciding to take the high road, the player just continued to walk alongside his teammate… finally entering the club. 

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The missing presence of the player didn’t even seem to matter as the party was in full swing! The bartenders were busy fixing one drink after the other, as the DJ continued to play straight fire whilst the strippers dropped down and got their eagle on. It was fair to say that everyone was having the time of their lives, and Derek couldn’t help but grin as they made their way through.

“Well damn…” the player mused, observing his surroundings.

“And your stupid ass didn’t wanna come.” Terrence added, soaking up the scene.

“Haha, aight… I’ll give you that. This shit is lit!”

“And it’s about to get even better.” Terrence continued as he caught the attention of the DJ, giving him the signal.

“Aight ladies & gentlemen… Club Rome is about to get even more turnt up! The man of the hour, the Roman Emperor himself… Derek “Bad Boy” Roman has finally arrived!” The crowd went wild as the spotlight hit the star athlete. “Glad to have you back brotha! Now let’s really crank this shit up. This one’s for you D-Ro!” The DJ finally added, before dropping Panda – by Desiigner, causing everyone in the club to to lose their shit.

Derek saluted the DJ before making his way through the rest of the club with Terrence. As they continued to greet everyone, a less than impressed Jelena spotted them and made her move…

“And what time do you call this?” Came the bark of the feisty female.

“Baby, baby, calm down. I was on time… blame Derek.” Terrence replied, trying to relax his fiancée with a kiss to the forehead. However, Derek was too busy catching the attention of several thirsty women to realise how pissed his friend was.

“Derek!” She yelled, hitting his shoulder.

“Oh my bad, Jelena. I just wasn’t feeling up to it… but T convinced me to come, and I see why. You’ve done a great job and I really appreciate beautiful.” He continued, using his charm to his advantage. She rolled her eyes as the player leaned in to hug her. “You’re lucky I love you like a brother.”

“Haha. Take it easy on T… for me.” He whispered.

“I’ll see.” The two laughed, before Derek went back to entertaining his waiting group of females.

“So… can I get some of that love too?” Terrence spoke whilst wrapping his arms around Jelena’s waist.

“Should’ve gotten here when I told you to. You had one job, Terrence!” Jelena fiercely shot back, slapping his hand… however he only tightened his grip.

“He’s here now, isn’t he?” He softly placed a kiss on the side of her neck. “I’ll make it up to you when we get home…”

His words only caused the vixen to grin. The couple shared a quick kiss and headed to the VIP booth.

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1:45am

After checking out the strippers alongside a few other basketball players, Derek joined Terrence & Jelena back in VIP with a few groupies tagging along.

“Man, y’all outdid yourselves tonight!” He enthused before taking a swig of his Hennessey.

“As did you. Looks like Peaches made at least $5k.” Jelena looked over to the stripper, then back at Derek.

“$10k actually.” The smug player corrected, causing the groupies to swoon.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” Terrence added, shaking his head.

“I’m young, single and rich as fuck.”

“Mmm… that’s right Zaddy!” One of his jump-offs spoke, rubbing on his upper thigh.

“I can’t.” Jelena replied in disgust.

“Chill.” He laughed. “You think I’d really spend that much on some random girl? Come on now. I am Derek Roman. I gave her $1k.”

“You’re still a mess.”

“Thank you.”

They all laughed until getting interrupted by another young female, and a group of very familiar faces.

“Jey!” The young dancer called out, waving vigorously.

“Oh my gosh, Ahsha! Come here girl.” Jelena replied just as excited. “I was starting to think you weren’t going to make it.” She continued as the beautiful dancer made her way into the booth.

“You know me, I wouldn’t miss a party like this for the world.”

“Me either!” Her friend Kyle added.

Jelena hugged the young beauty, before introducing her to the rest.

“Guys, this is my little cousin Ahsha.”

“Hey y’all!” She sweetly spoke. However, Derek was too busy whispering sweet nothings into yet another groupies ear.

“You and Terrence have already met.” Jelena continued, as her fiancé got up to give Ahsha a hug. “What’s up trouble?”

“Please… you’re engaged to trouble.” She shot back, winking at her older cousin.

“Haha! Touché.”

“Speaking of trouble… this is Derek. Derek!” Jelena called out again, finally grabbing the player’s attention. “This is my cousin, Ahsha. She’s a Devil Girl now, so stay away from her.” She continued jokingly. However, the minute both the player and the young dancer set their eyes on one another… it was as if the room had stood completely still. Dressed in a black lace playsuit in which showed off her small yet alluring cleavage, whilst complimented by her peep-toe Givenchy ankle boots, and set of sterling silver Michael Kors jewellery… the dancer was simply breath taking. The fact that her hair was bone straight, made the player weak in the knees.

He wasn’t the only one feeling some type of way though. Ahsha couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of the infamous bad boy. His chiselled features and muscular body had her breathless. Plus, it didn’t help that he was wearing the hell out of his Tom Ford black velvet blazer, with a slightly opened fitted white shirt, matching fitted black trousers, black Gucci loafers and a huge silver Rolex to finish the look.

“A Devil Girl huh?” The player stood up and reached over to shake her hand. “Derek Roman.”

“Ahsha… Hayes.” She replied, feeling her heartbeat begin to increase. “I know who you are.” She continued, trying to play it off. Did she mention that he smelt like sex? His cologne was invading all of her senses and don’t get her started on that deep ass voice of his!

“Oh yeah? Well it’s a shame that I don’t know you. Maybe we can change that…” He cooed, eyes still fixated on hers as their hands stayed linked together.

“Maybe not. I have a boyfriend.” She immediately snapped back into reality, pulling her hand out of his.

“Of course.” Came his simple reply as he slowly looked her up and down. Damn she was sexy! “So, that means you can’t have friends?”

“It means… she has a boyfriend, Derek.” Jelena interrupted, shaking her head.

“I have enough friends.” Ahsha added.

“Alright.” He chuckled. “Well hopefully I’ll see you around, Miss. Hayes?”

“Don’t bank on it.” She winked, before taking her place beside her cousin and catching up.

Derek could barely think straight. Whichever one of his groupies had his attention before… was a distant memory now. All he could think of was Ahsha, and getting to know her. He continued to watch on as she engaged in conversation with Jelena. Just the way her eyes twinkled as her raspy laugh filled the VIP section, had him transfixed. The player simply couldn’t understand what it was about the young dancer, but man did she have him feeling things he had never felt for any other woman before.  

Just as the player continued to enjoy the view of his new “interest”, another familiar face made their way over to the desired athlete and his guests.

“Sorry ma’am… I can’t let you past.” The bodyguard stood beside the velvet rope spoke, causing the young female to get irritated.

“I’m with Derek.” She added with enough bite in her voice.

“Ma’am I can’t let you…”

“Derek!” She called out, causing the player to look up only to roll his eyes.

“Yo Jeff, it’s fine. Let her through.” He simply added, receiving a nod from the bodyguard.

“That’s what I thought…” Came her sassy reply before setting her eyes on the very man she’s been waiting for. “Now I know you’re not just going to sit there…” She seductively spoke, placing her hands on her hips.  By now, everyone was looking at the scene before them ready to see what would happen next. The player stood up and approached the beautiful temptress…

“You didn’t have to make a scene.”

“And you didn’t have to be so damn fine… but shit happens.” She purred, running her hands up his torso before placing them on either side of his face.

“I’m serious, Claudette.”

“Mmm… you’re so sexy when you get mad baby.” And just like that she kissed his lips, to which the player couldn’t resist.

Terrence and Jelena simply went back to talking, as this was nothing new… whilst Derek’s other groupies didn’t seem too bothered and decided to entertain themselves. However, Ahsha couldn’t help but feel some type of way. Was she jealous? How could she be jealous of a girl she barely knew and a guy she literally just met? Her eyes stayed on the player and his jump-off as they continued to exchange kisses. She instantly began to feel herself get heated and knew she had to find an excuse to leave the area.

“I’m going to call Keith. He was meant to be here by now.” The dancer said to her cousin, before getting up and heading for the barrier. “Sorry… excuse me.” She added whilst trying to get past Derek and his girl?

“Woah, woah… you leaving already?” The player instantly shot back, gently grabbing her arm. He was not ready to see Ahsha go.

Oh, so now he remembers me? She thought to herself before replying. “No, just going to make a call.”

“Ahh, to your man right?” He grinned, earning an unamused look from both women.

“Right.” Ahsha bluntly added before immediately leaving the scene.

“Cute.” Claudette sarcastically spoke, rolling her eyes. However, Derek couldn’t help but sense something was bothering the young dancer. Seeing her walk away like that had an instant effect on him. Suddenly, Claudette’s presence was no longer necessary or needed.

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3:00am

The player had spent a good 15 minutes in search of the newest addition to the Los Angeles Devil Girls, however just when he began to think she had left… he heard two voices coming from one of the pods in the back.

“You do this every fucking time, Keith.”

“Baby… you know how it goes. I’m an artist, I stay travelling and shit. I’ll make it up to you though. I promise.”

“Same shit, different day. I’m over it.”

“Ahsha, you better not hang up on me.”

“I have nothing more to say to your ass, Keith.”

“Does it sound like I’m done talking? Cos I’m not done talking. I said I’m sorry. Now do you accept it or nah?”

“How about you let the girl in the back answer that for you. Bye Keith.”

“Come on Ahsha, she’s just some chick on our tour bus. You know I’ve got…”  

Before the ex-NFL player turned struggling artist could finish his sentence, Derek grabbed the phone from Ahsha and hung it up to her surprise.

“You’re welcome.” The player spoke.

“I know you did not just do that?” Ahsha replied, annoyed… yet secretly grateful.

“I’m sorry, did you not hear how he was talking to you?”

“That was none of your damn business.” She shot back.

“Well, I’m not about to stand here and listen to some punk talk to you or any female like that for that matter… especially not in my club.”

“Okay, 1… I am grown and can defend my damn self. 2… I just met you, therefore you don’t owe me anything.”

“My mother raised me better than that. He was being disrespectful, therefore I stepped in like a man should.”

“Again, you had no right to intervene. You should get back to your groupies now.”

“I’m not worried about them right now.”

“But you’re worried about me now all of a sudden? Right.” Ahsha no longer cared how she sounded or came across.

“That’s right. And I always will be from now on.” Derek’s tone was now serious as he sat down beside her. “Look Ahsha, not many people get to see this side of me… but for some reason, I’m drawn to you.” The player honestly spoke, earning an eye roll from the dancer.

“Wonder how many times you’ve said that line. All you men are the same. You say shit to get your way, then go back on your word.”

“Ahsha…” He grabbed her hand. “Here what I am saying. This isn’t the Bad Boy or the Roman Emperor coming at you… this is Derek Marcel Roman.” They locked eyes once again, causing an instant reaction. “I know we just met, but I want to get to know you for real. I don’t know what it is or why you appear differently to all of these other chicks… however, that doesn’t matter.”

“I have a boyfriend, Derek.” She firmly added, trying her hardest not to fall for his words.

“That clearly doesn’t respect you.”

“That’s beside the point. We have been together for 3 years. Besides, don’t you have something going on with Claudia?”

“Years don’t mean a damn thing if there’s no respect. By now you can tell that I clearly give zero fucks about ole dude… and as for Claudette, it’s nothing more than just sex.”

“Didn’t seem that way.” Ahsha replied, breaking eye contact.

“Well that’s what it is, Ahsha. I have no reason to lie to you.” Derek continued, using his hand to raise her chin.

For a brief moment, they could both sense one another’s intentions. All Ahsha wanted was for Derek to kiss her, and the player knew this. His eyes stayed fixated on hers before slowly travelling down to her plump lips. He had never felt the desperate urge to taste another woman’s lips this badly before, until now. The player began to softly caress the dancer’s cheek causing her to weaken at his touch. However, Ahsha just couldn’t let this happen. Things were moving way too fast! 

Once his head began to slowly close in on hers… she slightly turned her head causing his soft lips to press against the side of her mouth.

“I can’t.” She whispered, as his head remained on the side of her face. Just his scent was driving her wild. Ahsha wanted him bad, but had to recollect herself.

“I’ve never wanted to kiss another woman this bad before.” His deep voice sounded in her ear, only making resisting him harder. “I want you… but I understand. No pressure.” He pulled away.  

“This can’t happen again, Derek.” Ahsha’s tone instantly changed as she immediately stood up. She had to distance herself from him before things got way out of hand.

“It takes two, Ahsha. Remember that.” Derek calmly shot back, smoothing out his trousers before standing up also.

They both remained silent as their eyes locked in on one another’s once again, before getting interrupted for the second time that night.

“There you are, Daddy. How you gon leave me hangin like that?” She purred with the most devilish look in her eyes. “I was looking everywhere for you.” Claudette added before noticing that he wasn’t alone.

“Am I interrupting something or?” The vixen was fuming at the sight. Why did Derek seem so interested in this nobody? She thought to herself.

“No. I was just leaving.” Ahsha replied as she began to leave the vicinity. Derek’s eyes stayed on her.

“Good.” Claudette sassed, causing Ahsha to stop and look back at her.

“Excuse you?” She raised her eyebrow.

“No, excuse you! Did I stutter?”

“I dunno. Forming actual sentences doesn’t seem like your strongest suit.” Ahsha shot back, causing Derek’s eyes to widen. This was the second time that Ahsha displayed that she could defend herself, only impressing him more. This girl was phenomenal. Articulate, classy, talented, could put you in your place if need be… and beyond sexy. The player was sold.

“Come again bitch?” Claudette moved in closer to her.

“Oh, so now you can’t hear?” Ahsha squared up. Tonight was not the night to get on her bad side. “Listen… I may look sweet, but trust me… I will put a jump-off in her place with no problem. Do not try me.” She continued with the nastiest glare.

“You found the wrong fucking one today!” Claudette snapped, raising her hand to slap Ahsha… however Derek rushed over so quick that they both didn’t even see him coming. He strongly grabbed the vixen’s raised arm with the fiercest look in his eyes. The player was pissed!

“Have you lost your fucking mind, Claudette?” He spoke through gritted teeth. “Have you!”

“So you’re defending this bitch now, Derek?”

“Calm yo ass down.” His voice now raised.

Ahsha had had enough. She needed to leave the club now, before acting even more out of character.

“Count yourself lucky, bitch.” Claudette shouted out.

“No. You count yourself lucky… bitch.” She finally added, before strutting away.

“Ahsha, I’m sorry.” Derek called out sincerely. Claudette had possibly ruined any chances of getting to know Ahsha on a deeper level, and he was beyond livid.

The dancer heard his voice but continued to walk. She saw the trouble that came with dealing with someone like Derek and decided from this point onwards, to stay far away from the player. Keith’s no good ass was enough, so she thought. However, there was just something about Derek. Something she really couldn’t seem to put her finger on, ignore, or fight off.

Things were about to get interesting from here on out.

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The player was ready to call it a night after what had just taken place between Ahsha and Claudette. After making his way back to the party ready to say his goodbyes to his best friend, the very person he was looking for rushed up to him looking less than impressed.

“What the hell did you do?” Terrence exclaimed.

“What are you talking about, T?”

“Ahsha came out here like she was ready to kick someone’s ass, told Jelena only getting her pissed too… then they both rushed outta here. Did you try to mack on her or some shit? After Jelena done told your ass that she has a man? D what is wrong with y…”

“Yo, calm the hell down Terrence. It wasn’t even like that. Ahsha and I had a moment. Everything was going well til Claudette’s crazy ass interrupted and fucked things up. They both got into it, and Ahsha left.” He sighed, whilst shaking his head.

“Derek, man…”

“I didn’t expect shit to go down like this, T. Had to check Claudette’s ass right in front of Ahsha… and now I think I’ve blown my chances with her.” The player looked down.

“What chances? What part of “she has a man” do you not understand?” Terrence shot back.

“If I want something… I’ll do everything in my power to get it. And you of all people know that I do not back down from a challenge.”

“Just leave her alone, D. She’s not like the other girls man.”

“Exactly.”

“All this for some sex?”

“Nah. I can get sex anytime, anyplace, anywhere. What I can’t get is a good woman with a genuine heart. All this… for a woman I want to be with.” Derek confidently spoke.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me right now man. You’ve never settled for anyone, let alone been in a committed relationship.” Terrence was actually baffled.

“There’s a time for everything, T. I see what you and Jey have… and I want that. Those 3 months away from the court, away from the fast life, away from everyone, really opened my eyes. I would’ve given anything to have a down ass chick by my side during that time… and now I think I’ve finally found her. Ahsha is for me, I know it! And I’ll do everything I can to let her know that.”

“You just met her though?” His best friend seriously wasn’t understanding.

“I guess when you know, you just know.” The player shrugged. Terrence finally got it.

“Pshhh… well alright then player. I hear that, and I seriously wish you good luck. You’re gonna need it cos Jelena is going to roast your ass.”

“My mama always said “Love doesn’t come easy”. I’m ready.” Derek laughed, and dabbed his best friend. The two players continued to laugh about the whole thing as they finally made their way out of the club.  

With his eyes now set on Ahsha Hayes, Derek Roman was ready to face everything life was about to throw at him, in order to get his dream girl.

This was just the beginning… 

*Thank you all for reading. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of: Better For You. Please make sure to comment, like and reblog. P.S - don’t ask me when the next chapter is coming. God’s timing is best lmao.* 

Characters featured in this chapter:

Terrence Wall & Jelena Howard

Derek Marcel Roman & Ahsha Hayes

And introducing… Claudette Williams 

(Derek’s Jump-Off) *evil laughs*