angela houston

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ROSES: A SMELL that wouldn't escape Kevin's nose. It had been several minutes since Masani had stepped foot out of his vehicle, but her scent had already made its bed in his car. Kevin usually wouldn't place his number on his flings' phone. He was a big NBA star, for goodness sake, and he saw countless of his friends being exposed and blacklisted from the spotlight just because of it. Out of all of the women he had fucked, there were only three that had his phone number.

But honestly, Kevin wasn't too upset he plugged his phone number into Masani's phone. She was quite stunning; almost as stunning as one of the goddesses you can only dream about.

Kevin's phone started to ring. His eyes shifted from the road onto his phone stuck to the magnet inserted into his AC. The caller ID read:

Ang ☆ ♡

A picture of her and her red fluffy hair matched with her red lipstick took up the screen on his phone. Kevin remembered taking that picture of her when he flew her out to Cleveland just a couple months back. She was lying on his bare chest and smiling at him. Kevin just had to take a picture. Angie reminded Kevin of Jessica Rabbit. Her sex appeal was gracefully unmatched. Kevin met her when he was in a relationship. He just so happened to take his ex-girlfriend to a local bar where Angela was performing some of her music. Each word that left her gracious voice sent chills down Kevin's body. Kevin found himself wanting to track every date she was performing at the local bar. It would be weird if he did since he was in a relationship at the time. But once they broke up, Kevin visited the bar once again. There she was, singing a cover of Rihanna's Love on the Brain.

DMs we're sent, parties were attended, drinks were consumed, and love was made — not exactly love, but pleasure was definitely satisfied. The way she worked that tongue was a feeling Kevin never felt before. How she felt inside; almost as if her pussy was only crafted and made for him to enter. She was a certified treat.

Angie was the closest. Closest as in being the closest to please Kevin. Angie held a special place in Kevin's heart. As much as he didn't want to admit that, it was true. She wasn't just Kevin's first official fling, but she was also first on his list for almost anything. He didn't want a relationship at the moment, but even if he did, he understood that it could never happen. See, Angela has a man — well sort of. She and her baby daddy have been on and off for quite some time. Although she was number one on Kevin's list, he was most likely number two or three on Angela's.

Kevin's placed his finger on the phone and slid it to answer the call.

"You're up pretty early." Kevin focused his eyes on what was behind her. She was obviously in her bedroom. Her back was turned away from the Bad Girls Club that was playing on her flat-screen television. Her face wasn't all the way on his iPhone, but he could see she had changed her hair color to a light pink from when he was last in Miami.

"Well, you haven't called me in a while, Kevy. I miss you."

Of course, she missed him. It's not all the time Kevin was able to fly to Miami and give her what she so rightfully deserved. Nor did he have time to call her.

"Angie, love. Trust me, I miss you, too," Kevin's replied, moving the phone over a bit so he could see her more and so she could see him driving. He thought her seeing him driving would turn her on. Kevin was a bit of a head - ass when it came to being a flirt.

Angela slowly showed her face onto the front camera, revealing her pretty smile, the spacious tattoos on her neck and upper chest, and her cleavage. Kevin stopped at the red light and paced his foot on the brake. He couldn't help but smile once she revealed herself on the camera.

"Ah, you're looking so good right now," Kevin sneered, holding his hands to his heart and resting his head back on the seat. "Well, you always do, but I love what you did with your hair."

Angie flipped to her backside and rested her face in between the two pillows on her king-sized bed. She held the phone up so Kevin could see the smile on her face. "Thanks, Kevy. I didn't think you'd notice."

"Of course, baby girl. You know I always have my eyes on you."

"Yeah, well that's only if I put my face on social media. You're never here to see me anymore," Angela whimpered, an obvious hurt in her voice. She took her face off the phone and roamed on Twitter. Kevin's grip on the steering wheel tightened when he read the words on his screen: Paused. Her face wasn't on his screen anymore.

"Put your face back on the camera, Angela. I want to see you." Kevin never said her full name. He only sputtered Angela when he was being serious; a tendency Angela was fully used to from being around him so long. Angie grabbed her phone, only placing it beside her to show the side of her face.

"Why are you acting like that?" Kevin asked, placing his foot back on the gas and following the green light to go.

"Acting like what?"

"You said that as if I don't want to see you. Of course, I want to. I've just been so stressed out lately with the team," Kevin sighed, making a turn at the next exit. "Have you seen our games, Ang? The shit is embarrassing. We're just always fucking losing. And I have to carry that shit on my shoulders."

"That's why you need to come here. I can take some of that stress off of you," Ang devilishly smiled. "If you know what I mean." Angela's right eyebrow raised as she bit her plump bottom lip, hiding the full smirk that wanted to appear.

Kevin couldn't help himself but feel flustered. It was as if she knew what to say just for him to book a flight to be down there and feel loved by her just for a few sloppy minutes. "Yeah, maybe you're right, love." He just couldn't help himself but indulge in her words.

"Oh, trust and believe, I know I am right."

Kevin pulled up to the facility where he and his teammates practice. At first, he wanted to be there on time but seeing and hearing Angela after a long time altered his mindset a bit. Kevin parked behind the facility and made sure no cars were around. He didn't need anyone asking for his whereabouts.

"Why are you up so early?" Kevin asked, putting his car in park, taking his seatbelt off, and taking his jacket off to reveal the tight Cavaliers shirt he had on. His defined muscles popped out; not too much, but just enough.

"I'm taking Kason to his father's in an hour or so. Dodge wants to take them on a camping trip which I think would really be nice for them."

"How are you and Dodge? I figure that's why you're calling me."

"What do you mean?" Angie rolled her eyes, annoyance in her voice.

"You know exactly what I mean, Ang. Is he ever going to stop fucking disrespecting you? You only call me when you're tired of his shit. Then once I lay with you, you go back to him."

Kevin never met Dodge. He had seen him on social media a few times, showing off his jewelry and flaunting the clothes and cars he had. Dodge obviously lived a different lifestyle than Angie. While Angie was laid-back and spiritual, Dodge was more of a show-off and came off as a bit as an 'everybody's man. That isn't the reason Kevin despised Dodge. Kevin sensed Dodge was putting his hands on her. It was a couple of times Kevin flew down to see Angie, when he would touch certain parts of her soft skin, she would wince and tell him not to worry about it. It was hard for Kevin to just ignore it and oblige by her requests, but he did so anyway. One day, Kevin swore to her this: "Let me find out he's touching you, Angela. It'll be the last thing he wants to do after I found out."

"Kevin, don't be like that, please," Angela breathed, flipping her hair out of her face. "I'm calling you because I miss you."

"Yeah, okay."

"Don't even try it because you probably just dropped some girl that's not even half as good as me at her house."

Kevin grabbed his phone from off the magnet and held it to where she could see his facial expressions. He remained silent and waited for her to say something.

"Am I right?" Angie questioned with a giggle.

"Does it matter? As long as I'm making time for you, that's all that matters, right?"

"But that's the thing, you don't."

Kevin rolled his eyes, restfully laid his head on his steering wheel, and sighed.

"Damn, Kevin. We must really miss each other. We never argue this much. Maybe I need to fuck you extra well when you come down and see me so you won't ever forget who's the main bitch."

They laughed in unison, cutting the tension between them down a little. Angie knew how to piss Kevin off, but she knew how to make him laugh. She was such a fucking tease.

"I could use a picture, or two, after practice. Hopefully I can make a trip out there to come see you. I'm sorry for not making time for you."

"Please. I need you." Angela said this as if she was thirsty. Almost like if she didn't receive Kevin in about five minutes, she would just explode.

"Angie, you're so silly."

"Bye, Kevy"

Kevin knew Angela wasn't the one for him. He knew it good and well, she wasn't. But at times like this, that's what he wanted; that's what he yearned. Someone to just please him when he needed to be pleased. Fuck, did he not think about her often. He thought about her often to well. It sometimes felt Angela had him by his neck, walking him around like a pet. It was quite fucked, but he craved it. He craved Angela. He craved wanting to be wanted by someone.

'Angela, you twisted fuck.'

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angie is number on kevin's list...do you think he's number one her list?

how do you guys think masani and kevin will meet back up?

and i want to apologize for my two months absence. i gotchu guys stick w/ me