Sacking The Player

She already is, she just doesn’t know it yet.

I can be patient.

I can give her time.

She’ll see we are going to be together.

I can feel it deep in my bones.

I wanted to taste her velvety lips so fucking bad, but she asked me to back off, so I did. I respect the shit out of her. I can take my time and be her friend. I’ll show her what a real man is and how he treats his woman.

My old man was right. Bam. I’ve been hit by the big bang. I know she’s the one. Mine.

“Dude, what’s with you and tiny dancer?” Bucky nudges me in the rib.

“I don’t know yet, but I’m enjoying finding out,” I confess.

“No shit, you like her?”

“Yeah man, I do,” I admit

“That Keith fuckwad is a piece of work, better watch out for him, man. But you know I got your back.”

I grunt. “I can handle him.”

Bucky nods.

“She has some hot friends.” He grins, his eyes trailing them through the club.

I spy the girls heading toward the door. Amaya is stumbling over her own feet. She’s lit. I’d like to take her home, but she’d just get pissed. She likes to think she doesn’t need anyone, especially me. I can’t help but laugh as she holds onto the back of her friend’s jeans for support.

I smack B on the chest before he walks off in search of an easy lay. “Hey, man. Do me a favor. If I do it, I’ll look like a stalker. Follow her out and make sure she gets home okay.”

Bucky laughs. “Man, you really do like this chick?”

I nod and he shakes his head.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, taking off to the exit.

I grab another beer from a server. I nurse it while waiting for the guys to get bored or laid, whichever comes first.

Minutes later, someone taps me on the shoulder. “King.” I hear purred.

“Not interested,” I tell the chick without turning around.

She scoffs. “When are you ever not interested?”

I turn and look at her. She’s beautiful, in the fake Barbie kind of way. She sure as hell isn’t no Amaya. Big tits that are pushed up to her damn chin, fake tan, plump lips, ass and legs for days. Shit, even her hair looks fake. I smile thinking of Amaya, all natural, perfect.

“Since I found my one,” I say, glaring at her full of annoyance, hoping she gets the hint.

She rolls her baby blues. “Fine whatever. I guess the rumors about you aren’t true.” She walks off, after hesitating for a moment, almost as if she thinks I’ll change my mind.

Not happening.

Last week, I’d have been all over her, going home with her, or taking her to the frat house for a few hours. But not now, never again.

“Man. Shit, you, wow,” Bucky stutters when he comes back. “Usually, you’d be dragging a piece like that through the club and back to her place for a few h