Never Again...No More II
Never Again...No More II
After a long three months of trying to battle our schedules and keep our relationship under wraps, Lincoln and I had only seen each other three times since we hooked up in December; the week after Christmas during the playoffs, during the New Year's holiday and a one day stay in Dallas where he flew me to his immaculate home, which was in the neighborhood across from Ryan's. Each time, he was nothing short of amazing. I did actually get to go to the Super Bowl where they played the Ravens and won; however, Ryan insisted we make it a family affair with the kids and our parents. Ever since Ryan's newfound attitude proved to be more than just smoke and mirrors, my mom and Ryan had begun anew, and now were nearly the best of friends. In fact, she along with Ryan's parents pressured me to go to the Super Bowl V.I.P. afterparty with Ryan.
I know it hurt Lincoln to see Ryan fawn all over me knowing I was his woman and he tried to understand since we were keeping our relationship at bay per his request. However, his hurt and disappointment was never more evident than when I showed up at the party on Ryan's arm.
"Westmore!" one of the offensive linemen yelled.
Ryan high-fived them. "What's up champs?"
"Nothing but them salary caps!" another yelled. "Good to see you again, Ms. Charice," he nodded toward me. At that moment, Lincoln and a few others looked up.
"Hello fellas," I said with a smile, but that smile faded when I saw the confused look on Lincoln's face.
"Ryan, let's go speak to Lincoln," I urged, and we walked through the crowd towards him.
"My man!" Ryan exclaimed as he one-armed hugged Lincoln. "You did your thing out there playboy!" he yelled.
"You too, bro!" Lincoln said. "Good evening, Charice. Glad you could make it down for the game, but it is a surprise seeing you here ," he said hugging me.
"Ryan insisted on making it a family affair. Our moms persuaded me to come out," I explained with a timid smile.
Ryan turned to me. "You don't have to act like I drug you out by your hair, Charice. I want us to have a good time tonight. Perhaps I can finally show you how much you mean to me," he said softly holding my hands and hugging me close.
"I'm sorry," I mouthed to Lincoln behind Ryan's back. I could tell he was burgeoning with anger.
"Well, I guess I better mingle. I don't want to be the third wheel," Lincoln said trying not to sound upset.
Ryan fanned off Lincoln's comment. "You could never impose on us but if you don't mind, I would like a little time with my Ricey."
Lincoln chuckled and patted Ryan on the shoulder. "Your Ricey, huh?" He looked at me. "Far be it for me to intrude. Ricey , you look absolutely amazing tonight. Have fun."
"Yeah, bro she really does. Lord, have mercy she does," Ryan laughed twirling me around as Lincoln cleared his throat, swallowing his anger, and walked away.
I spent the whole night uncomfortable because Lincoln had a permanent scowl on his face, and Ryan was trying his best to woo me when I would've rather been with Lincoln. I got a harsh dose of my own medicine when I saw Lincoln dancing with some gold digger. The sight of them together made me rush out onto the balcony for fresh air.
"Doesn't feel so good, huh?" I heard Lincoln say behind me.
Not bothering to turn around, I spewed, "Don't blame me. You're choosing to keep it a secret not me."
"So is that why you came here with him?"
"Is that why you danced with her?"
Pausing for a