Chapter 28: The 7ft Basketballer

She tried again a second time. Scott.

From his profile, she observed he was a basketball player in his tracks. He was 7ft tall, muscled and dark skin with long dreadlocks. He wasn’t exactly handsome but he was very masculine in a way that intrigued her.

When they met at a bar, his height fascinated her. She felt her heart thump as she was now a little damsel before a giant man.

He did not say ‘hi’ or anything. He just hugged her aggressively, she felt so incredibly small, swallowed up in his embrace.  

Zara was in reverent awe. She looked at his outfit, a tight dark green T-shirt that hugged his muscular arms, a jeans belted at his waist, and sneakers. To be a basketballer it seemed was to always look cool.

She remembered the looks of Stephen Curry, and James Harden and of course, Michael Jordan the legendary she saw on Tv.

Scott ordered burger, fried chicken and chips with ketchup syrup, regularly dipping them in sauces.

She had seafood Alfredo pasta. She desperately wanted to have the chicken and chips but she wanted to make an impression on him that she was a classy, pretty babe with high taste. Sophisticated, so to say.

“You play basketball?” she asked, eager to start a conversation.

“I play for the Boston leagues”

She nodded, impressed. “That’s cool”

“I love basketball but I can neither play nor watch”  

“Why wouldn’t you love it” he said ignorantly.

“Been playing since I was a kid in Boston. I got trained and scouted into a team that trains ballers into professionals.

The coach helps you get signed into the top clubs and he in turn gets a share of your money for a period of time, as stated in the preliminary contract”

“Wow!” Zara said

“That’s how it goes” he licked his fingers

He had a strong Southern accent. He wasn’t born rich. He rose his way to wealth

She was amazed. A man who could rise up from nothing could be entrusted with her heart to remold it from the shape of hate and the hurt of betrayal to be full of love and abundance.

“What about you pretty damsel?” he teased suddenly taking interest in her.

She said she was into fashion designing as usual with a vague sounding like she didn’t want to go into the details, knowing she hasn’t achieved anything solid yet.

“You probably should be a model”

“Me?”

“Of course with that face and sexy body. Just the way I like it” he bit his lip, and looked in her eyes with desire.

“Slim thick” he added. His tongue now on the rim of his glass, eyes never leaving hers

“Thanks” she was elated.  

His unabashed wild teasing made her slightly horny. She imagined how he would be in bed, her kneeling down before a 7ft rich basketball champion, his dick probably as huge and long as his stature. It seemed cinematic and more and more intriguing. She hid her smile with her glass pressed on her lips.

“Could you stop by” he asked after dinner, on the drive. He had a range rover 2025. The interior with fine monogrammed leather. The way he asked was more of a command than a beckon.

She knew she was going to stay.

When they got there, he led her to his room and now by the balcony, overlooking the city.

Zara loved the aerial view of the city in shinny lights.

It remembered her of Nat’s balcony except this one had the view of multiple buildings in the distance, with colorful neon and white lights. Nat’s balcony was filled with the rolling meadows and grasslands and the maze gardens, of a countryside mansion.

Scott did not say anything, there was no prelude, he just started kissing her neck and her shoulder blades.

She was shocked and when she tried to push him away, he squeezed her behind and her breasts in one aggressive move.

“Wait! easy” Zara felt abused. She would have given into him, glamorously enjoying the 7ft’s dick, and dominance. But he was simply mannerless.

He used both of his manly palms to try to tear off her dress. He was a monster now with red widened eyes and smiley lips. A vague terror descended on her.

It was glaringly obvious that he wasn’t interested in her, wasn’t going to commit neither his time nor his emotions.

From his actions she knew that it was all about sex, being on tinder was nothing more than ending up as a one night stand.

She had a clear insight picture of him—a rich Billionaire with a sexy body and all the girls at his fingertips, begging for attention in his DM's. He must have thought Zara one of the many preys he had caught. The thought sickened her.

He continued trying to kiss her while she bent her head to the side. The wind blew her hair and made her feel cold.

“I just wanna use you and destroy your pussy, then throw you away” he said

“Now, be a good girl and spread them legs for me”  

She slapped him, “Nasty ass!” she walked away, carried her bag and fled.

He charged toward her.

“Bitch, what you mean you ain’t gone suck this dick” he was almost pleading with her now

“Your teeth already smelling like penis” he added.

“And your brain already rot like dead rat”

She slammed his door.

At home, she deleted Tinder. The men were all crazed lunatics.

Her head was wrapped in gauze. She felt like she was perishing, fading as a leaf— pale, woebegone, shadow-like and spiritless. A great torpor of an unending limbo descended on her like a plague.

Perhaps Nat was the only one that could satisfy her?

She refused to admit it reaching for her phone to delete Tinder.

Would the universe send her a Mr. Right or Mr. Right was already in the picture? she wondered.

She bent her head to sleep and looked at her parents photo by the side table. She held it on her hands so tenderly

“Mom” she was solemn and almost teary now

“Dad!”

“It’s your daughter. I miss you everyday and I want you to know that I’m no longer doing nasty things at the club for money. No longer stripping”

“But that’s not all. Your daughter’s also launching her brand soon”

“However she feels quite empty. She desires someone but she just can’t trust him anymore. I know you are resting somewhere above the effervescent clouds of heaven. I pray you give me directions on what I should do”

“Should I give him a second chance? or move on with my life” she asked as she sighed and fell sleep.