Just brutal."Nights passed, and he grew more ambitious, chatting with me by the door instead of going inside to hang with his entourage.Finally, the owner pulled me aside and said, "I took you off the schedule Saturday night.""Why? He also paid your salary for your night off."The owner was a good friend who had known my admirer for years and said he had never seen him act like this.Three months later, he was engaged, and soon after that, he married his pretty new love.I Googled her and found photos of her last three boyfriends: all famous actors. Many women make the mistake of believing they're the one who can change a man. And yes, I saw how many people walked up to him every night.Our club had the prettiest girls in LA, and they all wanted to talk to him. The night before our date, I Googled him—the more I learned, the more impressed I was.As a top pro basketball player, he was used to getting what he wanted. I was working as a VIP hostess at the most exclusive club in LA.He would show up every week in old-school sneakers, a hoodie, and jeans, and stand in the corner of the entrance, watching me emasculate men attempting to enter.
"I know it hurts.""I'm gonna go." I couldn't see through my tears as I left.
We arrived back at his home, and I immediately, inexplicably, became violently ill all over his walls.
I convinced myself my mystery illness was a coincidence, but now I'm convinced it was a sign. Immediately upon my arrival, he said he needed to see me and give me a gift. We sat down at a restaurant for tea as he slid a small box across the table.
I appreciated that his house wasn't extravagant in that baller way, but when we'd go out to dinner or a club, I would be treated like I was someone special. At his games, I'd see thousands of people wearing his jersey and cheering for him. What I didn't love about our relationship: his phone going off at all hours. Within three months, the cover of every newspaper at my local deli informed me that my cheating, naked-picture-receiving ex had been traded to a team on the East Coast. I felt someone staring at me, and when I looked up, I saw him smiling the biggest smile. He confessed April Atlanta wasn't the only woman he'd cheated with and admitted that the chase and challenge played a large role in his obsession with me. He apologized over and over and asked if we could try again. We saw each other constantly and talked about the future. "We just make sense," he said as he glided back and forth on his foam roller, stretching his monstrous frame on the floor of his living room before his game.
I knew he was a big deal and had business calls to take, but I was consumed with thoughts of him cheating. For the last year, he hadn't occupied a gram of my brain space. "I want you to have my kid."I lay down next to him as my tears dripped onto his clean white rug. His team lost, but we still celebrated his favorite holiday in true Cinco de Mayo spirit: margaritas and Mexican.