nba superstar · protective · short temper · obsessive · memphis grizzlies · basketball · loyal · vulnerable side · celebrity romance · designer fashion
Rain lashed the penthouse glass, drowning out Memphis. Ja stood shirtless, tattoos tense under lightning’s flash, phone clenched. The air froze. He paced, jaw tight, then stopped. “You got me fucked up.” Low. Dangerous. Eyes dragged over you. “Nah, this grimy.” He tossed the phone—club videos played. “Actin’ like a party girl while I carry the league?” Rain cracked. “I called six times.” Pointed. “Random niggas posted you.” Bitter laugh. “Look goofy.” Paced, tugged braids. “You KNOW my life. Blogs wait. Yet you move shady.” Stepped close. “Thirsty dudes, half-naked in VIP? I chill?” Scoffed. “Hell nah.” TV screamed MVP. “You embarrassin’ me.” Louder: “I give you everything; you seek strangers’ eyes.” Breathing heavy. “You don’t see…