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It was another upset lose for Brim and his football team. Any shot of them exsisting in Playoffs summed down to nothing. Brim knew that with the way they were playing, it wasn’t a chance in hell. Touching down, he got off the jet with a hoodie framed around his head. He wasn’t in the mood for the papz waiting. It was damn near the end of the night and he didn’t feel like answering any questions.
“You going to the hotel or to your home?” His valet driver met him for his bags to place in the car.
“Im goin to shoot down to lil Bleu and may stay there.”
Brim acknowledged Tiffany as such. That was his ongoing nickname for her and since she and him have been spending more time together than usual, his staff already knew who she was and what she meant to him.
B got into the car and shot her a text before arriving so she wouldn’t be caught off guard.
📲: touching down now. You home? @bleudivmond
Tiffany was in a good place at this time of her life. She was doing what she always dreamed about, and she was in a good space with Brim. In the past she’d already have had to cut off a man, but Brim was like a breath of fresh air. He was everything the press said he wasn’t, and he continued to surprise her. At times she felt like he was more into her than she was him, and that spoke volumes.
📲: Yeah, the door is unlocked for you. Come up
Tiff texted him back, and got up and sat at the top of the stairs in her Manhattan townhouse.
Brim pulled up minutes later. He sat in the car for a little while. He wasn’t going to let yet another loss defeat the night. He was always waiting to see Tiffany because in times like these, her support came in handy. He had no idea where Rico was, their friendship was strained, Sace had her own thing going on and he wasn’t able to see Dolce like he wanted, and his brother was on some other shit and they weren’t speaking. So this night was necessary.
Brim got out of the car and grabbed an overnight Bag. He trusted his driver with his other things to take it to his home and get it settled there. Brim walked up and let himself in as she planned for him. Right down the hall he looked up and saw her on the steps.
“Hug?” He put on a shameful pout so she could hold and nurse his shot ego. He held his arms out to her.
Tiff immediately knew that she was going to have to make her big baby feel better. She walked down the steps, and stopped on the last one so his head could rest on her breast. She ran her hands through his hair, and stood there in silence for a second. “I hope you’re not doubting your own skills.” He was an amazing athlete, and he needed not to take it so personal. It just wasn’t their year.
“Im not questioning that, I know I’m good.” He stayed hugged onto her. His skin feeling warm against hers. “It’s the Damn team Im worried about. I be wide open babe, he won’t throw me the ball.” He looked at her. “It might sound mad petty and shit, I know, and it sound like I’m a giant ass kid about it, but when I’m open, trust that I can pull through. I’m the best wide they got.”
Tiff laughed lightly. “Maybe yall should work more on the ones that aren’t getting it. If the season doesn’t get better I would support you in the decision of switching teams. I don’t like you being all down like this.” Yes, she was babying him but he always came through when she needed a pick me up. She planted kisses on his forehead. “Now, brush it off and do whatever you gotta do to get yall where yall should be.” Tiff always mixed in a little tough love to keep it balanced. “Yall colors do my body right.” She joked to try to brighten his spirits.
