doing running up and down the court.
“And with the way things have been between me and Steve, I don’t know if he’s even gonna invite me to the first play-off game,” Kelly said as she began to sniffle. “This might be Diamond’s only chance to see her daddy in the play-offs.”
The truth finally came out. Kelly wanted a ticket to the first play-off game, and the closer the seat was to the court, the better. Of course, Casey’s seats were better than any of the other wives’ as Brent was the franchise player for the New York Flyers. Not that any of the other women would have even considered letting Kelly sit with them at the
Mecca Arena. They’d all seen her act out on numerous occasions. Casey was certain none of them wanted to be bothered and she had to admit to herself, neither did she under the circumstances.
“So … I was wondering if we could maybe use your tickets.”
“I’m not sure if Brent is going to need them yet.”
“I’d only need one, Casey. Diamond could sit on my lap … or yours,” Kelly said as she coyly giggled, completely out of character. “And you know how she loves to be up under you, Casey.”
Yeah, right.
Flattery was obviously Kelly’s tactic for the day.
“I’ll have to check with Brent,” Casey lied. The seats were really hers to do with as she pleased.
“Come on, Casey. Doesn’t he get other tickets? Diamond and me will only need one, right next to you. Please, come on, Casey. For the baby’s sake. I just want her to see her daddy play.”
Casey didn’t know what to do. She knew how resourceful Kelly could be, and she would probably get into the game whether Casey gave her tickets or not. But she’d probably make a scene in the process, while trying to sneak in. At least if Casey let Kelly sit with her, she could monitor her behavior and prevent anything embarrassing for the team from happening. Especially if Kelly came into contact with Stephanie, Steve’s girlfriend.
“Dada. Daddy,” Diamond suddenly said, with a huge smile on her cute face.
“No, Daddy’s not here right now, baby. Maybe you’ll see him tomorrow. Hopefully,” Kelly said, hugging Diamond tightly against her silicone-enhanced, protruding bosom.
Kelly looked at Casey pleadingly with a pathetic expression on her face.
Casey hoped she didn’t regret what she was about to agree to. “I’ll probably be able to get you one ticket, Kelly, but that’s it.”
“Ooohh, thank you, Casey! Thank you so much! Diamond, can you say thank you to Auntie Casey?” Kelly said, beaming at her daughter.
Oh, so free Flyers tickets are the going price for being named an auntie these days?
“I need to get back upstairs, Kelly.” Casey began thinking once again about her guests. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“All right, Casey! Thank you so much, girl. I really appreciate it, and so does Diamond,” Kelly said, jumping up and snatching her Moschino purse over her shoulders. She hitched Diamond up on her hip. “I’ll see you tomorrow, girl. Go, Flyers!”
Casey shook her head in disbelief as Kelly scurried out of her building. She watched as Kelly virtually tossed Diamond into the backseat of the white Mercedes-Benz double-parked in front of her building on Central Park South.
What have I gotten myself into this time?
Chapter 6
“Boy, you can’t check me.” Paul, the Flyers’ starting point guard, taunted his teammate Collin as he dashed past him, making an easy layup.
“Yeah, that’s not gonna be what you sayin’ when Eddie Jones throws up those three-pointers over your short ass.” Collin laughed as he walked off the court toward the bleachers to grab a towel. Even at small forward, Collin was one of the taller guys on the court, standing six feet eight inches. Paul, at five eleven, was considered short, at least in basketball terms. Collin was not a great ball handler like Paul. It wasn’t really required in his position, but he could shoot the ball well and defend even
“And with the way things have been between me and Steve, I don’t know if he’s even gonna invite me to the first play-off game,” Kelly said as she began to sniffle. “This might be Diamond’s only chance to see her daddy in the play-offs.”
The truth finally came out. Kelly wanted a ticket to the first play-off game, and the closer the seat was to the court, the better. Of course, Casey’s seats were better than any of the other wives’ as Brent was the franchise player for the New York Flyers. Not that any of the other women would have even considered letting Kelly sit with them at the
Mecca Arena. They’d all seen her act out on numerous occasions. Casey was certain none of them wanted to be bothered and she had to admit to herself, neither did she under the circumstances.
“So … I was wondering if we could maybe use your tickets.”
“I’m not sure if Brent is going to need them yet.”
“I’d only need one, Casey. Diamond could sit on my lap … or yours,” Kelly said as she coyly giggled, completely out of character. “And you know how she loves to be up under you, Casey.”
Yeah, right.
Flattery was obviously Kelly’s tactic for the day.
“I’ll have to check with Brent,” Casey lied. The seats were really hers to do with as she pleased.
“Come on, Casey. Doesn’t he get other tickets? Diamond and me will only need one, right next to you. Please, come on, Casey. For the baby’s sake. I just want her to see her daddy play.”
Casey didn’t know what to do. She knew how resourceful Kelly could be, and she would probably get into the game whether Casey gave her tickets or not. But she’d probably make a scene in the process, while trying to sneak in. At least if Casey let Kelly sit with her, she could monitor her behavior and prevent anything embarrassing for the team from happening. Especially if Kelly came into contact with Stephanie, Steve’s girlfriend.
“Dada. Daddy,” Diamond suddenly said, with a huge smile on her cute face.
“No, Daddy’s not here right now, baby. Maybe you’ll see him tomorrow. Hopefully,” Kelly said, hugging Diamond tightly against her silicone-enhanced, protruding bosom.
Kelly looked at Casey pleadingly with a pathetic expression on her face.
Casey hoped she didn’t regret what she was about to agree to. “I’ll probably be able to get you one ticket, Kelly, but that’s it.”
“Ooohh, thank you, Casey! Thank you so much! Diamond, can you say thank you to Auntie Casey?” Kelly said, beaming at her daughter.
Oh, so free Flyers tickets are the going price for being named an auntie these days?
“I need to get back upstairs, Kelly.” Casey began thinking once again about her guests. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“All right, Casey! Thank you so much, girl. I really appreciate it, and so does Diamond,” Kelly said, jumping up and snatching her Moschino purse over her shoulders. She hitched Diamond up on her hip. “I’ll see you tomorrow, girl. Go, Flyers!”
Casey shook her head in disbelief as Kelly scurried out of her building. She watched as Kelly virtually tossed Diamond into the backseat of the white Mercedes-Benz double-parked in front of her building on Central Park South.
What have I gotten myself into this time?
Chapter 6
“Boy, you can’t check me.” Paul, the Flyers’ starting point guard, taunted his teammate Collin as he dashed past him, making an easy layup.
“Yeah, that’s not gonna be what you sayin’ when Eddie Jones throws up those three-pointers over your short ass.” Collin laughed as he walked off the court toward the bleachers to grab a towel. Even at small forward, Collin was one of the taller guys on the court, standing six feet eight inches. Paul, at five eleven, was considered short, at least in basketball terms. Collin was not a great ball handler like Paul. It wasn’t really required in his position, but he could shoot the ball well and defend even
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