Chapter 98: A Slight Hurdle...
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~~~(POV: Ulysses Kennedy)~~~
~~~(Date: January 25th, 2026)~~~
~~~(Location: The Ritz-Carlton Hotel, LA)~~~
~~~(Time: 8:30 AM)~~~
It takes us a few minutes to get over the thought of Ellie knowing that Hannah snuck into my room, and I can only hope and pray she doesn't think we had sex. We're both not ready for that. While I'm mentally older, my new body could harm Hannah. I could do some serious damage if I'm not careful, and the last thing I want to do is hurt her.
Hannah slowly scoots closer next to me, and she lays her hand on top of mine. "Let's put all that into the backs of our heads and focus on what we're going to do today. The main place I want to visit is Victoria's Secret." That sounds like it's full of trouble for me. Seeing Hannah in erotic and beautiful clothing is a poisoned chalice.
The reason's a poisoned chalice is because I can do all the looking I want, but touching is prohibited. "Okay, once we're done going to all the places you want to go to. I want to check out Venice Beach. The basketball games there are said to be the best streetball in Los Angelos." I've never played at Venice Beach, and I regret not going when my teammates would ask me to.
She cocks a smile and nods her head in agreement, and that settles what we're doing today. We both get up and head to separate rooms and get dressed for going out. All I've got are sweatpants, shorts, and t-shirts. I'm not going to try and fit my 7'0 body into something jeans. My outfit today is said shorts and a t-shirt.
I'm done getting ready way sooner than Hannah. And while I wait, I turn on the TV, and it's ESPN. "Kendrick Perkins... I'm so damn tired of you... Always pointing out the obvious with the Knicks and my pain with them..." Stephen A. takes on a somber voice and leans in over the table. He's a big supporter of the Knicks despite how bad they are.
Kendrick Perkins can only smile at Stephen A.'s pain right now. "You might as well give up hope, Stephen. The Knicks never get a blockbuster superstar in the draft. You're better off getting world peace than the Knicks getting number one in the NBA Draft." All Stephen A. can do is close his head and compose himself. Say what you want. It is entertaining.
Molly decides to interrupt before anything else can be said about the Knicks and their struggles. "That's all we have for now, and next up, we'll be discussing what the NBA's future is now that Ulysses is being Drafted out of High School. Will this change things for young players everywhere?" The show turns to commercial, and I lean back on the couch.
My head turns, and I'm met with a smoke show in shoes. Hannah has tight booty shorts and a snug shirt on, and her hair is up in a hot, tangled mess. "How do I look? Is it LA enough?" Huh... Umm... What am I... "Hellooo? Anyone home in there?" My eyes raise to meet hers, and she smiles. "I take that as a resounding yes!" Yes, she's causing some problems.
Her eyes trail down my body, and her smile grows even bigger as they land on my clothes and restrained growing erection. I turn and try to hide the loss of control. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for my body to do that!" I try to make this less embarrassing for me, no matter what I do. It won't go away. I take some deep breaths and think about things that are uninteresting and not hot.
It slowly calms down, but not before Hannah sits down next to me on the couch. "If you want... I could help you with that... You earned it with how you treat me..." It's instantly back. This isn't good. "C'mon, turn over this way. We're boyfriend and girlfriend. We can have moments like this." She makes a good point... I slowly turn, and her smile beams at me, and her eyes shift back down.
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