I didn’t mean to fall in love with her; I swear I didn’t. Mercy DeCorte was the good girl of the WNBA. With two rings, a thriving career, and an unblemished image, she didn’t need someone like me in her corner causing havoc.See, me? I was the bad boy of the NBA, known to throw hands with anyone on and off the court. Associating with me would ruin Mercy’s image. She knew that, but she didn’t care.It wasn’t long before the rumors started, and the haters showed themselves. I had to warn a few people that what we had wasn’t about to be broken. They didn’t listen, though, which was their mistake.I may have been the bad boy of the NBA, but Mercy? She was a DeCorte. Yeah, those DeCortes.Get ready, because you already know this isn’t about to be a normal Hoop Session. – Givens Robbins

I’ve never taken Fire seriously until I have to live in his house, pretend to be his woman, and try not to fall in love with him. It doesn’t help that he’s trying to prove we are meant to be together. He may tell a joke or two, but one thing is certain: Fire’s going all out to show that he’s never faking about me.
 
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