Money. Power. And Control.
Those were thought to be the motives of the strong headed, determined, and stubborn co-owner of the Detroit Pistons. Shay Mitchell. She was the overly headstrong co-owner who wanted nothing less than her ultimate goal. O...
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"Center Stage Like It's Half Court"
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{Shay's P.O.V}
I could see the tension on the court rise. As it did, I watched each player individually. Each had their own little things, but closer to the center of my focus, I could see Blake and how his eyes narrowed whenever someone got too close to him. He would get more resistant if someone bumped into him, and maybe even a bit offensive. He was getting too aggressive for his own good.
I saw the small eye movements.
The glares.
All the little things.
He did this on each side of the court, and each second of the minute.
Finally, he had the ball. Defenders were on him. Tension was tight, and so was Blake's room to move.
Irritation swarmed him and the ball, making sure he didn't have a second to breathe- and then it happened.
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