100 Venice Beach I

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~~~(POV: Ulysses Kennedy)~~~

~~~(Date: January 25th, 2026)~~~

~~~(Location: Driving to Venice Beach, LA)~~~

~~~(Time: 11:22 AM)~~~

Hannah and I spent about two and a half hours going to different stores that she wanted to see. There were many moments I had to fight the urges that my body started to have at seeing her in erotic underwear. She wasn't shy in the least, and she knew exactly what she was doing to me. If I didn't know any better, she enjoyed it too much. Seeing me so unbalanced and embarrassed.

Thankfully, that torture is over, and I'm free to think about the next exciting thing I'm about to do. I'm going to play at the Legendary Venice Beach, and the best part is no one knows that I'm showing up. This means the crowd won't be too big initially, and I can get some games in. Thanks to traffic, the limo is a little slow, but we're almost there.

Ellie is off somewhere in the city having fun herself, and I'm glad she's taking this trip to be on her own for a bit. She's earned some time off from her terrible job, and I can't wait to move her out of Holden. "The Lakers were serious about buying everything you got here in LA." Hannah takes my attention as she goes through bags of clothes and shoes she's got.

She's failed to see that she has to find a way to get all this back home, cause they won't allow it on the plane. "You do realize that you'll have to ship all this home, right? No way customs will let you bring so many clothes and shoes back from LA when you didn't come with them." She looks at me with a bit of cluelessness, and she realizes what she's done.

As she falls back against the soft seat, she smacks her forehead and closes her eyes. "I'm such an idiot! I was so excited that I didn't even think about that crap they pull at the airport!" Better late than never, and there are solutions to this problem. "Oh, can we have them delivered before we head back to the Ritz-Carlton?" I nod my head, and she wraps me in her arms.

Laying kisses all over my face and cuddling me in happiness. I wouldn't spend this kind of money on anything, and I haven't. The Lakers are picking up the bill for this, and I'm perfecting fine with them doing this. It's chump change for their organization. "Sir, we're almost to Venice Beach." The driver lowers the window and informs us that we're getting closer.

I look out the window, and the beach is in view. He pulls into a parking lot, and we open our doors and step out. The saltiness of the pacific ocean is in the air, and I can hear the sounds of basketballs going up and down the courts nearby. "Well? Get a move on! I want to record you crushing some scrubs!" I laugh as I've never heard that from Hannah.

We make it to the courts, and games are going on. People immediately recognize me and start to make their way towards me with their phones. Some ask for pictures, and others are recording me for views. "Who has next?" My question is answered as two different teams say they have next on some of the courts. Multiple games are going on, which means multiple teams got next.

I make my way over to the closest team and stand with them, and Hannah stands next to me. "So, Ulysses. How was your workout with the LA Lakers?" Some of the fans here are pretending to be the media as a joke, and I'll admit it's a bit funny. I don't know if I'm supposed to talk about it, but I didn't sign anything that said I couldn't.

As I sit on the bench, more people come in to talk. It's more casual here on Venice Beach, and I can appreciate that. "The workout was great, and The Laker Organization has been very accommodating. It was interesting playing with NBA Players for a change, and I enjoyed the fact that it was a competitive match despite it being a scrimmage." I decide to play along with everyone.