Chapter Seventeen
An hour later, Logic pulled up to Shane’s riverfront condo.
As soon as he cut the car off, Tyler sent him a text, telling him to stay in the car.
Logic frowned at the text, but he didn’t bother responding.
He didn’t know what her and the last nigga had going on, but she had him fucked up.
Defiantly, Logic exited his truck with his vibrating phone in his hand.
“Yo,” he answered.
“What up doe?” Rahlo greeted.
“What’s good? We got a session or something?”
“Nah, I’m about to throw some shit on the grill and Tay had the pool cleaned out. Come through.”
“Aight, but-”
“Bring the kids,” Rahlo cut him off. He learned early on that Logic didn’t move without his siblings.
“I might have to take a rain check. I’m picking up Ty and she don’t be trying to be around people like that.”
“It’s just us, Czar, and his wife. Bring her.”
“Aight, I’ll see what she wanna do.”
“Cool, I’m about to drop you the details,” Rahlo said before ending the call as Tyler came bouncing out of the door and down the steps.
Logic gazed up at her and fought the urge to adjust his dick.
Unlike last time, Tyler was wearing a long black wig that fell down her back and framed her face.
He was starting to like her wigs. Every wig came with a different version of her and that shit turned him on.
From what he could see, she didn’t have any makeup on, but she wore dark purple lipstick with a shimmer of gold.
Tyler was sporting a pair of jogging pants and a cropped tee that showed off her tattoos and pierced navel.
“Pretty ass.” Logic licked his lips, taking her in.
“You see it.” She cockily flung her hair over her shoulder.
“Oh ok, now you got hair and you wanna talk shit.” He tugged at the end of her wig.
“Stop!” She slapped his hand away. “I talk plenty of shit without it.”
“You damn sure do.” Logic pulled her into his arms. “You so fucking soft, man.” His lips brushed across her neck.
Tyler fought the urge to moan as he held her like he missed her.
She thought the butterflies were a one-time thing, but they weren’t, and this time they were flying from her stomach to the tip of her clit.
“Don’t start humping my leg,” Tyler joked, reluctantly backing out of his embrace. “I thought I told you to stay in the car.”
“Don’t make me hem your pretty ass up against this hot ass truck and melt all that synthetic shit you wearing.” He playfully tugged at her hair again.
“I know you fucking lying.” She hit him in the chest. “This is human hair, nigga. Ain’t shit synthetic about it.”
“Yea, ok.” Logic stepped back to open the door for her. “You ready?”
“Yep. Did you let Thelma and Louis know I'm coming over?”
“Yea, but if you start talking shit, they might stuff yo ass in the closet.” Logic winked before closing the door.
Tyler laughed to herself as he bopped around to the driver’s side.
Quickly observing his truck, she nodded her head in approval.
It wasn’t the newest truck out, but it was clean, free of ashes, smoke, restaurant cups, and random pieces of trash.
The air worked, he had a nice sound system, and a full tank of gas.
He's clean, she thought. Then again, she knew that. Tyler could tell from his bathroom that he was a clean man, and she loved that. There wasn’t a stiff rag or gritty looking toothbrush in sight.
“You hungry?” Logic asked once he rejoined her in the car.
“Yea, are you going to make me one of your famous sandwiches?”
“Nah, I'm going to save that for a later date.” He winked. “Rah is throwing some shit on the grill and I told him we’d possibly come by.”
“Wait, I thought we were going to your house. I don’t want to be around anyone,” Tyler snapped, turning in her seat.
“We still can, but-
“Ain’t no fucking but! You can take me back home because I already told you that I'm not trying to be out in public like that. I knew this was a mistake.” She folded her arms across her chest. “Niggas don’t listen.”
In an effort to calm himself down before responding, Logic rubbed the back of his neck and focused on the road.
If Tyler had been anybody else, he would have put her pretty ass out of his truck for yelling at him.
He didn’t play that shit, and in due time, she’d learn.
Tyler was fragile though and he could tell he’d have to take a different approach with her.
Stopping at the red light, Logic turned slightly in his seat.
“Rah and C are cool. Their families will be there, strictly on some chilling shit, but if you don’t wanna go, then we don’t have to. Tell me what you wanna do, baby girl, and I’ll follow your lead. I’m just trying to kick it with you.”
Taken aback by his response, Tyler clamped her mouth shut. She didn’t know why she thought he was going to turn up on her, but he didn’t, and now she felt stupid for yelling. Logic was patiently staring at her, awaiting her response, and she was sitting there pouting.
“What’s up, baby girl? Tell me what you wanna do?” Logic repeated, this time he tapped her thigh, forcing her to look up at him.
“We can go,” Tyler stated.
“You sure?”
“Yea, but I need to go change. I don’t have a swimsuit or anything.”
“No need. I’m going to run my sisters to the mall.”
“As nice as that sounds, I really don’t want to walk around a crowded mall.” She shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
“I got you, baby girl.”
“Didn’t I tell you I don’t like that phrase?”
“You did, but I'm trying to change what those words mean to you. I’m sorry for every fuck nigga that let you down, but when I say it, I mean it,” Logic promised with a wink. “Just tell me what size you wear, and I’ll handle the rest.”
“See, there you go, doing that smoldering thing, saying the right things. It’s almost like you’re trying to make me fall for you.”
“I’m just a real ass nigga and you don’t have to be all hard with me.” He glanced at her before looking back at the road. “Let me take care of you when you’re in my presence.”
Logic words felt like a heated blanket, causing Tyler to shift in her seat. “You’re not all that,” she denied, turning to stare out of the window.
Logic didn’t respond because they both knew it was a lie.
Did he have all the fancy shit she had grown accustomed to?
No, and he didn’t need any of that shit to make him all that.
Logic was that nigga even if he was rocking Walmart shoes with a Family Dollar jogging suit.
The nigga didn’t even have a haircut most of the time, but there was something about him that Tyler couldn’t shake.
What Logic possessed couldn’t be bought in a store.
His calm demeanor, his take charge mindset, and his ability to make her feel safe by using words made him all that.
“You was about to fight me, huh?” Logic asked, breaking her thoughts.
“As long as you know,” Tyler simpered.
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When he pulled up at home, Logic ran inside to gather his siblings while Tyler sat in the car.
Nerves ripped through her core as she chewed on the tip of her nail.
Anxiety had her heart in a vice grip, and her body felt heavy.
Tyler's first thought was to reach for the mint can, but she only had three pills and didn’t know the next time she’d get more.
She wasn’t fucking with Dexter or her aunt, nor was she about to go looking for some on a street corner or college campus.
“You got this,” Tyler coached herself. “You’re not a fucking addict, you got this.”
The words soothed her heart but did nothing to cure the waves of nausea that kept hitting her or the tingling in her legs. She was jonesing… bad. Closing her eyes, Tyler begged for strength and a sign that everything was going to be ok. Just as she opened her eyes, Logic opened the car door.
“You good?” he asked, sensing that she was a little off.
“Yes,” she lied, but hoped she would be as the day went on.
“Aight. Look, I gave them a pep talk, but I cannot control what comes out of their mouth. Sage might stare at you, Spice is mean, and Shugg is going to grill you.”
“Should I be scared?”
“Nah, they’re protective but harmless.” He smiled as the back door opened.
“Hey girl, hey,” Shugg greeted as she slid in the truck. “I don’t know if you remember me, but I’m Shugg.”
“The one that tried to smother me?” Tyler arched her eyebrow.
“Aht aht, don’t bring up old stuff,” Spice said, getting into the car. “We didn’t know what was going on and you started hollering and my brother wasn’t about to go to jail.”
“How about we start over?” Tyler suggested. “I’m Tyler, but you can call me Ty.”
“Hey Tyyyyy,” the twins sang.
Logic opened his mouth to ask where Sage was, but seconds later he came bopping out the front door.
It was easy to see the type of influence Logic had over him, and if Tyler didn’t know any better, she would’ve thought they were father and son.
Sage was trying his best to be cool, but Tyler’s presence had him slightly rattled.
“My bad yall,” he said as he climbed in the back seat. “I had to freshen up.”
“Boy bye. You done had on the same shorts for three days. You hear Ty in the car and wanna wash up,” Shugg snitched.
“Oop,” Spice laughed out loud.
“Chill,” Logic chuckled, but they were right.
“Anyway, how you doing? The last time we met, I was a little underdressed.” Sage stuck his hand out for Tyler to shake, but Shugg slapped it down.
“Now I know you were not about to touch that girl's hand with them beaters. You were in the bathroom for hours this morning. There’s probably lotion still under your nails.”
“No, wait, I-I wasn’t,” Sage stuttered.
“Cut that shit out,” Logic hissed.
“My bad.” Shugg threw her hands up in defense, but leaned into Tyler and whispered, “Shake his hand at your own risk.”
Tyler laughed under her breath as the siblings went back and forth with one another. She couldn’t remember the last time she laughed like that, and it was much needed.
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