Chapter 7 #2
“Nah. You should catch him now, sis.” I crossed my arms across my chest and turned to look up at Savior. He was looking straight ahead at old girl. “Lemme give you guys the space to discuss that.” I started to walk toward the exit. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into him.
“After two ye—”
He kept a firm grip on my wrist as he looked up at her. “I said what I said, Mel. It ain’t no—”
“Call this bitch by her government. Fuck the cute pet names.” I glared up at him. At that point, my temper was flaring, and that umbrella was looking mighty enticing.
She sucked her teeth. “Who are you calling a bitch, bitch?”
I started laughing and looked up at Savior. “Let me go so I can go home. It’s obvious you have some unfinished business with Melanie over there. I don’t nee—”
“Cool out.” He made sure to keep his grip as he looked at me momentarily. “Melanie, yeen got no business being here. You knew what was up. This shit right here is pointless, and you’re upsetting my girl.”
“Your girl? This ghetto—”
“I’ll show your thick wig ass ghetto.” I pointed with my free hand.
“Get the fuck out, Melanie.” his voice roared.
At least this time he called her by her government.
As if he had wind in his lungs, she blew out of the door and slammed it behind her. I was on my way out of the same door as soon as he let my arm go. I didn’t like my reactions when it came to him.
“You need to control your fucking temper. Crazy ass woman.” He let me go and walked over to the island while I turned to walk out of his door.
I didn’t think I was ready for the type of emotions that man brought out of me so early on.
“Don’t walk yo’ ass out that door, or I’ll be at ya door kicking that bitch in after I finish eating. ”
I turned and looked at him, and he wasn’t looking in my direction. “I’m not ready for this. I think you need to get your females in order and—”
“It’s too fucking late for all of that. I want you, and I know you want me. So yeen goin’ nowhere, and neither am I. Did you already eat?” He attempted to change the subject.
I just looked at him in total disbelief because he said what he said with a straight face, and he never looked up at me. Shit, it made me clench my thighs, but it rendered me speechless.
“Don’t be difficult, bae. Gone ahead and gimme some ketchup.” He was looking at me with a smile while chewing the French fries.
I shook my head, yet somehow, my stupid ass ended up walking in the direction of the refrigerator to get that nigga his ketchup.
“You know you fine as fuck when you act up.”
I set his ketchup on the counter and left his ass in the kitchen alone. He asked me not to go home; he didn’t say shit about his living room.
“You’ll pay for that petty shit,” he said from behind me.
By the time I had finally located his remote and found out how to turn the TV on, he was walking into the living room. I made myself comfortable, and I was surfing the channels in search of something to watch.
“You call yo’self still mad at me or…” he started.
“I’m not mad. I just thin—”
“If you’re thinking anything with us not being like this, then delete the thought from ya brain, baby.
” He pulled his shirt from his body and tossed it on the other side of the sofa.
Seconds later, he was crawling between my legs, laying on top of me.
He rested on my chest like there wasn’t any more space on this sofa.
“You don’t tell me what to do, Savior.”
He chuckled. “Never have. I just make suggestions that I’d like for you to take serious. Now come get in the bed, I’m not tryna slee—”
“Nigga, I’m not getting in a bed that you fucked another bitch in. And I don’t give a care if you changed the sheets.” My face was screwed up.
He laughed. “How you know I didn’t hit her off right here?”
“Couch is too uncomfortable and expensive to be fucking on.” I made direct eye contact with him. “Am I right?”
“You were right up until now.” He eased his hands up my thigh.
I smiled. “And what does that mean?” I tried to look over his head while pointing the remote in the direction of the TV.
“Exactly what I said.” In one swift motion, he snatched the remote from my hand and tossed it on the other side of the sectional.
“I’m not—” My sentence was cut short by his lips covering mine. He shut me up while using his hands to push my shorts down. Yes I am. There’s no way I can tell this man no and actually mean it.
He rested his hand on my exposed thigh as we rode in the direction of the welcome home party that he promised me he was just showing face to before we went to dinner.
“Thirty minutes tops,” he repeated that for the third time since we’d been in the car.
If I didn’t know any better, he didn’t want to go his-damn-self.
“You know if you don’t want to go somewhere, you really don’t have to go.” I glanced over at him. It was a joke.
He chuckled. “You’re right, but in my position, certain things have to be done to feel a motherfucker out. I can’t send somebody. I gotta do it myself.” His revelation seemed heavy.
I nodded. I wasn’t sure of what he was talking about.
“Who is he?” I questioned.
He laughed. “How do you know it’s a nigga?
“It better be.” I said a little more aggressive than I meant to.
He chuckled as we pulled in front of the already-thumping club. “Beck, pull around the back, and we’ll go in that way. We’ll only be here for—”
“Thirty minutes. I got it, boss.” He finished because he, too, had heard Savior repeat that same sentence.
I giggled silently as I kept my attention now on the dark alley that we’d just turned into.
I’d never gone into a club through the back entrance before.
Honestly, who was I kidding? I didn’t do clubs.
I was more of the stay in or nice dinner type.
That was why it took so long for me to agree to come with him.
Seconds later, my door was opened, and we were exiting the car.
I was only standing outside the car for five seconds before his hand graced my backside.
Once we entered the back entrance and were in a hall leading narrowly to a set of stairs, he grabbed my hand and led me up after he allowed Jeff to lead the way while Beck found somewhere to park the car.
Before we exited the hall, he leaned into me and spoke. “I’on really like the length of this dress.” His hands rubbed my thigh before tugging at the material.
I giggled. “I thought you liked it.”
“Privately, hell yeah. But in public, hell nah, because I can’t touch you the way I want to.” He kissed the side of my face.
I wasn’t able to respond, because Jeff opened the door that led into what I assumed was the second level of the club.
It was too loud for me to speak, so I just held on to Savior’s hand while he led me into the crowded space.
The entire time we moved through the booths, all I heard was people calling Savior’s name and trying to get his attention.
It wasn’t just a few people; it was everybody that we passed.
They were treating him like some type of god or royalty that they wanted to see.
It was so odd to me. When we finally reached our destination, he stepped into a section, never letting go of my hand.
We took our seats at the empty booth, and he nodded at Beck, who seemed to appear out of thin air.
I felt him lean into my space before he spoke. “What are you drinking, Reg?”
I looked around before shrugging. “Whatever you are.”
He raised an eyebrow before nodding. He wasn’t able to order, because before he could call out to Beck, a female stepped into the section. She looked at Savior with the biggest smile, but it smeared off of her face the moment her eyes landed on me.
“Our section is over there.” She pointed while smiling at Savior. “And I didn’t know that you were bringing a plus one.” She tried to force a smile on her face, but my presence bothered her. I could tell by the way she looked me over numerous times within the same fifteen seconds.
He kissed the side of my face as I grinned.
Females always had to be distasteful. She didn’t even get a response from me.
I had heard the thirstiness in her voice the day she called his phone to invite him to the thing.
I could tell she had high expectations for when he showed up that night. Too bad my presence spoiled that.
He looked toward Beck and put up two fingers before his eyes went to old girl. “Where is your broth—”
“If that ain’t my nigga, Savior!” A loud voice broke old girl’s intense stare. She was still doing that thing that most basic bitches did when they tried to compare themselves to another woman.
Savior stood and greeted old boy before sitting back down while old boy sat across from us.
“I see you’re doing it real big out here,” old boy said, and I felt his eyes on me as I looked out at the overly crowded dance floor. I looked back over just in time to see Savior lick his lips as he took me in himself, leaning closer into my space.
“Baby, this is Duce. We grew up together. Duce, this is my girl.” Again, he kissed the side of my face. He did that a lot, almost like it was his way of making sure I was right where he left me the last time his lips touched my temple.
I nodded politely, but I never offered him my hand.
It was something about him and the way he looked that told me that something wasn’t right about him.
I was an excellent judge of character, and the one right before us was giving off all types of flawed vibes.
It was something else though. I just couldn’t put my finger on it.
For a while, Savior gave Duce minimal communication, but just like the asshole he was, as soon as he felt we’d hit thirty minutes, he raised his hand and signaled Beck while Jeff stood waiting on us.