Chapter 12 #2
Again, I was giggling while shaking my head because he didn’t say the things that normal people said.
Taurus said the things that would have you side-eyeing him because of his extensive knowledge on certain subjects.
Not only that, but his delivery was what was flawed.
He just said something without an ounce of couth when he said it.
When we reached his car, he was sure to open my door for me to get in.
He stood there until I was in before closing the door and going to his side.
He was more unhinged than anyone I’d ever encountered, and I was a whole damn criminal lawyer.
REGANCY
I stared at the blank TV in front of me and then down at the man asleep in bed next to me. I was stuck there listening to my father go on and on about how he didn’t like hearing that I was in the hospital from my mother.
“I’m sorry, Dad. I jus—”
“Don’t worry me, Regancy. Do better, please and I know you’re busy and all with the bar.
Lavori troppo. (You work too much.)” My father was bilingual due to the fact that he was a black Italian who was brought to America from Italy when he was fourteen.
His Italian was much better than his English, but one could never tell unless he spoke it.
“Non è una scusa. Farò di meglio. (That’s no excuse. I will do better,)” I spoke in his native tongue. “Vedremo. Il tuo italiano si sta arrugginendo. Non lo parli abbastanza. (We will see. Your Italian is getting rusty, you don’t speak it enough.)”
I giggled. “Va benissimo. Capisci cosa sto dicendo, vero? (It’s just fine. You understand what I am saying, right?)”
“Quando torni a casa per una visita?( I miss my baby girl.)” That fast, he switched back over to English. He did that often because some English came to him better than others.
Savior’s figure turned over in the bed and he hugged my side, burying his face in the bottom half of my body. We were supposed to be taking a nap, but my father called me right in the middle of mine.
“Molto presto, papà. (Very soon, Dad.)”
“I will call you soon. Be safe and come home soon. Ti amo, bambina mia. (I love you, my child.)” He was the only person who knew not to push me. It was only because we were so much alike.
“Ti amo, papà. (I love you, Dad.)”
Once we ended the call, I dropped my phone on Savior’s nightstand and looked down at him. The top of his head was rested on me while he hugged my bottom half. I started to rub his head with my eyes closed. I was on my way back to sleep when I heard his voice.
“Why didn’t you tell me you spoke Italian?” he asked.
“You never asked.”
“Shit is sexy as fuck. You gonna teach me some of that?” He sat up and looked at me.
I beamed in his direction. “I mean, I could, but—”
“Ain’t nobody about to negotiate with you for some pussy, Re.”
I busted up laughing. “And why not?”
“Because you and the pussy belong to me, so I ain’t gotta negotiate shit to get it.”
“Says who? Just like these legs open, they close too, baby.” I looked up at him with a fake serious expression.
He didn’t even respond to me. Instead, he somehow snaked his body between my legs and made sure that I was looking up at him.
Seconds later, his hand gripped my neck, and he had a mischievous grin on his face.
“Say that shit in Italian for me.” He licked his lips.
I was all smiles as I allowed my tongue to reach the roof of my lips. “Proprio come si aprono, anche si chiudono. (Just like they open, they also close.)”
He grinned. “And as sexy as that shit sounds, you’re still lying in another language.”
He didn’t give me a chance to ask what I was lying about, because as soon as the words left his lips, they were on me.
He cupped my left leg in the corner of his arm before using his free hand to explore my wetness.
“Now why would you close your legs, when you’re so ready for me, baby?
” he asked as he moved his hand. Seconds later, I felt his hardness at my opening.
I expected him to thrust inside of me in one pump, but this time was different.
This time, he took mercy on my soul. He eased inside of me inch by inch, never breaking eye contact with me.
It was erotic the way he inched into me, making sure I felt every inch of him.
“You feel that, Re?” he asked mid-stroke. He didn’t give me a chance to speak. “It’s this right here for me too.”
“Mhmm,” I moaned aloud, attempting to stifle the urge to yell out. “I feel you…” My sentence trailed off as he picked up pace.
“Feel all of it, Re, then cum on us baby,” he coached, trapping me between his arms above my head.
He thrust into me like he had a point to prove, but I swear he didn’t.
At this point, I was willing to be whatever this man needed.
Shit, if he needed a damn genie, I’d find my way into a lamp and grant him any fucking wish.
Fuck three wishes; he could have as many as he wanted just off the way he stroked me.
It was deep, sensual, and coordinated like he wanted to send me permanently insane.
Maybe that’s what he was trying to do—fuck me crazier than I already was. If so, it was working.
I’d been at the bar for all of thirty minutes when Savior texted me and said he was coming to get me.
I needed to pick some things up, but when I walked in, I realized that the inventory I planned to do the Sunday after my birthday was still waiting on me.
So there I was, just realizing how behind I was on work.
It wasn’t like I could assign it to anyone, because I had my own special way of doing things, so that would be setting someone up for complete failure.
I got that I was supposed to take it easy, and I planned to do just that.
I just had to do that and run my business too.
So I would strategically do this inventory while taking small breaks in between and asking someone to grab the heavy boxes for me as needed.
My mistake was telling my mother that because just minutes after I get off the phone with her, Savior was texting me, and I told him the same thing I told her. This had to be done.
I put the cheeseburger to my lips, taking another bite before glancing down at the clipboard in front of me.
I was in the midst of counting the recent shipment bottles, so I’d have the back room counted before going to the front after close.
This was definitely going to be a long and grueling process, but it had to be done.
“So you tryna’ beef with me?” His voice made me look up from the clipboard to the doorway where he was standing.
A smile covered my face as I took all his handsomeness in. He had a meeting today, so he had on a suit. “Why would I wanna beef with you, baby?” I questioned.
“Because we agreed that you’d take some time to cool out and hire somebody to do shit like this.” He walked further into the office, peering down at me.
“I know, but this inventory is due Tuesday. I need to know what I have and the dates for all of it before I do another inventory order. It can’t be pushed back any longer than it has. It’s not in the budget for me to do any overordering off estimations.”
He looked at me and nodded his head. He got where I was coming from, even though he didn’t like it. As soon as he was about to speak, another voice filled the room.
“Nigga, you better have a good reason for calling me here, especially beca…” Taurus’s sentence trailed off when he walked in the room and saw me sitting on the floor. “What the fuck you doing to my sister, Savior?”
I giggled.
“Shit, that’s her sitting her slow ass down there. That’s that hood shit, she’d rather sit her ass on the floor instead of on the sofa or at the desk.” Savior shook his head.
Taurus walked over to my sofa and grabbed a pillow before passing it to me.
“Here. Don’t have my niece or nephew down there because yo’ ass wanna sit on this hard, cold ass floor.
Now what is this nigga talking about a fucking inventory?
” He passed me the pillow, then reached down and took my plate of fries off the chair I had it sitting on.
“You’on need these. Don’t pregnant women retain fluid from fried and greasy foods? ”
“Just wait. We’re all about to be in here doing inventory,” Savior said just as Lane walked into my office with a mug.
“And why the hell didn’t you call me?” she questioned through narrow eyes.
“Because she be around this motherfucker acting like she doesn’t need help when she does sometimes.” Amil walked into my office, followed by two guys I didn’t know.
I shook my head. “This is usually an easy and quick job, so I never need help.” I mugged Savior.
He gave me the same menacing stare back. He was serious about me laying around the house and not doing anything that could potentially stress me. I didn’t think he understood that it was how I functioned. I functioned off thinking and plotting businesswise. I functioned best when I was working.
“If you have one of those chefs make me a chicken piccata with extra capers and thinly sliced chicken, I guess I can count some shit,” Taurus said.
“Must you be so picky?” Lane looked at him with her face screwed up.
“But yo’ ass is about to order hot wings with extra sauce.”
I put my hands out for somebody to help me up. Of course Savior helped me because, as he said, when I sat on the floor, it stressed his kid out. So he was definitely in a hurry to help me. “Since somebody called in the cavalry, I guess the least he could do is pay for everyone’s meals.”
His face went blank as confusion swept his features.
“That’s all you had to say. Now lemme get to counting for this lil’ break. Where do you want me to start counting, boss lady?” one of the guys I didn’t know asked.