33. Doll
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
DOLL
A WEEK LATER
“ W ait! Wait! Wait! That’s kinda heavy. You sure you don’t need any help with that?” I asked the mover and nibbled on my index fingernail as he went to lift my gold floor-length mirror. His biceps flexed as he lifted it into the air and carried that shit as if it didn’t weigh nothing. I was clearing out my storage ’cause I finally found me an apartment that I could afford at the moment. It wasn’t on the best side of town, but at least it was something I could call mine.
“Will you just let that man do his job?” Stoney asked as she rounded me and grabbed a box out of the storage.
“Says the person who’s lifting boxes when they are paid to do it.” I shook my head.
“I can’t stand ’round and just not do nothing like you.” She carried the box out to the truck. I was paying their asses to move my shit. I wasn’t ’bout to lift not one finger.
One of the movers grabbed the last box out of the storage, and I stood there admiring the empty space. I had been working so hard for this moment, and I was proud of myself. Now if only I could stick to my five-year plan, I’d be in a house in no time.
I exited the building and they shut the door on the moving truck. Shout out to Scar for hooking me up with his company. When he found out I was moving, he offered to cover it himself, but I wouldn’t allow him to. Since I was so stubborn, he suggested a discount and I happily took it.
I jumped into the car with Stoney, and she drove to my apartment. The next thing on my list was getting a car. I probably did it ass backward, but I was hitting my goals and that was the only thing that mattered.
We pulled up to my new apartment complex. The movers backed the truck in directly in front of the entrance and hopped out. I went to unlock the door so they could unload everything. Seeing how it was just me, I got a one bedroom. That was more than enough room. I stood to the side as they brought everything in and placed it directly where I told ’em to. As they were bringing in my bedroom set, I realized that I was long overdue for a new one. As well as living room set.
My stuff was old. I had first bought it when Rell and I moved into our apartment together. If I had the funds to toss that shit out and start completely over from scratch, I would. My furniture was tainted with nothing but memories. Memories that I no longer wanted to hold on to. Once I got to the place where I can buy new things, I was giving myself a fresh new start.
The movers finished placing my things in the apartment then they left. Stoney and I turned on some music and got to work putting everything up.
I was an old school R&B type of girl and when KeKe Wyatt’s “If Only You Knew” began to play, I grabbed the broom and used it as a mic. “I must have rehearsed my lines a thousand times. Until I had them memorized, but when I get up the nerve…”
“Sing it, girl!” Stoney egged me on, knowing damn well I sounded like a screeching cat.
A knock at the door grasped my attention. I danced over to it, still singing and swung it open. “If only you knew. How much I do… do love youuuuuuuu.”
Scar peered at me and flicked his tongue ’cross his lips, displaying his grill. Man the way that man looked at me made me want to drop my panties at the door. God!
“You love me, huh?” A grin crept onto his face as his eyes pored into mine.
“I was singing a song. What you doing here anyway?” I propped my hand on my hip and waited for him to respond.
“I got something for you. C’mere.”
I glanced back at Stoney over my shoulder, and she shrugged. Propping the broom against the wall, I stepped out the door behind him and shut it. He took me out to the parking lot where a tow truck sat with a brand-new silver Audi A5 on the back of it.
“Who this for?” I peered up at Scar, and he rubbed his hands together.
“You. Who else?”
“Scar, don’t fucking play with me. You bought me a car?”
“My pussy gotta sit on the finest seats. I can’t have it walking ’round here sweating in the heat.”
“Scar!” I was at a loss for words. No one had ever made a grand gesture like that for me. Ever.
The driver jumped down out the tow truck and began letting the car down. I shook my hands uncontrollably and tears swelled in my eyes.
“This a dream, right?” I just couldn’t accept the fact that this man went out and bought me a car.
“Why is it so hard for you to believe I bought you a car?”
“’Cause nobody has ever done anything like this for me before.”
“Gone over there and check it out.” I looked back over my shoulder and saw Stoney standing there with her hands clasped together and pressed to her lips. She was looking like a proud mama standing back there. She shooed me away. I tiptoed to the car as if someone was gon’ snatch it away the moment I reached it.
Scar opened the driver’s door and I was greeted with butter seats and new car scent. I looked over at him and he stood there with his hands shoved in his pockets. I eased into the seat and saw that the car didn’t have any miles on it.
“This car fresh off the lot?” He nodded. “I can’t accept this.” I went to climb out the car, but he pushed me back down into the seat.
“You can and you will. Shit already in yo’ name. It’s yours, Doll.”
Tears streamed my cheeks. “But why? What did I do to deserve it?”
“Now you fucking up, thinking you don’t deserve it. With that weapon you got between yo’ legs, you can get whatever you want, especially outta me.” He hooked my chin, coaxing a grin out of me.
“Thank you.”
I got out the car and closed the gap between us. His nose brushed mine and our lips meshed. My arm craned his neck and I climbed his ass like a tree. Scar held me up by the ass. We kissed ’til we heard Stoney yell, “Get a fucking room!” I gave her the bird finger and poked my tongue out at her.
She went back into the apartment and I turned my attention back to Scar. “Do y’all have a lot to do in there?”
“Not really. Just gotta unpack a few boxes. The movers did most of the work for us.”
“You need another hand?” He planted me back on my feet, pulled his phone out his pocket, and glared down at it.
I figured that he had somewhere he needed to be and I didn’t want to stand in his way, so I replied, “No. I’m fine. Thanks for offering though.”
“I’m finna go make a few stops, then I’ll be back by here. You can thank me for that car when I come back.” Scar’s hand snaked between my thighs, and he stroked my pussy. She immediately leaked. I’on know why he be playing games with me like that.
“The way you touching on me now, I ain’t gon’ let you leave here.”
He pecked me on the center of my forehead, and I melted. That was the first time he’d ever done something like that to me.
“I’ll be back,” he said and strolled toward his car. I stood there, watching as he backed out his parking space and left.