Chapter 7 #4
I went upstairs with my purse, and I headed for Tank’s bedroom. I’ve been spending a lot of time over here, so I had my clothes in one of his drawers. I pulled out a pajama set, along with some underwear. I took the items with me into the bathroom, where I started up the shower.
Once the water was good and hot, just how I liked it, I removed the clothes that I was wearing, and I got in. For at least the first ten minutes of the shower, I just stood under the water, allowing it to beat against my skin. I was allowing my hair to get wet too.
So many things were running through my mind.
I was mainly thinking about Tank and I, and how I was going to allow my own self to get in the way of building something with him.
For the first time in my life, I’ve been contemplating marriage, and kids.
Back then, those two things were never really goals for me.
I was living a fast life, wanting to travel the world, stay on the move, but Tank had me ready to embark on a new journey with him.
I didn’t feel like I was wrong for getting mad at him because of a woman that he used to deal with had called him, but I was wrong for reacting the way that I did, especially since he hasn’t fucked around on me.
For that, once I’m done, I’ll find him and apologize.
It's just that this was the second bitch that I’ve had to exchange words with since him and I started dealing with each other, and I wasn’t trying to have to check different bitches every other month. I wasn’t built to handle that kind of drama.
I eventually finished up in the shower. I was able to stop myself from zoning out the way I had been doing and use this time in the shower to wash my hair and clean my body.
When I stepped out, I wrapped a towel around my body, and I went over to the sink, pulling out one of the drawers, where my microfiber hair towel wrap was, and I used it to put over my wet hair.
Once that was done, I brushed my teeth, and did my long, hefty skin routine that I would do at night. I dried off, and used lotion, along with body oil to place all over my body. I had a nice, silk two pieced pajama set to throw on, and that’s what I did.
When I made it back out into the bedroom, Tank wasn’t inside. I knew that we needed to have a conversation, so I slipped on my house shoes, and I headed downstairs.
It was dark down here now because he’d turned the lights off.
I could hear the TV playing in the family room.
The light coming from the TV was the only light that was on.
I could see Tank from behind, as he was seated on the couch, watching sports.
I slowly walked in, not really knowing what kind of mood he was going to be in.
I wanted to sit on him, but I was afraid that he was going to humble me, by moving me off him.
On the other end, I felt like my night couldn’t get any worst compared to the things that had already happened, so feeling bold, I came over, stood right in front of him, and I straddled his lap.
I kept my hands to my side, and he kept his down in his lap. Any other time, his hands would have immediately found their way to my ass, but he didn’t do that. There was also a mug still resting on his face, as if he was still pissed, and annoyed with me.
“I’m sorry for the way that I reacted. I don’t think that you’re cheating on me, and I do see the work that you’ve been putting in with me.
I don’t want to make excuses for my actions, but when your phone was ringing, and you didn’t answer it, I got in my head.
I know that it’s a million bitches out here that want you, so that fucks with me sometimes,” I was honest with him.
“I ain’t saying that you were wrong for checking me about a bitch calling my phone.
You have that right. Considering the space that me and you are in, and what we’re trying to build, it shouldn’t be any other woman calling my phone.
I’ll give you that. You can check me over some shit like that because if a nigga hit you, I’ll probably spazz too.
I didn’t really get annoyed with your ass until you started taking another bitch word over me.
Another woman can’t tell you shit about me, Dionne because like I said, they never had this version of me that I’m giving you,” he said, and I believed him, so I nodded.
I went closer to him, lying my head on his chest, and I snaked my hands around, so that they could wrap around his waist.
“You stress a nigga the fuck out,” he blurted after about two minutes of silence.
“You blocked her number?” I asked, not paying attention to anything that he was saying to me.
“Yeah. I don’t want a part two of this shit, so when I wake up in the morning, the first thing that I’m going to do is change my phone number. That way, none of my old hoes going to have it,” he said, and I snickered at that.
“You should have done that from the beginning,” I announced, followed by a yawn.
It wasn’t even nine yet, and I was already tired as hell.
Tank was the type to stay up super late, and at night, he liked to watch true crime documentaries, so he would have me up late as hell, watching it with him, but tonight, I didn’t think that my body could hang.
Even as I was lying on him right now, I was fighting like hell to keep my eyes open.
“When you went in my pocket, and answered my phone, I wanted to body slam your ass,” he said, finally putting his hands on my ass, and he jiggled my ass cheeks in his hands.
My eyes were closed, but I was listening to him.
He continued in his rant of talking shit, and I let him.
I’m sure that he would want to revisit this conversation again in the morning, so that we didn’t have to have this problem again, but in the meantime, I was taking my ass to sleep, in hopes that tomorrow would be a much better day.