Chapter 5 #4
“Go to the trip,” Tank said to me. I went to the app, and I showed him the trip, where he could see the driver.
It was a Spanish man, and he was rated 5 stars, with over 1.
5k trips, and he’s been doing Uber for 3 years.
Tank looked at that, and then he used his finger to scroll down, where he saw the price of the trip.
Since it was a black truck that I requested, the price was a little more than usual. It was $46.78.
“Go to your CashApp. Let me see something,” he suggested. I went to the app, and he went for the top left corner of the screen, where the QR code was.
He pulled his phone out, scanned the code, and I watched him as he sent me $60.
“Use that to pay for your Uber. You don’t come out of pocket when your with me,” he stated. That manly man part him couldn’t help but to expose himself. Tank didn’t have to pay for my Uber because he just paid close to $2k for dinner tonight.
The bottle, the food, I ended up having two cocktails, and he left the waitress with a hefty tip. The least I could do was pay for my own Uber, but he wouldn’t even let me do that.
“Can I get your number, or you still don’t know me well enough to give it?” he asked. I thought about his question for a few seconds. Without even responding to him, I just stuck my hand out, so that he could hand me over his phone, and I keyed in my number for him, adding my name.
“Let me call that shit. Make sure you didn’t give me the wrong number,” he blurted, and I laughed.
He called me, and my phone rang in my hands. He had a ‘305’ area code. I saved his number to my phone, and we looked down the street, and we could see the Escalade pulling up.
“What’s the tag number? Let me just make sure that’s him,” Tank said to me.
Instead of reading the tag number out to him, I just showed him my phone screen, so that he could look at it himself.
I watched as he mumbled what the tag number was, and then his eyes left mine, and he scanned the plate number on the tag, once it pulled up, and it parked on the side of the street.
I saw that it matched, and he saw it too.
“It’s good. Come on. Let me put a bug in that nigga ear,” he said, stepping to the side, so that I could lead the way. I didn’t even attempt to act like I was going to open the truck door because I had a man right on the side of me, so I wished that I would touch the handle to a door.
Tank put his hand on my waist, just so that he could move me out of the way a little bit, and he opened the door.
The second the door opened, you could smell that new car smell, with the scent of something sweet.
From where I stood, I could see the inside of the truck, and it was nice, and clean.
The driver turned around to look at us, and there was a smile on his face.
“How you doing, man?” Tank asked him.
“I’m doing alright. How are you?” the driver was a Cuban dude, so he had a thick Spanish accent.
“I’m doing well. I had myself a nice date with a very beautiful woman tonight.
I want to continue to see this beautiful woman, so with that, you gotta do your part, and get her home safely.
Don’t try no shit with her, man. I’m loco.
I get crazy. Get her home safely. You hear me?
” Tank asked the driver, who laughed, and he shook his head eagerly, letting Tank know that I was in good hands, and that he didn’t have to worry about anything happening to me.
“Aight. You good?” Tank asked me, and I nodded my head yes, letting him know that I was fine.
“Text me or something when you make it in the house. I don’t want to overstep anything, but I would like to give you a hug if you don’t mind,” the way he asked that was so sexy.
It was the way he just checked the driver for me, and he confidently asked me for a hug, not caring if there was a chance that I might turn him down. After the night that the two of us just had, I really didn’t mind hugging him. He’d earned it.
With my purse on my shoulder, I stepped closer to him, and I lifted my arms, wrapping them around his neck.
His arms wrapped around my waist, and they stayed right on the small of my back, where he gave me a nice squeeze.
There was a significant height difference between the two of us, which was so attractive.
I was already tall, plus I was wearing heels, but Tank was still towering over me.
With my body pressed up against his, feeling nothing but hard steel, it made all the sense in the world on why they called him Tank. I swear I didn’t want to let him go. I wanted to stay wrapped up in his arms for a few more minutes, but I eventually pulled away from him.
There was a smile on his face. That smile was there because everything that he wanted out of me tonight, he’d gotten it.
He got the chance to sit next to me at the open mic event.
I lost the bet, so we went out to the lounge, where we spent 4+ hours with each other.
He got my phone number, and a hug out of me. He had every reason to be smiling.
“Text me when you get home,” he said, moving out of the way, so that I could step inside the truck.
I assured him that I would, and once I was inside the truck, he threatened the Uber driver again, telling him to keep me in good hands, and that’s when he closed the door.
I waved goodbye to him, and then the driver pulled off. I don’t know what the hell I had going on, but as he was driving away, I found myself in the backseat, just cheesing like a fuckin Cheshire cat.
I wasn’t going to get myself worked up about this and make myself believe that this was going to be a thing because I knew that it wasn’t.
I could just smell that this was a situation where I would get my heart broken from fuckin around with a man like Tank.
I’ve never dated a man like him before. My type has always been something completely different.
Not to compare, and not to judge him, but I think about June, and all the shit that he put my sister through towards the beginning of their relationship.
June was a perfect man to Free now, but back then, his ass was a hot ass mess.
I didn’t have the strength to deal with no mess like that, so if anything were to come out of this between Tank and I, I’m sure that all it would be was friendship.