Chapter 11 #3
“Ohhhhh, I know a bitch that just got fucked when I see one! You left my sister in the house to go get some dick?” Free asked Blake, and I was cracking up because Free really didn’t give a damn what she said out of her mouth.
Blake flopped down on the couch next to me, and I still had the camera on her, so that Free could see her.
“Your sister was sleeping. We’re about to go out now,” Blake responded. It’s like the energy was taken away from her because saying those few little words that she said to Free looked like it was exhausting for her to do.
She leaned her head into the back of the couch, and she put a hand over her forehead, as if she was contemplating life.
“Well, what the fuck did you do?” I asked her, and my question made my sister laugh, and Blake only laughed a little bit.
“Dionne, I know that look all too well. Ya’ll not about to go nowhere.
You might as well order you some food to the apartment.
That’s the look of a woman that was just fucked senseless.
When I get like that, you can stick a fork in me because I have nothing left to offer to the world.
I love that for you, Blake,” Free was going on, and on. Blake couldn’t even say anything.
I talked with my sister for a little longer, and I told her that I was going to call her back.
“I need the tea. Give me a second. I’m about to use the bathroom right quick though,” I let her know, standing up from the couch, and I took my phone with me.
Like this man had a damn tracker on me, my phone started buzzing with a facetime call, and it was Tank calling. I’m not sure why, but a smile appeared on my face upon seeing his name on my screen. I didn’t answer it until I made my way into Blake’s room.
I almost broke my damn neck because the light was off in her bedroom, and I tripped over a boot.
I moved around, searching for the light, and once I had it on, that’s when I was able to look down at the screen, see Tank, and from his surroundings, I could tell that he was standing outside.
The way he had the phone propped, I could see what was behind him, which was my sister’s and June’s driveway, so I knew that he was still over there.
“That was your voice that I just heard on the phone with your sister?” he got right into action, and I laughed.
“Tank, you sound crazy. You sound like your obsessing over me,” I responded, walking into the bathroom, and I turned the light on.
“Sound? I thought my actions towards you showed that I was crazy already?” he asked me, and I propped the phone up on the counter, and I went through Blake’s top drawer, where I had placed one of my brushes, and my claw clips.
I brushed my hair up, and I twirled it around, putting it in a claw clip. I did all of this with my eyes on him.
“I was on the phone with Free. I was sleep when she called me. I saw your missed call. I was going to call you back. That’s why I came in the bathroom,” I told him, being honest.
“Aight, shit. Tell a nigga something. What time you come back tomorrow? I want to get you from the airport,” I can’t lie, his question made me smile. I could hear the yearning in his voice that he had for me. I couldn’t tell him no.
“We’ll be back at noon. We flew private, so you have to get me from the Fort Lauderdale executive airport,” I told him, and he nodded.
“I don’t expect you to have flown any other way,” was his response.
“I fly commercial too though,” I let him know.
“I know, but with your taste, I expect you to have told me that you flew private. When I met you, you told me that you beg. How come you haven’t started begging for shit yet? Where the shit at that you want?” he asked me, and that question made me laugh.
“Tank, you don’t want me to start begging for shit.
I get steep into them pockets. I don’t just ask for one Chanel.
I beg for a few of them. The kind of money that I ask for, Zelle won’t approve the limit, so you’ll have to wire it to me.
The day I start begging you for shit, you’ll probably stop liking me,” I let him know, and like I was talking out of the side of my neck, he looked at me like I was crazy.
“I told you that I’ll trick. Being a trick, you gotta know that it doesn’t come with a limit. Treat me good, make a nigga feel appreciated, and you’ll get whatever the fuck you want from me,” he responded.
“I hear you,” was all that I said in response to that.
“I’ll take you shopping when I pick you up tomorrow. You gotta spend the day with me though. I got a few business things that I need to take care of,” he said.
“I have business to take care of tomorrow when I land too,” I responded.
“What business you have to take care of? Share it with me,” that made me smile.
“I told you that my little business venture is a secret right now,” was my response.
“Let me find out that you out here moving weight,” he joked, getting me to laugh.
“No. I think the reason why I’m being so secretive about it is because I’m just a little afraid of the outcome.
I was in Milan for a while, and all my family and friends were under the impression that I was out there just for vacation, when I was really out there, doing things for my brand.
This is all new for me. The idea of working hasn’t been something that’s taken up space in my mind for plenty of years.
I don’t know if I told you this, but when I graduated high school, I did go to college because at one point, I wanted to be a doctor.
That didn’t last long though. I started dealing with this older guy, and once I learned the benefits of having someone take care of me, I no longer had the desire to work.
After I was shot last year, something in me changed, and I just wanted to live differently, start up a business, and make my own money.
Because it’s new, I don’t know if the business will flop or not, and that’s why I don’t want to overly share it with anyone, just in case I don’t get the outcome that I’m searching for,” I was honest with him, and the whole time that I was sharing this things with him, he was looking at me in a way, as if he was hanging onto my every word.
“That’s real though. I feel where you’re coming from too.
I started hustling and moving weight when I was just a teenager.
In a way, I felt like that was all I knew.
Ima be real with you Dionne, if my pop- pop didn’t make me promise him to stop doing that shit before he took his last breath, I would have probably still been out here moving wrong, living that life.
The thing with me is that I have so much potential, so moving weight was just something that I chose to do.
With my hustle, my smartness, and my ability to learn, it’s a million other ways that I could have gotten rich.
When I decided to go legit, and branch off into opening smoke shops, I was scared too.
I didn’t know the kind of money that I was going to generate with that.
Moving weight had me eating lovely, so whatever legal route that I took, it had to match what I was making in the streets.
The money didn’t come overnight though. I had to really grind, promote my business, and have faith in it.
I look at you though, and I can tell that you’re the kind of woman that’s supposed to be running a business.
You don’t take a lot of shit. You’re tough, and all of those are good traits to have when you want to become your own boss.
Whatever the business is, is it something that I can support?
Or is it just for the ladies?” he asked me. There I was, smiling again.
“It’ll be unisex, so you can support too,” I responded.
“Aight. I won’t ask you any more questions because I want to be surprised like everyone else whenever you’re ready to share. What you about to get into tonight? You staying inside with your girl?” he asked.
“We were supposed to go out, but she just got back, so going out doesn’t look too promising. How long are you going to be at my sisters?” I wanted to know.
“Not long. I came outside to grab something out the car, and when I was passing the kitchen, I heard you on the phone talking to Free, so that’s why I hit you,” he let me know.
“Okay. I can call you back before I go to sleep tonight,” I said.
“Yeah, do that. Let me hear your voice one more time before the night is over with. Send me the details with your flight because I was for real about picking you up tomorrow. I don’t say shit just to hear myself talk,” he assured me.
The things that he would say to me, it would make my body so weak.
I would feel so giddy inside. I went from running from this man, not wanting to have shit to do with him, literally rolling my eyes at him each time that he would come around me.
Now, I don’t want to hang up the phone. If it was up to me, I would have stayed on the phone with him for the rest of the night, but I had to be a good friend and spend the rest of the night with my girl.
I assured Tank that I would let him know the details of my flight, along with calling him again tonight before I went to sleep.
We hung up, and I smiled, walking over to the toilet, so that I could pee. I finished, wiped myself, and washed my hands at the sink. Since I was in here, I decided to just start the water, so that I could take a shower.
The whole time that I was showering, there were thoughts of Tank on my mind.
I just had this feeling that things were going to be different for us when I made it back home.
Different as in we were going to cross that line.
There was way too much sexual tension between us that was getting built up.
This was our second time on a facetime call since I’ve been in New York, and both times, he would look at me as if he wanted to devour me.
That night that we had with each other last weekend outside of his mother’s restaurant, that was a lot.
I don’t think he understood how much I almost gave in and just decided to let him hit it.
I don’t think my pussy has ever been that wet before in my entire life.
It was only so many times that I could be around him, and not let him go ahead, and explore me.
Something told me that when I allowed him to explore, he was going to do something to fuck up my head, and I think that’s the part that had me running away from him.