Chapter 13 #2
“I still don’t want to drive it. What if it spins again?” I asked, and he laughed, those dimple showing, just doing something to me.
“Drive my car, and I’ll drive yours then. Just follow behind me. Come back to my crib with me,” he offered.
I thought about the last part, trying to see if that would be a good idea.
I didn’t mind leaving off with him. I actually wanted to spend more time with him.
We saw each other early in the week on Monday, when he picked me up from the airport, but it wasn’t long.
I went warehouse looking with the realtor, and Tank had business to take care of as well, so I didn’t get to spend a lot of time with him.
“I don’t have clothes or anything to change into,” I told him.
“After you shower and stuff, just put on one of my wife beaters, and a pair of my briefs. I want to have you for the rest of the night. You gotta lay on my chest, and tell me how the car started spinning,” he tried to be funny, and as much as I didn’t want to laugh, I ended up doing it anyways.
“That’s not funny. I’m really just a girl, Tank. I don’t know this stuff,” I shared, and he walked closer to the car.
“I know your just a girl, baby. That’s why as the man, I’m the one that’s out here, standing in the rain, changing your tire.
All you gotta do is stay on the inside and look pretty.
That’s your only job. You going to drive my car to the crib and let me follow behind you in yours?
” he asked, and I nodded, letting him know that that was fine.
I reached in the passenger seat, grabbing my purse, and I tossed my phone inside.
Tank pulled on the handle, so that he could open the door, and I was prepared to get out, walk on my own two feet, but he lifted me, and he ran with me through the cold, aggressive rain, where I screamed the whole way, thinking that his ass was going to fall, and drop me.
I pulled on his handle, opening it, and he put me inside the driver’s seat. He kept the door open, standing at the opening, while he looked at me.
“You good? You know how to drive? Don’t fuck my shit up,” he playfully threatened, and I promised him that I knew how to drive.
He told me to just follow behind him, and then he closed the door.
I adjusted the seat, sat my purse in the passenger, and I looked around his car, taking in the fact that it was just as clean in here as it was the last time that I was in here.
I put the heat on because I was freezing my ass off.
I was drenched. My hair was soaked, and everything.
Tank slowly pulled out of the shoulder lane, and I checked the mirrors, and pulled out after him.
When I rode with him before, he drove pretty fast, but with my tailing behind him tonight, he drove at a medium pace, allowing me the chance to keep up with him.
The rain was aggressive the entire time that it took to get to his house.
We eventually pulled up to a beautiful community, and it was gated.
He went to the gatehouse, rolled the window down, and I could see him pointing with his finger, telling the guard to let me through.
I saw the guard nod, and Tank drove my car through the gate, and I followed behind him, going through the gate next.
We eventually made it to a home that sat on the end of the block.
Even with all the rain still going on, I had been paying attention, looking left and right at all the homes that we were passing, so if this house that Tank just stopped in front of belonged to him, then he easily had the biggest house on the block.
I’ve seen plenty of beautiful homes throughout my lifetime.
Men that I’ve dated in the past that wanted to overly spoil me, and take care of me, have taken me house looking, so I’ve seen jaw dropping homes, but what Tank just pulled in front of really was enough for my jaw to be put on the floor.
I expected this kind of home from him. It’s like you could look at it, and tell that it was worth a few million dollars, but at the same time, you wouldn’t look at it and deem it overly flashy.
It was a two- story home, and it was white.
These days, modern homes are in style, but with Tank’s manly personality, the horse he owned, and the backyard that he told me he wanted to turn into a farm, I wasn’t surprised that he didn’t go with modern. Instead, it was a rustic kind of home.
From here, I could see the big, double doors that sat at the center, which would grant you entry into the house.
His driveway was massive. It could fit a bunch of cars, so I expected to pull up, and he was going to have a fleet of cars, but he didn’t.
I guess the only car that he owned was the one that I was pushing.
I could just tell that Tank had a lot of money, but he didn’t foolishly spend it.
There was a three-car garage, but I wasn’t sure if he had other cars parked inside. I was taking the house in, when my phone started ringing in my lap. It was Tank calling me.
“Hey,” I answered.
“Hit the button for the garage. It’s over the visor,” he said to me, and I looked around for it, and eventually, my eyes landed on the built in garage opener. I pressed the button, and the garage opened.
“Pull in first. You know how to back in?” he asked me.
“Yeah. I can do it,” I said.
“You sure? Don’t fuck my shit up,” he joked, and I laughed, telling him that I knew how to back in park a car.
I went ahead, and got in front of him, pulled into the driveway, and I swiftly turned, backing the car into the garage.
I perfectly parked it. Tank came right after me, and the way he whipped my truck into the garage was so damn sexy.
It’s like he knew his way around my truck, and this was his first time riding it.
He hung up the phone, and I shut the car off. I grabbed my phone, along with my purse, and I closed the door behind me. I walked over to him, so that I could hand him his keys. He was bent over, with his phone, taking a picture of the tire that was on the passenger side.
“I called my homie on the way over here, telling him what happened with your tire. I’m just taking a picture to show him the kind that you have.
He’s going to see if he has it in stock, so that he can bring it to me tomorrow, and I’ll put a new one on for you.
You good?” he asked, standing up, and he took the keys from me, that I was handing to him.
You could tell that it was just in his nature to do this.
To solve problems. I already had made it up in my mind that I was going to go to a tire shop in the morning, so that I could change the tire out, but he had already taken care of that for me.
He did it without even having a conversation with me.
Tank was the kind of man that just took care of shit, and that was such an attractive trait for a man.
“Thank you. I appreciate you helping me out. How was it riding?” I asked him.
“You don’t have to thank me, love. It’s just certain shit that a man supposed to do when he’s dealing with a woman.
It was riding fine. You don’t gotta be scared to get on the road with your whip.
That shit happened because you probably had fucked the tire up when you ran over that pothole.
You good now. I’m glad your safe. I can’t have shit happening to you,” he called out, and I just smiled at his words.
His clothes were still wet, but he wasn’t as drenched as he had been. My clothes were wet as well, and I was freezing too.
“Come on. Let’s go in the house,” he offered, moving out of the way, so that I could get in front of him.
I led the way, as if I knew where I was going. I went over to the door, and I didn’t even touch the knob because he reached over me, turned it, and let us inside. His house was freezing cold, which immediately caused me to pick my hands up, cross them, and I turned to look back at him.
“What do you have the air on? Oh my God!” I dramatically stated, which caused him to laugh.
“I’m sure it’s on 70 degrees. You probably just cold because your clothes wet,” he let me know.
“Where’s Noir? She’s getting wet?” I wanted to know about his horse. He smiled at that. I could tell that Noir was his baby.
“Nah. My baby good. She’s in her stable.
Before I went to my mama’s house, I saw that we were going to get some rain, so I made sure to cover it before I left.
That girl got a whole roof in there, heat whenever it gets a little chilly out, lamps, everything that she needs.
I would leave her out there in the rain like that.
She deserves to be comfortable too,” he told me, and I nodded my head with a smile on my face, agreeing with him on that.
“Where Bagel?” he always made me happy each time that he asked me that.
“With the pet concierge service at my condo. I already texted them while I was on the way over here, letting them know that I would be back for her tomorrow,” I shared with him.
“Cool. You hungry? What you have a taste for? I’ll order it before we take our showers,” he wanted to know.
“Nothing particular. I’ll eat whatever you order. I feel like whenever I eat food with you, I’m breaking my diet,” I called out, and he laughed.
“That body look good, baby. You can break your diet. You want pizza? I’m in the mood for pizza,” he requested.
“We can do pizza. I like everything on my pizza. A lot of tomato sauce, and extra cheesy,” I shared.
“Aight. I got a spot that’s down the street.
Ima order from there and have it delivered.
They got good wings too, so Ima get some wings for us too.
It’s Friday, so I’m sure they busy. With the weather and shit, I know that’s going to slow them down too, so it probably won’t be here for a while.
If you don’t want to wait, I can get us something else,” he suggested, but I told him that I was fine, and I didn’t mind waiting for the pizza.