Page 32 of Anything Necessary for Her
“What is this for?” I shoved it down into my purse.
“For whatever. If you need more, I got more.”
We exchanged closemouthed smiles that said more than words ever could, before he led me to his Lambo and helped me inside. Just like his Tahoe, this appeared to be custom and smelled just like his cologne.
“So I get waffles and money without giving it up, and the girlies who have get nothing?” I half joked once he was in the car as well, buckling up.
“You knew long before today you could get whatever you want from me, Banks.”
He reversed out of my driveway and into the street.
Low explained we would be driving for a minute before handing over his phone to me so I could choose whatever songs I wanted to play from his music app.
While I did, he got constant notifications via text, some of them from Free or a man named Jere, and others from numbers that clearly belonged to women. The ones belonging to women weren’t stored, but I could tell from the nature of the preview that continued to pop up, what their gender was.
I nibbled on my lip, finding it challenging to focus on what I wanted to hear as my mind began to conjure up all kinds of thoughts pertaining to the seven and counting bitches that had texted Low since I’d gained possession of his phone.
“You take that long to start? I would’ve thought as a dancer you’d have some shit popping by now,” he commented on how long I was taking.
“I don’t dance to the type of music I listen to, Low.” I half smiled as much as I could, keeping my eyes on his phone.
I finally settled on allowing Kendrick Lamar’s latest album to play so I wouldn’t have to play deejay on his phone continuously.
I didn’t know how to feel about him freely handing over his phone to me, knowing it was hot. It made me wonder if he was purposely trying to turn me off. But if so, why was he, in a sense, taking me on a date? Never one to hold my tongue about shit, I decided to question the source.
“The 8976 number texted like three times, so you may wanna check it,” I said as Kendrick began to rap. When he simply dropped the phone into his lap, it infuriated me. “Did you want me to see that or something?”
“See what?”
“Eight nine seven six and them other bitches texting you, Willow!” I had to chuckle at myself for getting upset when me and this nigga had never even kissed.
“No.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “But I don’t give a fuck about what they saying, so neither should you. I wanted you to cut some shit on, and I got nothing to hide, so I ain’t see the issue.”
“Well, I didn’t like that. It ruined my mood and got me feeling some type of way.” I stared out of my window as he dipped down the 110 freeway.
“Why?”
“Because you’re taking me out and they’re texting you about seeing you, fucking you, and sending pictures and shit!”
“You heard what you said?” He glanced at me.
“Uh, yeah. I think before I talk and make moves, unlike niggas,” I retorted.
He snickered at my rudeness, leaning one arm on the door as he used the hand attached to it to steer coolly. “I’m takingyouout while they begging for my time and attention.”
Nibbling on my fresh acrylic in the color I’d gotten for him like a lovesick puppy, I bounced my leg as I thought about his statement. It was true, but I was still bothered.
“I still don’t wanna see that.”
“I got you. I don’t want you to be mad though, baby.” He reached over to take my hand in his, keeping his eyes glued to the road. “It wasn’t my intention to upset you. I’m so used to them hitting my phone and ignoring it, I ain’t think shit of it.”
I gripped his hand back, making him bring the back of mine to his mouth for a kiss as I watched, my anger melting by the second.
“You had sex with all of them?” I questioned.
For the first time ever, being a virgin made me feel insecure. I knew he didn’t know, and now I was hesitant to mention it. If he was this sexual and consistently, once he learned I was a virgin who only knew as much as my best friend and other girls had told me, our sexual tension fire would burn out quickly.
And because of how I was raised, I was a one and done type when it came to a nigga fucking up. The moment Low cheated, I would be finished with his ass forever.
