Page 64 of Heart of a Savage
I pulled up to the location Messiah sent me. It was in the Fashion District on Livernois. I found a parking spot and walked into the shoe store, seeing him sitting on the bench next to some Caucasian bitch, who was sitting a little too close. Her faulty-ass boob job was spilling from the top of her dress, and her funky ass was smiling way too hard as she showed him whatever photo they were looking at in the magazine.
I cleared my throat extra loud. “Ahem!”
They both looked up as she stood abruptly and walked over to me, the same ugly smile on her face. “Hi, I’m Donna. Welcome toUniquely Yours. How can I help you today?”
“You can’t,” I told her.
“She’s with me,” Messiah said, standing and walking over to me.
“Oh! Perfect. Let me go get your order for you.” Dusty Donna scurried off as I side-eyed his ass.
He leaned in for a kiss, but I turned my head. He snatched me by the chin, turning my face back toward him. “Stop playing with me.” He kissed my lips.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I didn’t get jealous, especially not at a bitch who had no ass.
“What’s up with you, Juicy?”
“Nothing.”
“It’s something. You want to talk about it?”
“No.”
“Then fix your face and attitude, or I’m going to do it for you.”
“Whatever. Go talk to Dusty Donna; I’m sure she’dlovethat.”
A smile drew up on his face as he bit his bottom lip. “You know I love when you act like that. It shows me that you care and do have a heart, tin lady.”
“Oh, really? I’ma show you how much I care when I put these hollow tips in you and blondie’s brain for trying to play in my face.”
He chuckled. “You want to shoot that little gun so bad.”
“Sure do. And y’all two are going to be my target practice.”
He laughed as DD returned, holding a box in her hands. “Here we are. Are you two ready to bewowed?” she asked in a chipper tone.
“Totally!” I exclaimed in my fake valley girl voice, as she and Messiah laughed.
Ain’t shit funny, ho.
She set the box on the countertop and lifted the lid. She pulled out a suede, ivory high-heeled shoe with rhinestones surrounding the line of the shoe with a red bottom. When I looked closer, I saw a photo in a small diamond frame on the back of the shoe with a picture of Uncle Joe and Aunt Priscilla.
That touched me, and I felt my eyes mist.
“You thought of this?” I asked Messiah, lifting the shoe, and admiring the photo.
“I did. It’ll be her ‘something old.’ Harv got me the photo and her shoe size, and Ms. Donna got the job done.”
“Wow… it’s… She’s going to be super emotional seeing this. This is really thoughtful and beautiful.”
“Thanks. Sis deserves to be walked down the aisle, even if her pops can’t physically do so.”
I looked up at him and smiled, then immediately dropped it, placing the shoe back in the box. I was smiling too much with him.
Is that a bad thing, though?
