Page 18 of Simply Complicated
He built a steady reputation from the time he graduated from law school until now. Another Google alert revealed how ruthless Savior could be in his lawsuits and defending clients from scrupulous owners. He was once quoted as saying, ‘I don’t care about their feelings; I care about the law.’
Is it bad I felt a tingle as I thought about how relentless Savior might be in bed?
I sigh and shake my head. Not my boyfriend. Not my boyfriend. Not my boyfriend.
I check my phone and realize it’s time to head to my final. I go to the room and see fellow classmates looking over their notecards and studying a bit from the book. I look over my notes one last time and just hope for the best.
“All right, class,” the professor comes in and we all put away our notes and take out our blue books, “put away everything except for a pen, pencil, and your blue books. You have the full two hours to complete.” He passes around the sheet with the examine questions. “Good luck.”
I get the sheet and I just smile at the first question:How would the Federalist Papers apply in today’s political climate? Cite examples.
Thank the good Lord for Savior.
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I arrive early at the clinic appointment. It was time for my annual checkup and I need to re-up my birth control. I know Savior and I’s little arrangement is only for T-90 days and counting but the Pill has been a sista’s life saver. My periods are no damn joke.
Walking into the student clinic on campus, it feels very much like a doctor’s office. There are a few bored students scrolling through their phones. The typical elevator music fare is playing and I think it’s Kelly Clarkson. I actually like her. White girl got some vocals on her. She needs to release an R&B album.
I take my seat and fill out the questionnaire, answering all of the standard questions. I check off I’m getting my annual physical, but also a HIV test and any other STD testing they want to do. I figured I might as well get everything done so there are no questions for Savior.
I give my questionnaire to the nurse and wait back in my seat. I received a text from Tasha and the contents of it stun me a little.
Your neighbors sold the house. They’re moving at the end of the month.
It’s been going on a lot lately in Inglewood. My block alone had five families leave within the past six months. Los Angeles is becoming increasingly more expensive to live in. Not to mention, I’m sure my neighbors were tired of hearing gunshots every so often played another role in their leaving.
I receive another text from Tasha:She said they had an offer they couldn’t pass up and left ASAP. She asked if you were going to sell and I told her you weren’t. That’s true, isn’t it? You’re not going to sell?
Truth is, I’m not sure yet. There is no point of me having that house if I’m about to take up Savior’s offer of sending me to any four-year university. I’ll be too happy living it up at college to worry about maintenance and all that crap back in Inglewood.
Then again, if my auntie and Tasha doesn’t have another place to stay, I can’t stand the thought of them possibly being out on the streets or struggling because I wasn’t home.
Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.
“Keisha Jones?” The nurse in the cute Noah’s Ark scrubs calls for me. We greet each other with smiles and I follow her back to the smaller rooms. After the basic questionnaire and checks, she instructs me to undress and put on a sexy paper robe for the doctor, who’ll examine me with her in the room.
I quickly undress and look down at my cute emoji socks and wonder why in the hell is Savior even entertaining my childish ass. He’s a good seven years my senior and I’m sure there are other women he could be entertaining and parading around instead of me. My thoughts travel to the gala tomorrow and I wonder why did he ask me to accompany him if he was set I wasn’t his girlfriend and we weren’t dating?
I’m starting to think Savior is lonelier than he wants to admit.
There’s a knock on the door and I tell the person to come in. A white doctor is front of the nurse and he smiles a warm smile at me. He’s tall, with blue eyes and a seemingly five o’clock shadow. His brown hair is closely cropped and he has a whiff of high-society, despite being on a community college campus. He has a familiar face about him, but I can’t place it.
“Keisha Jones?” He greets me. “I’m Dr. Ocean Ellison. I’ll be performing your exam on you today.”
That name sounds even more familiar. It’s starting to come to me slowly. “Ellison?” I ask. “Are you related to that family?”
Ocean chuckles and I immediately knew the answer before he said a word. “Why yes, I am. My dad and brother are lawyers. My other brother is the co-owner of Fresh Nectar, a clothing line. I’m the only doctor in the bunch.”
Savior’s brother is about to get a face full of my snatch and have me ready for his brother to fuck my brains out. I couldn’t have written a better script.
