Page 27 of Simply Complicated
Eleven
“Is there a problem?” Savior asks as he approaches me from behind.
“Um…” It occurs to me I haven’t properly introduced my best friend and my pseudo-boyfriend to each other. “…Tasha, this is Savior. Savior, this is my best friend, Tasha.”
“We’ve met before.” He winks at her. I remember Savior sent Junie and Tasha out for breakfast while he ate me out. I guess he knew I might be a screamer. “Did you and Junie have fun the other day?”
“Oh yeah!” Tasha leans on the doorway. “We went to the mall and I picked up some clothes and Junie picked up something for his hair because oh my gosh, that boy and his hair can never get it right. And then he spent some money on a drum machine and I was like, ‘Why do you need that?’ And he was like, ‘Well, yeah because I make beats, you know?’ And I was like, ‘Why can you just download some apps for that?’ And he was like, ‘Well, the apps aren’t the same!’ And I’m like, ‘But it’s cheaper and I can use that money to redo my hair!’ And he was like, ‘Why do you always gotta start shit?’ And then I was like, ‘Nigga, why do you always gotta start shit?’ And then he was like…”
“He gets the point, Tash.” I interrupt her. This is why I can’t have nice things.
Savior smiles. “Is there a situation?”
“No, there’s no situation,” I’m trying to think of a good lie to stall Savior but it’s escaping me. I guess telling him to climb out the window is a no-go. “Somebody came by to see me, that’s all.”
“Oh?” Savior asks. His lips are in a straight line and just as flat. “Who?”
“Um…” I’m really wishing I pushed Savior out of the window now. I feel time is running out for a good lie. “…no one you need to concern yourself with.”
“Keisha? Yo, are you here, baby? I got something for you!”
Savior’s eyebrows rise up in amusement. His eyes are dancing with delight and why do I feel like it’s one of those quirky scenes on Gilmore Girls or some CW bullshit show? “Oh?” He quickly leaves the bedroom and ah, hell.
Me and Tasha (of course she’ll be following us because her ass doesn’t want to miss a bit of tea) quickly follow Savior as he meets Jalen for the first and I hope, only time. Jalen has a bag of donuts and a black plastic bag of something I’m sure I do not want Savior to know about.
“You must be one of Keisha’s close friends,” Savior holds out his hand, “I’m Savior Ellison, Keisha’s boyfriend.”
Tasha looks over at me and I just swallow my response.
Jalen looks over at me as he slowly shakes Savior’s hand. He’s eyeballing him like if he’s on Punk’d and he’s waiting to see when we’ll actually yell, ‘April Fool’s!’ even though it’s December.
Jalen looks like the typical fuckboy I have grown to loathe. Muscular with silky dreads, and a penchant for wearing white tees and jeans, he’s the type of nigga that’ll make a grown-ass woman end up on an episode of Snapped because he dicked her down just right.
It’s a reason why I’m a bird in his harem. Or I should say was a bird until Savior showed me how my pussy works. Every girl has that one guy she regrets sucking his dick. Jalen is that guy.
“Hi, I’m…” Jalen is stuck. He knows he can’t introduce himself as my boyfriend because he’s never claimed my ass. With rich, white boy in front of him, he’s not entirely sure how to play this card. He does know that Savior isn’t a typical white boy based on how he’s dressed.
Savior looks like he stepped straight out of Neiman Marcus and a closet full of Armani, Hugo Boss, and Calvin Klein. In fact, the sweater he’s wearing right now is Burberry and his shoes are Gucci. The cologne he just put on is Creed and it’s my new favorite.
He also looks like the type of guy who doesn’t step foot inside the ‘hood unless he’s there to serve eviction notices. He looks, smells, and exemplifies white privilege and he wears it proudly.
It’s clear Savior’s presence bothers Jalen. He’s stone-faced, but his stance shows signs he’s uncomfortable. He shakes Savior’s hand, tightening his grip. “I’m Jalen, Keisha’s best friend.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” Savior seemingly tightens his grip as well but unlike what Jalen did to him, it’s obvious Jalen’s uncomfortable by the grip and also the power Savior has. This is gonna be fun to watch. “I have a law firm to run so maybe we can meet another time?”The shaaaaaade.“Keisha, baby, let me know what day is good for you so we can all go out.”
I swallow again. “Um, sure.”
Savior walks back to me and claims my mouth in a bruising kiss. “Be good.” He slaps my ass and heads out the door. He walks up to a parked Bentley with a driver awaiting him. They soon take off.
I’m barely recovering from the incredible sex of the night before and now I’m officially swooning over Savior’s declaration of me in front of my friends. Am I dreaming? Is this really happening? I think I need to pinch myself.
“Who. In. The. Fuck. Was. That?”
Ah, yes. Leave it to Jalen to kill any buzz I had going on this bright and sunny Tuesday morning. My thighs are still sore and my voice is parched from the way Savior put it down on me last night. That white boy could fuck as if his life depended on it.
Of course, Jalen doesn’t need to know that. “My boyfriend. I thought he told you.”
“Boyfriend?” Jalen follows me inside the kitchen. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”
