Page 14 of Regancy & Savior
He stood up straight, stepping into my space, temporarily rendering me speechless. Then he looked down into my eyes with a serious expression. “Get in the car.”
I threw my head back and looked from him to the waiting back seat. “No.”
“I didn’t ask you. I told you. Now get yo’ tough ass in the car, Regancy.”
He received no response from me, so what happened next caught me by total surprise. He leaned down and picked me up. Then he tossed me into his back seat as if I were a fucking feather.
Once we were in and he was seated next to me, he fixed his tie and tapped on the seat. In seconds, the car was moving, and he was focused on me. “Difficult ass.” He shifted his attention out of the window.
I cut my eyes in his direction after I sat up. I couldn’t say it didn’t feel good to have his hands on me, but I was curious and pissed. “Where is my car, Savior?”
“Parked. Be lucky I didn’t have that motherfucker impounded.” He cut his eyes in my direction.
“How can you have my car towed off my property? This shit is unbelievable.” I looked out of the window at the expressway while whoever was in the front drove.
“I told you I own this city. I don’t know why you refuse to hear me. I’m starting to believe yo’ ass needs a hearing test.”
“Where are you taking me? To a shallow grave? At least let me call and tell my daughter I love her.” I glanced over at him.
“Ain’t nobody finna kill yo’ ass. Speaking of, is lil’ mama’s pops in her life?”
“Why?” I questioned.
“Because I asked.” He turned and faced me.
I swallowed hard and answered his question. “Kale doesn’t have a father.” I glanced out of the window.
He nodded. “Didn’t end well? Divorce or—” He definitely wanted to know too much, but I was an open book, so I hadno problem answering his questions. For some reason, I felt compelled to talk to the callous ass man.
“Nah. Kale is a product of rape.” The moment those words left my lips, I could feel his eyes on me. That was the usual response I got from people when they were nosy and kept asking questions about how I had a baby at seventeen. “Shit happens, and I don’t believe in abortion.”
“I didn—” He started to speak.
“It’s cool. I made peace with it the day she was born.” That was true. Looking at her for the first time the day she was born eased the turmoil that I had in me.
For the rest of the ride, we sat in silence while the local station played all of the jams. I got so caught up in the ride that didn’t realize that we’d pulled up to a boat dock until I felt the car coming to a stop. Then I looked out, and all I saw was open water.
“Where are we?” I asked. That was probably a dumb question, but I had to ask, hoping he’d lend some clarity as to why we were here.
“Just get out of the car, stubborn ass woman.” At the same time, the doors opened, and he climbed out of his side.
I sat there for a moment, debating with myself before I decided to just see what was going on. I climbed out of the car and stood there until he came around, and I felt his hand at the small of my back leading me toward the dock. I really wanted to know what the hell was going on.
“All I’ve ever known in this world is my paper, but it’s something to yo’ lil’ tough ass. So gimme the chance to fuck this lil’ infatuation out of my system. With that being said, I’m tryna fuck on you from now until this boat docks in Bois Blanc sometime tomorrow. I’ll make sure you enjoy yo’self. I’on want shit serious. All I’m asking for is this weekend. Can you gimme that?”
I didn’t even know what to say. I mean, I was stuck because he was so honest that I couldn’t do anything but respect it. Shocking myself, I nodded and allowed that brutally honest nigga to lead me onto his big ass two-story boat. At that point, I was way past intrigued. The moment I stepped on, I was literally in awe. I mean, the thing was beautiful. He led me out onto the deck, where a single table and two chairs were set up for us.
“You hungry?” he questioned.
“No.” I walked out of his space and found myself at the balcony, overlooking the water and the sky. My phone started to ring, and I already knew it was my baby. She never went to sleep without talking to me, even though that was the third weekend in a row that she’d ditched me.
I answered the FaceTime request, smiling in the camera at my princess. “Good night, Kale.”
“Mommy, where are you?” she asked, attempting to be nosy.
“Out. What’s wrong?” I questioned.
“Nothing. I love you.” She smiled sheepishly into the camera. I could hear the sleepiness in her voice.
