Page 17 of Regancy & Savior
She sat up and crossed her arms across her chest. “Baby, I don’t cook. In actuality, I hate it. I hate stepping foot in any kitchen with the intent to cook.” She looked disgusted, which had a nigga cracking the fuck up.
After I was done laughing at her silly ass, I nodded my head. At least she was honest. “In that case, let me see what Dee has cooked up.”
“Who is Dee?” she questioned just as I picked up my phone.
“Personal chef. I don’t do that cooking shit either, baby girl. I can’t even boil noodles, love.”
“Oh, we’re definitely gonna starve.” She dramatically fell back against the sofa.
“Hell nah. As long as I got a few dollars, we’ll be good.” I winked in her direction. Once I messaged Dee, I dropped my phone on my chest and looked at her. “Why the fuck you all the way down there?”
She laughed. “Because I wanted to lay at the end, and you wouldn’t move over, so I came to the other end.”
“Why you gotta be difficult, Lane?”
She shrugged. “I’m not di?—”
“Come here.”
She looked from the side if her to me before nodding her head and getting up to come to me. I expected her to give me lip, but she did as I asked. She snuggled up next to me before looking up at me. “The only reason I came down here is to see what you’re feeding me.”
I busted up laughing because I didn’t expect that response. “You keep talking your shit, and I’ma really starve yo’ ass.” I rested my hand on her ass before firmly gripping it. Lane didn’t know what she did to a nigga. And there I was, tryna let her lead the way, but she had me in a mood to do some shit that I knew she wasn’t ready for.
She sexily laughed before draping her leg and her arm across my body.
“I’m tryna take it yo’ speed, baby, but you?—”
“I like you, Taurus,” she murmured. “I’m just so used to thinking practical and being straightforward that being with you makes my head fuzzy. When I’m with you, I don’t think straight—hell, probably not at all. Instead, I feel you. I just think abou?—”
I already knew what she was about to say. “Time don’t mean shit, Lane. We ain’t got history or none of that shit, but what are we doing right now? We’re creating that shit. History doesn’t mean shit if it ain’t with the right person. Give this shit a chance.”
She forced herself in closer to me. “I hear you.”
I was glad she heard me, but I wanted to know if she understood me. I saw something in Lane that day in that courtroom that I carried with me until I finally encountered her, and since I had her here like that, there was no way I was giving her or us up.
CHAPTER
FOUR
REGANCY
After a weekendof nonstop passion any and everywhere, we returned back to the city, and I hadn’t heard from him since. He was very clear on what he wanted, and I got that, but damn. It was like he dropped off the side of the earth. That, or he was avoiding me. That was until I was in the workout room earlier, and he walked past with the same female from last time. It was a good thing I wore shades to work out because my eyes definitely followed them until they were out of sight. Either way, I wasn’t the type to sweat any man, because I knew who I was, and it didn’t matter how bomb the dick was. At the end of the day, it was what it was, and I had shit to do. I wasn’t even able to deal with his undiagnosed bipolar disorder. I came back to Vee standing in my lobby, literally, with that puppy-dog expression and promises waiting to escape his tongue. And there he was with the same decree plaguing his handsome face.
“So are you gonna at least hear me out?” Vee asked.
I looked at the handsome man before me, and I couldn’t even form a sentence to tell him that he and I had nothing. That we had a physical attraction that disappeared the moment I allowedthe rudest being I’d ever encountered between my legs. Vee had nothing on Savior. Shit, he wasn’t even a close second.
“I’m here for a few days, and I want to go back to what we were building, or we can start over at your pace.” He had the cutest nervous expression on his face. It was definitely enough to make me question if I should. The thing about Vee was that he had the gift of gab, so whatever came out of his mouth sounded good, but I knew he talked a good game and that the only thing he had time for was his job. I couldn’t blame him for that, but he wanted somebody who as all about him and not career oriented. He wanted a homemaker, and I was still in my goal chasing stage.
“And if I do give us another chance, what do we?—”
“Whatever you want, Regancy. I’m willing to do whatever to keep you in my life. Since you left, things have been so fucked up.” He reached across the table and took my hand into his.
A small smile crossed my face. “I guess we can see where this goes.” It felt good to be needed or wanted by someone, even if it wasn’t the person I wanted to need me.How the fuck am I sprung over a weekend?
He charmingly smiled at me. “How’s Kale?” he asked. “Matter of fact, where is she?”
“She’s with my mother. She spends most of her time there unless she’s with me.”
