Page 27 of Regancy & Savior
“What are you doing here, Savior?” Her voice did nothing to mask her irritation with me.
“I’m tired, and I don’t feel like going back and forth with you.” I was serious as I looked up at her, matching the annoyed expression in her face.
“I definitely didn’t expect you to go back and forth with me. If anything, I would like for you to go to your place of residence.”
“You’on mean that, but we do need to talk about you kicking it with old boy in here. What the fuck was you thinking?” I asked.
“Excuse me? Who are you supposed to be that you come in my house tossing around audacity?” I could tell she was pissed because her usually leveled voice was a few octaves higher, and she was moving her head like a fucking bobblehead.
“Lower yo’ fucking tone. Kale is sleep.”
“Go home, Savior. I don’t wanna go back and forth with you either.” She tried to walk past me to the other side of her bed, but I grabbed her hand and pulled her back to me.
“You call yo’self being serious with this nigga?” I questioned.
“Does it matter?”
“Probably not. I just wanted to know if you’d be that female on the news crying and offering a reward when his ass goes missing.” I gave her a menacing stare as I waited for her response. She was too busy attempting to process my words.
“Why would he come up missing, Savior?”
“Because he was too fucking close to you, and you allowed that shit.” I twisted my face up at the thought of that nigga touching her. She had me fucked up.
Out of nowhere, she laughed and snatched her hand back from me. “You’re a piece of fucking work, you know that?” She walked over and grabbed the bottle of body oil from her dresser before taking a seat on her bed. She didn’t say another word. Instead, she commenced to moisturizing her body. It wasn’t long before she was holding the oil up for me to grab. “Since you’re here, can you at least get my back?”
I grabbed the aged bottle and put some of the oil in my hands, then I set it on the floor. I pressed my hands against her back before rubbing in a circular motion. I recognized the sweet scent from the last time.
“Why do you care about who I deal with, especially when you enjoy the company of so many others?” She craned her neck forward, obviously enjoying the feel of my hands against her back.
I didn’t have a response for her, because I didn’t know. With Regancy, I found myself jealous of shit that was innocent. I shook my head at the thought. I was literally seconds fromhaving that nigga murked on her sofa just because he was in there.
“I mean, I haven’t tripped the many times you brought that chick in my business. It’s unfair, don’t you think?”
“Life isn’t fair.” I leaned forward and pressed my lips against her shoulder.
She chuckled before hopping up from my embrace. “You’re not gonna dictate who I see, especially when?—”
“Says who, Regancy?” I looked up at her, waiting for her to say some smart shit.
“Me. You have a plethora of women, open to whatever you’re into, so I’ll just say what you won’t. This was fun, but we’re just not looking for the same things. No hard feelings.” She came out of her closet with a long tee shirt on and looked at me.
“Nope.” I looked directly at her. She wanted consistency, and I couldn’t promise her that, because I didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that she had me bending. I didn’t wanna admit that she already had me acting out of character and didn’t even know it. That was where I got lost, where a nigga felt like he was being swallowed whole, because I couldn’t voice the very words that would put this fake ass argument to bed and secure her.
“What do you mean no?” she asked with a face filled with confusion.
“I told you that I didn’t wanna go back and forth with you. A nigga is tired, Regancy.”Coward ass.
She gave me the most-hateful stare before she smacked her lips. She didn’t speak another word. Instead, she turned the light off and climbed into bed. For the rest of the night, I beat myself up because I had fucked up and ended up in the very space that I said I never would, and the things holding me back from basking in that space were ego, denial, and ignorance. I wanted her, and I knew she wanted me, but the threatening change brought outthe inner coward that I never knew existed.Maybe I can just have every nigga she comes in contact with killed. That way, I’d get what I wanted with much less opposition.
“So if I knock her ass off, then I wouldn’t be dealing with all of this shit.” I glanced over at Taurus after I downed the glass of brown liquor like it was water. She had me drinking at the top of the morning. My head was all fucked up at that point.
“Nigga, it ain’t even eleven in the morning on a fucking Sunday, and this is what you choose to do? You wanna plot on old girl because you acting like a bitch.” He chuckled as he set the eggs down in front of me. I didn’t feel like being around people. Plus the breakfast joint that I frequented didn’t have what I needed in terms of drinks. So I ended up there at the wannabe comedian’s crib.
I shook my head because my security that I forced to stay with her had just informed me that she was sitting down to lunch with the same nigga who I almost killed three days ago. Regancy was playing with fire, and it was up to me to extinguish it or come with my own damn fire. She called herself in her feelings, so she had been avoiding me the last few days, and it pissed me off to the fullest.How fucking dare she not be available to me?“This shit ain’t right,” I muttered.
He laughed. “You don’t like for people to do what you do to them back to you. So now you’re gonna sit your ass right here and mug the fucking air.”
“She doesn’t value her fucking life.”
