Page 39 of Regancy & Savior
She set the bottle down and stared at me. “Your brother? Or is that a code name for a female who looks like him?’
“No, bitch. My brother, his fucking frat brother. He was bent over the bed like a fucking foldable chair, begging him to go harder.”
Before I knew it, Regancy busted up laughing uncontrollably. She had the same reaction that I did. By the time she started to even speak, she had tears in her eyes. “So wait, he was…” She couldn’t finish her sentence. She just shook her head and drank from the wineglass.
The ringing of my phone took my attention. I saw that it was Taurus and answered.
“Where are you?” His deep voice flowed through the speakers of my phone. He was always asking where I was like he didn’t already know.
“Regancy’s house, and no, I’m not about to rush to your house. She’s cooking, and I’m enjoying myself.”
He laughed. “Oh yeah?”
“Yes. Now, where are you?” I asked.
“On my way up there since yo’ mouth is so fucking flip through this communication device.”
I didn’t even get the chance to respond, because that fool hung up on me.
“Somebody is in trouble.” Regancy taunted.
I chuckled. “I’m not in no damn trouble. I’m grown.” I pointed in her direction with the glass in my hand.
“I dare you say that when he gets up here.” She pursed her lips before setting a bowl at the island. “Kale, come eat, mama.”
Seconds later, Kale ran into in to the kitchen area. “Can I eat in my room? I’m watching?—”
“Yes. Please don’t waste anything on your rug. Eat at your desk and make sure you don’t give Bernard any of your food. I mean it, Kale. Not even the bones.” She pointed with the fork before she put it in the bowl.
Once Kale was out of earshot, I glanced over at Regancy as she now made my bowl. “How do you do it? I mean, you’re really good at this shit.”
She giggled. “I started early, and now I’m years in, and I know for a fact that she’s it and definitely not because the doctors said it would be close to impossible.” Just as she set my food on my counter, her front door opened. Seconds later, Savior walked in with Taurus in tow.
“That shit you was talking over the phone, what was it?” Taurus asked as soon as he stepped up behind me and took my fork from my hands. Before I could say anything, he slid my bowl from in front of me and commenced to eating my food. He was such an asshole.
“Damn, sis, you look like the type to use pink salt and shit.” Taurus was stuffing my food in his mouth.
I looked up, and Regancy was giggling, but her attention was on whatever the hell Savior was saying in her ear. I must admit,even though I hated the way he approached her, he definitely made her happy, and that was all that mattered.
“Actually, I do. It’s better for you than seasoning salt.” She looked at Taurus.
He laughed. “Ain’t shit wrong with some Lawry’s. Upity ass.”
“You can’t even taste the difference.” She crossed her arms and looked at him before her eyes went to Savior, who, at that point, was eating quietly. “Can you b?—”
“Hell yeah this nigga is gonna agree with you.” Taurus screwed his handsome face up and shook his head. We all laughed. “This man sleeps next to you at night, so hell nah he ain’t gonna disagree with you.”
We all ended up talking and joking for a while longer before I allowed Taurus to rush me out so we could go to his place. I swear that nigga loved to have me at his house, and I kind of liked being there too.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
TAURUS
I definitely didn’t planto leave Lane alone in my bed that morning, but I had some things to oversee and then breakfast with that grumpy ass nigga. “You only smile when you’re all up in Regancy’s face. What the fuck is up with that?” I questioned.
“What, nigga? You want me to smile at you more or something?” he asked with amusement on his face. He knew what the fuck I meant.
