Page 19 of Her Savior
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“So, what’s the problem again?”
I went home and told Tasha about what happened. I still can’t believe it my damn self. The rest of the day at the internship, I was trying to focus on reading up court cases and filing important documents. Trying to focus is imperative here.
I couldn’t focus all damn day knowing I just got felt up in Savior’s office. We didn’t bump into each other, neither, which was a small blessing in disguise. After my internship was over, I was hoping he would pull up on me but that didn’t happen neither.
I guess he wanted to leave me alone and not be convinced in any other fashion about his offer. Sounds like a calculating executive.
“He wants to fuck you and pay for you to get the fuck out of Inglewood,” Tasha shrugs like it’s a regular occurrence every day in my damn life, “I don’t see the problem.”
“I’ll forever be in debt to this dude. What if he’s a bad lay the first time? How many times do I have to fuck him? There’s a lot that can go wrong here.” I explain.
“What’s his name again?” Tasha asks.
“Savior Ellison.” I repeat. Even just saying the dude’s name makes me feel tingly. I’ve never been attracted to white boys and this dude has me feeling some type of way.
“Savior?” Tasha repeats. “Like Our Lord and Savior?”
“Yep.” I nod.
SoundCloud shakes his head. Not sure why SoundCloud is here but I don’t have to wonder too far. I’m starting to think this nigga doesn’t have a home. “Y’all have no idea who Savior Ellison is?”
“Um, duh, that’s why we’re Googling.” Tasha checks him.
SoundCloud works on his computer and shakes his head again. “Savior Ellison is part of the world-famous Ellison family.”
“Can’t be that famous if I don’t know who he is,” I smartly reply.
“I ain’t done, B.” He says. “Daddy, Thomas Ellison is a billionaire, always suing somebody over something. Word has it he made a lot of money during the economic downturns in 1987 and 2009. Turned huge profits over people losing their homes and shit. Comes from a family of old money. He’s a partial-owner of the Kings along with the Fergusons.”
I’m surprised but I shouldn’t be. The Ferguson family runs L.A. and everyone knows it. Not only do they own the world-famous Ferguson Gallery, but they also own a plethora of buildings around L.A. One of them recently married an old friend of mine, Dominique Kimbrough. Talk about a million-dollar wedding.
For Savior and his family to be associated with them makes even more sense. “I see.”
“Daddy Ellison is a character, though. He’s one of those cats like you’re not sure if he’s racist but you’re not convinced if he isn’t.” SoundCloud glances over. “So, there’s that.”
And Savior chooses my black ass to be his new fuck toy. Now, it makes more sense. Fucking me is sayingfuck youto Daddy David Duke and ‘em. I swear my taste in men really fucking sucks.
“What do you mean?” Tasha asks. “Either one’s racist or he’s not. There’s no in between.”
“Supposedly Daddy Ellison was a huge supporter of the Civil Rights Movement back in the day. He would send a lot of black kids off to college and is rumored to have a few mistresses he takes care of who are heavily-melanated.” SoundCloud explains. “But then he’ll say some ass-backwards shit like, ‘If you don’t stand for the flag, you need to get the fuck up out of this country.’” He shrugs. “Again, not sure if he’s racist but not convinced he’s not.”
I know the type of dude Daddy and the rest of the Ellisons are. It explains why Savior targeted my black ass. They want a cookie for helping out us black folk as long as we abide by what they say at any given time. They are politicians of the highest order without actually being in office.
“I found him!” Tasha squeals as she shows me the Google search. “Is this him? For a white boy he’s cute!”
I glance down at Savior’s picture. Oh, that’s him, alright. My yoni already started to do a praise break. “For a white boy, I’m Samuel L. Jackson and he’s my Leonardo DiCaprio.” I reply.
“You could be Olivia Pope to that funny-looking dude fromGhost.” Tasha replies.
“I don’t know,” I shake my head, “I need to think about this. Tuition will be paid for but at what price?” I stand up and straighten out my clothes. “I just need some time.”
“Oh, I forgot to tell you! Jalen came over and dropped something off in your bedroom. He said he needed you to hold it for a while.” Tasha adds.
I don’t even blink at the information. It’s more than likely drugs and Jalen probably has some heat on him. He know ain’t nobody gon’ mess with me at the risk of getting fucked up by my Daddy, so that’s why I’m holding that package for him.
As I walk to my bedroom, hide the package full of bad shit in my closet, I sit down on my bed and wonder about Savior’s final words to me:I’m giving you the weekend so you can come up with a counteroffer. I made you a sweetened offer, now you can tailor it to your liking. Your call.
