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“Aight. You good?” Tank asked me, and I nodded my head yes, letting him know that I was fine.
“Text me or something when you make it in the house. I don’t want to overstep anything, but I would like to give you a hug if you don’t mind,” the way he asked that was so sexy.
It was the way he just checked the driver for me, and he confidently asked me for a hug, not caring if there was a chance that I might turn him down. After the night that the two of us just had, I really didn’t mind hugging him. He’d earned it.
With my purse on my shoulder, I stepped closer to him, and I lifted my arms, wrapping them around his neck. His arms wrapped around my waist, and they stayed right on the small of my back, where he gave me a nice squeeze. There was a significant height difference between the two of us, which was soattractive. I was already tall, plus I was wearing heels, but Tank was still towering over me.
With my body pressed up against his, feeling nothing but hard steel, it made all the sense in the world on why they called him Tank. I swear I didn’t want to let him go. I wanted to stay wrapped up in his arms for a few more minutes, but I eventually pulled away from him.
There was a smile on his face. That smile was there because everything that he wanted out of me tonight, he’d gotten it. He got the chance to sit next to me at the open mic event. I lost the bet, so we went out to the lounge, where we spent 4+ hours with each other. He got my phone number, and a hug out of me. He had every reason to be smiling.
“Text me when you get home,” he said, moving out of the way, so that I could step inside the truck.
I assured him that I would, and once I was inside the truck, he threatened the Uber driver again, telling him to keep me in good hands, and that’s when he closed the door.
I waved goodbye to him, and then the driver pulled off. I don’t know what the hell I had going on, but as he was driving away, I found myself in the backseat, just cheesing like a fuckin Cheshire cat.
I wasn’t going to get myself worked up about this and make myself believe that this was going to be a thing because I knew that it wasn’t. I could just smell that this was a situation where I would get my heart broken from fuckin around with a man like Tank. I’ve never dated a man like him before. My type has always been something completely different. Not to compare, and not to judge him, but I think about June, and all the shit that he put my sister through towards the beginning of their relationship. June was a perfect man to Free now, but back then, his ass was a hot ass mess. I didn’t have the strength to deal with no mess likethat, so if anything were to come out of this between Tank and I, I’m sure that all it would be was friendship.
Chapter 6
Tavion ‘Tank’ Briggs
Spinning Backwards
It was six in the evening, and I was at my Pure 24K location out in Miami. This was my newest location. This was located in the plaza where Dionne’s Pilates class was right next door. I ran into her once months ago coming out of that class, and I never ran into her ass again. I said before that I felt like she changed her location, once she saw that I owned the smoke shop right next door.
I was here this evening, just seeing the way things were running. I was in the back stock room, with my head manager in charge, and we were going over things that were out of stock, and whatever we were low on, I was jotting it down, so that we could order more. I didn’t have plans of being here much longer. Renee had already hit me, asking me if I could pull up on her, and truth be told, the way I had been moving around, running my businesses, getting things right at my house, mainly my farm, since I finally brought my horse home, I haven’t had the time to get any pussy. I was severely backed up, and I could bust a nut or two.
Renee had been texting me here and there, trying to apologize for the shit that happened between us a few weeks ago. I wasn’t hitting her back, but with the way I needed to bust anut, I finally responded to her text today, letting her know that I would pull up later.
“Boss man. Somebody out here to see you. He said his name is Favor” one of the associates came in the back to say to me.
Hearing that name, it had me pausing a little bit because I haven’t heard from that nigga Favor in years. His real name was Favorite, but Favor is what everyone called him. I used to run the streets with Favor back in the days. By the time we were twenty, that nigga caught an armed robbery charge. Still to this day, I had no idea why that nigga thought that it would be a bright fuckin idea to hit up a high- end jewelry store right in the middle of the damn mall, as if he would get away with it. I remember when he brought that shit to the table to me, telling me that he believed that it would be an easy lick, but I made it clear to him that I didn’t want shit to do with it. I told him all the cons about hitting up that jewelry store, and how I felt like he shouldn’t do it, but that nigga did what he wanted to do, and a week later, me, and every other nigga in Miami saw him, and the two other niggas that he did that shit with being advertised on the news for their foolishness.
While he was locked up, he would hit me up here and there. I did put money on his books from time to time, but over the years, I just stopped dealing with the nigga, and that’s why I was shocked that he was here, pulling up on me.
“I’ll be right back,” I said to Chris, who was the manger that I had been in the back room with. He nodded, letting me know that that was cool, and then I walked out of the back room.
I went out front, and there were a few customers inside. I looked around, thinking that Favor was going to be inside the shop, but I didn’t see him. That’s when I went over to the glass doors, and I saw a figure that was standing outside the door. The figure was scrawny, and back then, Favor used to have a medium shape built. Favor was tall though, and the figure standingoutside the door was tall, and even though I could visibly see the weight difference, I could feel it in my soul that that was him.
I went over to the door, pulled it open, and the second I stepped out, the figure lifted their head, turned to look up at me, and he smiled. Seeing that nigga smile, it made me smile. I hadn’t seen him in years. Favor really used to be like a brother to me. I couldn’t help the feeling that overcame me, as I walked over to him, and we engaged in a brotherly hug. It was one of those hugs where you rock side to side with each other. It had to have gone on for over three minutes, and then I was the one to pull away from him.
“Look at you, nigga! Man, you busy tonight? Come with me to the gym! Let me get your skinny ass in the gym, man! Where the fuck your muscle at, nigga?” I asked jokingly, putting my hand on his hoodie, shaking it, showing just how slim he was now.
He laughed at the things that I was saying, but it wasn’t a genuine laugh. I read the room quick, feeling like all the weight that he had lost might have been an insecure thing for him, so I wasn’t going to make that joke anymore.
Standing in front of him, I couldn’t help but notice that his weight wasn’t the only thing that was different about him. Everything about him was different. Whatever life used to live inside of him, it looked as if it had been sucked away. He looked like he was going through something. There was a hood over his head, so I didn’t know what his hair looked like. Now that I paid deeper attention to him, his clothes were dingy, and way too big for him, and the forces that he wore looked as if they hadn’t been brand new in a couple of decades.
“Alright now nigga with the jokes,” he said it in a joking kind of way, but I knew that he was probably hurt by the comment that I made.
“How long you been home?” I asked him, my voice now holding some seriousness to it.
“About three months. I been trying to get my shit together. I didn’t want to pull up on anyone from back in the day until I felt like I had some shit to show for, you feel me?” he asked, and I nodded my head, understanding.
The nigga looked bad, so I couldn’t help but wonder if he had anything to show for. I wanted to know what the reason was behind his visit this evening.
“You good though, man? How you eating? How you getting money?” I questioned, really wanting to know.
