Page 45 of Wasn't Supposed To Be Yours
“This me pulling up behind you, so don’t freak out. Ima hang the phone up because I gotta get something from the trunk of my car, so that I can lift your car a little bit and change the tire. Ima knock on your window when I need you to open the trunk,” he let me know. I assured him that it was fine, and then I hung up the phone.
I looked out of the rearview mirror, seeing Tank pulled up in his Aston Martin truck behind me. He turned his hazard lights on, and the rain was so bad that I could hardly make him out when he got out of the car. Although it was blurry, I did see when he went around his car, and moments later, he was knocking on my window, just like he said he would. I felt so bad that he was out in the pouring rain doing this for me, so I rolled my window down a little bit.
“Tank, I feel bad. Why don’t we just call someone to tow it?” I asked him, and he looked at me like I was crazy. He was dressed in a black, Nike sweat suit, and the hoodie was over his head, and the string was tied below at his neck.
“Feel bad for what? This what I’m supposed to do. Pop the trunk, and roll the window up, so that you don’t get wet,” he let me know.
I popped the trunk for him, using the button that was on the side of my door. He walked away, went in the back, and I could hear him moving stuff around.
“You have a spare. Ima put it on,” he let me know, and then he closed the trunk.
Seconds later, I could see him walking back over to the side of my car, and it wasn’t long before I felt the car lift a little bit. I was looking down at him as he was changing the tire, and I don’t know what it was, but something about a man doing manly shit that just had my juices flowing. The rain didn’t faze him. It was nasty out here, and not once did he complain about it.
It took him under ten minutes to do what he needed to do with the tire, and then I felt the car lower back into its original position. That’s when he knocked on the window again. His face was soaked from the rain, and so was his clothes.
“I still don’t want to drive it. What if it spins again?” I asked, and he laughed, those dimple showing, just doing something to me.
“Drive my car, and I’ll drive yours then. Just follow behind me. Come back to my crib with me,” he offered.
I thought about the last part, trying to see if that would be a good idea. I didn’t mind leaving off with him. I actually wanted to spend more time with him. We saw each other early in the week on Monday, when he picked me up from the airport, but it wasn’t long. I went warehouse looking with the realtor, and Tank had business to take care of as well, so I didn’t get to spend a lot of time with him.
“I don’t have clothes or anything to change into,” I told him.
“After you shower and stuff, just put on one of my wife beaters, and a pair of my briefs. I want to have you for the rest of the night. You gotta lay on my chest, and tell me how the car started spinning,” he tried to be funny, and as much as I didn’t want to laugh, I ended up doing it anyways.
“That’s not funny. I’m really just a girl, Tank. I don’t know this stuff,” I shared, and he walked closer to the car.
“I know your just a girl, baby. That’s why as the man, I’m the one that’s out here, standing in the rain, changing your tire. All you gotta do is stay on the inside and look pretty. That’s your only job. You going to drive my car to the crib and let me follow behind you in yours?” he asked, and I nodded, letting him know that that was fine.
I reached in the passenger seat, grabbing my purse, and I tossed my phone inside. Tank pulled on the handle, so that he could open the door, and I was prepared to get out, walk on my own two feet, but he lifted me, and he ran with me through the cold, aggressive rain, where I screamed the whole way, thinking that his ass was going to fall, and drop me.
I pulled on his handle, opening it, and he put me inside the driver’s seat. He kept the door open, standing at the opening, while he looked at me.
“You good? You know how to drive? Don’t fuck my shit up,” he playfully threatened, and I promised him that I knew how to drive.
He told me to just follow behind him, and then he closed the door. I adjusted the seat, sat my purse in the passenger, and I looked around his car, taking in the fact that it was just as clean in here as it was the last time that I was in here. I put the heat on because I was freezing my ass off. I was drenched. My hair was soaked, and everything.
Tank slowly pulled out of the shoulder lane, and I checked the mirrors, and pulled out after him. When I rode with him before, he drove pretty fast, but with my tailing behind him tonight, he drove at a medium pace, allowing me the chance to keep up with him. The rain was aggressive the entire time that it took to get to his house.
We eventually pulled up to a beautiful community, and it was gated. He went to the gatehouse, rolled the window down, and I could see him pointing with his finger, telling the guard to let me through. I saw the guard nod, and Tank drove my car through the gate, and I followed behind him, going through the gate next.
We eventually made it to a home that sat on the end of the block. Even with all the rain still going on, I had been paying attention, looking left and right at all the homes that we were passing, so if this house that Tank just stopped in front of belonged to him, then he easily had the biggest house on the block. I’ve seen plenty of beautiful homes throughout my lifetime. Men that I’ve dated in the past that wanted to overly spoil me, and take care of me, have taken me house looking, so I’ve seen jaw dropping homes, but what Tank just pulled in front of really was enough for my jaw to be put on the floor.
I expected this kind of home from him. It’s like you could look at it, and tell that it was worth a few million dollars, but at the same time, you wouldn’t look at it and deem it overly flashy.It was a two- story home, and it was white. These days, modern homes are in style, but with Tank’s manly personality, the horse he owned, and the backyard that he told me he wanted to turn into a farm, I wasn’t surprised that he didn’t go with modern. Instead, it was a rustic kind of home.
From here, I could see the big, double doors that sat at the center, which would grant you entry into the house. His driveway was massive. It could fit a bunch of cars, so I expected to pull up, and he was going to have a fleet of cars, but he didn’t. I guess the only car that he owned was the one that I was pushing. I could just tell that Tank had a lot of money, but he didn’t foolishly spend it.
There was a three-car garage, but I wasn’t sure if he had other cars parked inside. I was taking the house in, when my phone started ringing in my lap. It was Tank calling me.
“Hey,” I answered.
“Hit the button for the garage. It’s over the visor,” he said to me, and I looked around for it, and eventually, my eyes landed on the built in garage opener. I pressed the button, and the garage opened.
“Pull in first. You know how to back in?” he asked me.
“Yeah. I can do it,” I said.
“You sure? Don’t fuck my shit up,” he joked, and I laughed, telling him that I knew how to back in park a car.
