“Is there a problem?” Savior asks as he approaches me from behind.
“Um…” It occurs to me I haven’t properly introduced my best friend and my pseudo-boyfriend to each other. “…Tasha, this is Savior. Savior, this is my best friend, Tasha.”
“We’ve met before.” He winks at her. I remember Savior sent Junie and Tasha out for breakfast while he ate me out. I guess he knew I might be a screamer. “Did you and Junie have fun the other day?”
“Oh yeah!” Tasha leans on the doorway. “We went to the mall and I picked up some clothes and Junie picked up something for his hair because oh my gosh, that boy and his hair can never get it right. And then he spent some money on a drum machine and I was like, ‘Why do you need that?’ And he was like, ‘Well, yeah because I make beats, you know?’ And I was like, ‘Why can you just download some apps for that?’ And he was like, ‘Well, the apps aren’t the same!’ And I’m like, ‘But it’s cheaper and I can use that money to redo my hair!’ And he was like, ‘Why do you always gotta start shit?’ And then I was like, ‘Nigga, why do you always gotta start shit?’ And then he was like…”
“He gets the point, Tash.” I interrupt her. This is why I can’t have nice things.
Savior smiles. “Is there a situation?”
“No, there’s no situation,” I’m trying to think of a good lie to stall Savior but it’s escaping me. I guess telling him to climb out the window is a no-go. “Somebody came by to see me, that’s all.”
“Oh?” Savior asks. His lips are in a straight line and just as flat. “Who?”
“Um…” I’m really wishing I pushed Savior out of the window now. I feel time is running out for a good lie. “…no one you need to concern yourself with.”
“Keisha? Yo, are you here, baby? I got something for you!”
Savior’s eyebrows rise up in amusement. His eyes are dancing with delight and why do I feel like it’s one of those quirky scenes on Gilmore Girls or some CW bullshit show? “Oh?” He quickly leaves the bedroom and ah, hell.
Me and Tasha (of course she’ll be following us because her ass doesn’t want to miss a bit of tea) quickly follow Savior as he meets Jalen for the first and I hope, only time. Jalen has a bag of donuts and a black plastic bag of something I’m sure I do not want Savior to know about.
“You must be one of Keisha’s close friends,” Savior holds out his hand, “I’m Savior Ellison, Keisha’s boyfriend.”
Tasha looks over at me and I just swallow my response.
Jalen looks over at me as he slowly shakes Savior’s hand. He’s eyeballing him like if he’s on Punk’d and he’s waiting to see when we’ll actually yell, ‘April Fool’s!’ even though it’s December.
Jalen looks like the typical fuckboy I have grown to loathe. Muscular with silky dreads, and a penchant for wearing white tees and jeans, he’s the type of nigga that’ll make a grown-ass woman end up on an episode of Snapped because he dicked her down just right.
It’s a reason why I’m a bird in his harem. Or I should say was a bird until Savior showed me how my pussy works. Every girl has that one guy she regrets sucking his dick. Jalen is that guy.
“Hi, I’m…” Jalen is stuck. He knows he can’t introduce himself as my boyfriend because he’s never claimed my ass. With rich, white boy in front of him, he’s not entirely sure how to play this card. He does know that Savior isn’t a typical white boy based on how he’s dressed.
Savior looks like he stepped straight out of Neiman Marcus and a closet full of Armani, Hugo Boss, and Calvin Klein. In fact, the sweater he’s wearing right now is Burberry and his shoes are Gucci. The cologne he just put on is Creed and it’s my new favorite.
He also looks like the type of guy who doesn’t step foot inside the ‘hood unless he’s there to serve eviction notices. He looks, smells, and exemplifies white privilege and he wears it proudly.
It’s clear Savior’s presence bothers Jalen. He’s stone-faced, but his stance shows signs he’s uncomfortable. He shakes Savior’s hand, tightening his grip. “I’m Jalen, Keisha’s best friend.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” Savior seemingly tightens his grip as well but unlike what Jalen did to him, it’s obvious Jalen’s uncomfortable by the grip and also the power Savior has. This is gonna be fun to watch. “I have a law firm to run so maybe we can meet another time?” The shaaaaaade. “Keisha, baby, let me know what day is good for you so we can all go out.”
I swallow again. “Um, sure.”
Savior walks back to me and claims my mouth in a bruising kiss. “Be good.” He slaps my ass and heads out the door. He walks up to a parked Bentley with a driver awaiting him. They soon take off.
I’m barely recovering from the incredible sex of the night before and now I’m officially swooning over Savior’s declaration of me in front of my friends. Am I dreaming? Is this really happening? I think I need to pinch myself.
“Who. In. The. Fuck. Was. That?”
Ah, yes. Leave it to Jalen to kill any buzz I had going on this bright and sunny Tuesday morning. My thighs are still sore and my voice is parched from the way Savior put it down on me last night. That white boy could fuck as if his life depended on it.
Of course, Jalen doesn’t need to know that. “My boyfriend. I thought he told you.”
“Boyfriend?” Jalen follows me inside the kitchen. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”
“Does it matter?” I start the Keurig and look through my selection. Hmm…do they have a coffee specifically for recovering from spread-eagle thighs and screaming until the sun came up?
“Keisha,” Jalen is right behind me and if this nigga doesn’t give me room…”Keisha! I thought we were cool, you know?”
“We are cool,” I finally choose a Keurig. “I have a boyfriend now. Nothing’s changed between us other than I won’t sleep with you anymore.”
“Keisha,” he whines and if this nigga doesn’t stop crowding me, “you know you’re my favorite, right?”
“Favorite?” Tasha opens up the bag full of donuts Jalen brought over, “a real man would’ve said something like, ‘you know you’re my only, right?’”
“Bitch, did I ask for your motherfucking opinion?” Jalen yells.
“Nigga, you didn’t have to ask for my motherfucking opinion because I gave it to you any goddamn way!” Tasha mouths right back.
“And see this is why no one wants your fat, broke-ass because you always gotta stick your nose into some business that ain’t got shit to do with you!” Jalen points at her.
“When it comes to my best friend, nigga, I’ll do whatever the fuck I wanna do and what the fuck you gon’ do about it?” She gets right in his face. “I dare you to do some shit to me and let’s see how fast Prince and his boys fuck you up!”
Even though I’m annoyed as shit with Tasha being all up in my business, she did say the magic phrase. Everyone knows if something happens to me or someone close to me, that’s a guaranteed death from my Daddy.
For the record, my Daddy has never killed anyone – directly. Now if the question was indirectly…
“Tasha,” I calmly speak, “go back into your room. This is between me and Jalen.”
“You heard her,” Jalen’s nostrils flare, “step.”
“Nigga, this is my house.” Tasha flips him off and she retreats to her bedroom.
Jalen waits for the door to shut before he speaks. “I don’t know why you even fuck with her ass! She’s always in somebody’s business talking that ol’ bullshit she loves to sprout. Man, fuck her!” He then turns his attention towards me. “And what’s this boyfriend you got?”
Jalen has numerous girlfriends and we all know about each other. Three of his girlfriends are currently battling each other on Instagram for the title of ‘World’s Dumbest Bird’ and taking shots at each other. Supposedly, one of them is pregnant and yeah, that’s the real reason why I’m on birth control. I’ll be damned if Jalen will make me a permanent member of his harem.
“Jalen, there’s a reason why you’re here,” I get straight to the point, no chaser. “So tell me why it is.”
“I just wanted to surprise you with breakfast and thinking maybe we could kick it for a bit before you go to school.” Jalen damn well knows he’s never shown up this early at my house since the BMW made a grand appearance. Now he’s a regular visitor. Kids, can you say shook? “I just wanted to spend some time with my number one right now.”
Oh yay. I’m number one. Most girls would love that title. Except in my case, I’m number one with numbers two, three, four, and five in the background. “What’s in the bag?”
“Bag?” He asks and I motion to the ominous black bag that’s collecting dust in the corner. “Oh yeah, that. I need you to hold something for me for a few days.”
“I can’t do that,” I pour some creamer and sugar in my cup. “Whatever’s in that bag, it goes with you when you leave.”
“Keisha, it’s only for a few days, baby.” Jalen approaches me, “after that, you won’t have to worry about it at all.”
“I won’t have to worry about it because it won’t be here, nigga.” I take a sip of my coffee. “Take it with you when you leave.”
“You unfollowed me, Keisha.” Jalen complains. “I checked my IG and Twitter and you weren’t listed, anymore. I thought we were cool.”
And yes, ladies and gents, this is how dating is nowadays. Forget the fact Jalen has numerous other girlfriends or the fact he has absolutely no ambition whatsoever. He is more concerned that I unfollowed his simple ass on insert social media app here.
“I unfollowed you on there, yes.” I reply, and honestly, I’m trying not to laugh at his stupid ass. “And I’m unfollowing you in real life.”
“Why are you being wack and shit?” Amazing how a guy doesn’t mind a girl when she’s sucking his dick but when that’s no longer an option, she’s suddenly wack. “Keisha, why you acting like this?”
“You have several other birds who can hold it, go to them.” I quietly reply. “Goodbye, Jalen.”
Jalen chews his mouth before he grabs the donuts and bag. He turns to me one last time and I don’t even bother to look up at him. “White boys like him try on black pussy to get their kinks out. He won’t marry you, you won’t meet his parents or friends, and he damn sure ain’t gon’ have no mixed babies with curly hair with you. He wants white, he’ll marry white, and you’re just passing the time for him until he does. Enjoy your BMW.” He leaves.
I quickly finish my coffee and map out my plans for the day. I wish I could say I ignored Jalen’s hurtful words and thought he was just being a salty-ass Negro, but I can’t. His words affected me more than I would like to admit.
It’s a reason why it’s an arrangement. It’s a reason why Savior mentioned every place he wanted to fuck me but his home was never on the list. It’s a reason why he’s willing to come here to ghetto and get his kinks off, and keep everything quiet at work like shit never happened.
I beat my face and head out to class, driving that sweet BMW with the new car smell. I think about what Jalen said and I try to shrug it off but I can’t. Deep down, I have a feeling he’s right and I’m just humoring Savior until he finds a nice Becky to bring home to his parents.
I just hope I don’t get caught up.