“June, I just saw you. Dionne hasn’t seen him since yesterday morning. Don’t start that shit with me,” Free fussed at him.
“Yeah aight. I ain’t trying to hear none of that. Something tells me that this would have been your sisters same reaction to her nigga if she just saw him five minutes ago,” June kept on, fucking with Free.
I laughed, and then I placed kisses all over Tank’s face, keeping it PG since my mama was out here. I knew that it was so much more that he wanted to do to me, but he kept it appropriate, kissing me on my lips, and then he lowered me down to the ground.
“You lied to me. You said that you weren’t coming until tomorrow morning,” I voiced, not being able to contain the smile that was on my face.
Tank was just as happy to see me because he stood there with a smile on his handsome face as well, as he looked down at me.
I was in love with what he was wearing. Tank had a good sense of style, and that was one of the things that I had been able to really appreciate about him since the very beginning, even though I didn’t use to speak on it.
His outfit was perfect for the occasion, and weather. He was wearing a caramel-colored work jacket, but it was thick, so Iknew that it was helping to keep him warm. Up under the jacket, you could see the crème-colored cotton material turtleneck that he had on. His pants were a washed brown color, but they fit him as if they were tailored for him. Tan boots were on his feet, and to keep his head warm, even though he had a bunch of hair on top of his head that was in twist, he wore a beanie. He smelled so good, just as he always did.
“You know I like to be one step ahead of you, baby. Can’t let you always know what my every move is,” he replied, right before he leaned into me, and he kissed me on my forehead.
Tank worked the deck, going around, giving hugs to all the women. I didn’t even bother going back to my chair because I knew that I was going to follow him wherever the hell he was going. I wanted to be in his skin. If he’d left something at the airport, I would get in an Uber with him, just to snuggle up under him, while we sat in the back, headed to the airport to get whatever he left. If he was getting ready to go in our bathroom, so that he could take a shower after the long day that he’d just finished having, I was going to join him in the bathroom and just sit on top of the counter or something and wait. I needed to be wherever the hell he was, which is why when he finished making his rounds, I said my goodnights to everyone, and I was back in my man’s arms, always acting like my feet didn’t work whenever I was around him because he carried me into the house, and he didn’t complain about it once.
Tank closed the patio door behind us, and he walked through the cabin, going for his suitcase that he’d left by the stairs.
“You gotta show me the way baby. I don’t know where our room is,” he said.
You would think that he would have put me down, so that he could carry his suitcase up the stairs, but he didn’t. He kept me in his arms, just holding me up with one arm, and he used hisfree hand to carry his suitcase, while I directed him, telling him the way to our room.
We made it, and he wheeled the suitcase into the room, closed the door behind us, and he locked it. The light was still on in here, so Tank kept me in his arms, and I watched him as he looked around. Each room here was a private master suite. Our room was nice, and spacious, and we had our own little balcony area. There was a king-sized bed that rested in the middle of the room. I was in love with the fireplace that was ducked off to the side of the room. I slept with it on last night. It’s what kept me nice, and cozy.
“I like this, baby. On the way over here, I was taking this all in, saying how nice this area is. I fuck with it. I can’t wait to see what it looks like during the daytime,” he voiced, walking over to the accent chair that sat in the corner of the room. He lowered himself down onto it, and I was right here, straddling his lap.
Tank put his hands on my hips, keeping them there, and I reached up, so that I could take the beanie off his head. His hair was so perfect. So soft, and thick. I loved the twist that he would keep in it. I ran my hands through his hair, and then I went for his jacket, pulling it off, and I tossed it, so that it was sitting on top of the dresser. He was looking at me with a smile on his face, and that smile was making me weak. My hands went up under his turtleneck, and the wife beater that he had underneath, and he jumped at first because of my freezing cold hands. After that, he just relaxed, sitting back further in the chair.
“I missed you. It felt like punishment sleeping without you last night,” I let him know.
“That shit was lit though, where we were on facetime, falling asleep with each other. I ain’t do no shit like that since I was in middle school. We ain’t used to do it with facetime though. We just used to do it on a regular phone call,” he said, and I rolled my eyes at that.
Just the jealous bone that lived in every woman, where we didn’t want to hear our man go down memory lane about what he did with other hoes before us.
When he saw me roll my eyes, he laughed.
“Let me not say that before you start building up stories. You’ll think that I miss one of them hoes from middle school,” he replied, just making me out to be the craziest woman in the world.
“Did you eat? We made chili earlier,” I let him know.
“I snacked on a little bit of stuff while I was on the airplane. I’m not hungry though baby. I’m tired as fuck. You gone get in the shower with me?” he asked, bringing his hands down, cuffing my ass, and he grabbed a chunk out of each cheek, while looking at me like he was so in love with me, and that was enough to have me smiling from ear to ear.
“I’ll sit on the counter and watch you. I feel like I start freezing all over again after each shower,” I replied, through my yawns because just like him, I was tired as hell.
I was fighting my ass off to stay up. As I was sitting here, I could literally feel how weak my eyes were.
“I got something for you,” he shared.
“What is it? Chanel?” I asked, and my question made him laugh.
“Girl, no. Better than Chanel. You can get a million Chanel’s with what I’m about to give to you,” he said, lifting up a little bit, so that he could go inside his pocket.
He pulled out his Louis Vuitton wallet, and in the pocket where he kept cash, he pulled something out, and it was folded. He put it in my hand, and when I opened it, I saw that it was a check. My eyes went for the top of the check, so that I could see who it was from, and the name ‘Garrus Whyte’ was there. Next, my eyes dropped down to the amount that the check was made out for, and when I saw the amount of zeros that were on it, Ifroze, put my hand over my mouth, as if I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The check was written out to my business, ‘House of Henry’.
So many thoughts were running through my mind. The main thing that I was wondering was if Tank had killed Garrus, and then forged a check, writing it out to me. This was Garrus’s handwriting though. I remember his handwriting. Did he have him write the check out before he killed him or something? So many questions were running through my mind.
I turned my head, so that I could look at the bedroom door, just to make sure that it was still closed, and locked.
