Chapter 54💚

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Ranae

Date Night Pt. 2


  "So what made you finally ask me on a date?" I say to him, drinking more of my wine.

He sipped from his wine glass and sat it down. "You was waitin'?"

    "Yes." I admit. "I didn't think you ever would ask though. Since you don't really seem like the romantic type."

He grinned. "It ain't that I'm not romantic, it's the fact that no other shorty was worthy enough to bring it outta me."

    "Aww. So basically I'm the special one." I cooed, giggling like crazy. Looking at him staring back at me with a smile on his face made me laugh.

   "You are. So consider ya self lucky." He says softly pinching my cheek and I smacked my lips.

    "Nah, you're the lucky one." I shot back.

    "Fasho." He says still staring, making me grow nervous now.

    "Why do you always do that?" I say, blushing looking down at my nails. "Stop staring into my soul."

     "Cause we havin' a conversation." He says leaning forward on the table and crossing his arms. I still felt his eyes on me heavy.  "Plus, it's considered rude not to. And I'm paying attention. It's how I figure people out, watch they body language. Like you, I see you ma."

    "What do you mean you see me?"

   "Shit different. You slowly changin. Breakin outcha shell wit me. Ya confidence growing." He explains. "Just watching it happen is fire to me."

I feel his hand cup my chin, turning me to look at him. "And I expect the same when someone talkin to me."

"I can't. It's too..." I paused trying to find the word for it, chuckling.

"Intimate." He answers and I nodded.

"Right." I blushed. "And I feel like you judging me low key."

"Judge you for what?" He ask.

    "I don't know. People judge and criticize me for a lot of things, I told you."

     "And I told you I'm not people ma. Stop seeing me as them. I fuck wit everything about you."

I glanced at him, nibbling on my bottom lip. I was still on the fence about some things he says. Apart of me feels like he really doesn't but another part of me feels he does because why waste either of our time? I'm just overthinking things.

   "I'm so use to it though. Not something I can just throw away." I say honestly.

"That's why we work on it together. Shit takes time."

The waiter came back over and we told him what we wanted. As he finished writing it down, he took our menus. "I'll have both of your meals right out to you soon." He says and we thank him.

"So back to you saying us moving forward, what do you mean by that?"

He took a sip of his from his glass of wine and set it back down. He looked at me through my soul like normal, making me blush but I kept the eye contact.

"I want you."

My heart was fluttering hearing him say this. I never blushed so hard until right now. Probably looks like I got slapped in the face. I've been waiting for this for what feels like forever. Right now I wanted to just say yes and kiss all over his face.

"Been thinkin bout it for a minute now. I ain't never felt like this with no other girl. You make a nigga wanna just give you the world, keep you happy, uplift you, show you how much I preciate you cause you honestly deserve it."

I grew nervous hearing him say all this. I begin struggling to keep eye contact as I begin looking down at my nails. I've never been spoiled like this. It's weird to me.

"I wanna change my ways just for you just cause you don't fuck wit what I do for a livin. That's why I try to protect you from all this shit cause I wouldn't know what I would if some happened to you cause of me."

My heart warmed hearing him say this. I didn't think he really cared to stop. I don't want to try to tell him what to do, it's his life. But I have mines and I want a drama free and stress free life. I've been through enough.

    "Are you sure?"

    "I'm dead ass ma. Ion see myself wit nobody else but you." He continued.

      "How do I know you're not playing with me?"

      "Whatchu mean? You ask me this now?"

      "Yes, I don't want to be embarrassed or looking like a fool Anthony." I stated. "May I remind you about Monica and Candice dumbass." I rolled my eyes. "You cheating on your ex." I brought up. "Or any other girl."

       "Fuck them. All that shit dead and buried." He says. "We talking about us. I'm not a nigga to play games Nae. And I'll never have you lookin crazy, I care about you too much ma." He says, saying the last part mostly to himself.

      "I care about you too. A lot to where I want you to be safe Anthony. I don't know how many times I hear 'I'm surprised you ain't ballin' or you boys use to love basketball'. Why not actually do what you love to do? And how come you never told me you rap." I giggled.

     "How did this go from me wanting to be yo man to an solo intervention." He says making me laugh.

     "I'm just saying. Ain't you tired of your life being in danger, always looking over your shoulder?"

     "Ma, regardless if I pursue basketball or hop inna booth, imma always have a target on my back." He says and I sighed, picking at my nails.

     "And you're proud of that?"

     "No, but it's life. Can't control how niggas feel towards me." He shrugged. "But I know it bothers you, I'll try to stop ma."

She looked up at me and smiled. "Really?" I say softly.

     "Really?" He mocks me. "Yeah" he says making me grin.

I laughed. "Awww." I cooed, leaning into him. He smacked his teeth, shaking his head.

We noticed the waiter coming our way with a cart full of covered plates. He stopped at our table, smiling. "Okay, this is for you Madam." He says placing my plate in front of me. "And for you sir." He says placing Anthony's plate in front of him.

     "Thank you." I smiled, looking at it. It looked good, making my stomach growl a bit.

      "Preciate it."

      "Of course. Let me know if there's anything else I can get you lovebirds for tonight." The waiter says happily.

      "Okay, thank you." I say as he walked away. "So you're not dealing with no one else?" I asked him.

I watched as he cut into his steak. I grew more curious by the second since he didn't answer. He stared down at his food, taking a bite of his steak.

"No." He says, taking a sip from his wine glass.

"Positive? No flings or nothing?" I asked, curiously.

He sighed deeply, looking at me. "Not anymore."

"What do you mean not anymore?" I raised a brow.

"Exactly what I said. Fucked around wit a broad. It was a one time thing." He explains.

My heart dropped a bit. I looked away back at my food, stirring my vegetables around. I knew what he meant by his needs being taking care of. It's weird to hear him say it. The thought of him being with someone else honestly annoyed me. It's like he didn't care how I felt about it.

    "When?" I asked.

    "Doesn't matter." He tried to shrug it off.

    "It does, so when?" I asked again, looking at him.

    "Why does it matter? I'm here witchu." His brows furrowed a bit.

    "Why do you not want to answer?" I shot back.

He stared back at me with the same stare. I stared back, waiting for him to respond. "Last last week."

I frowned, my brows knitting together. "A few days before my birthday?"

"Yes." He bluntly admits.

My mood shifted completely, making me not want to eat anymore. I know we weren't speaking yet but it still makes me feel some type of way.

"So you did whatever with some girl then came and apologized to me."

"It ain't shit. Like I said it was a one time thing."

"What if I did that? Did some with a dude and come back to you." I say.

"I wouldn't sweat it cause we not together." He says. "Don't make this deeper than what it is."

"Doesn't matter it we aren't together. We was building up to it." I say lowly but loud enough for him to hear.

I didn't know why tears was burning behind my eyes right now but I blocked them away.

"We was growing this relationship. Why would you think it's okay to do something with a girl days before seeing me?"

"Really Nae? Chill wit this." He shook his head.

"Whatever." I say sighing.

"I understand where you comin from but I was single when the shit happened."

"Ok." I mumbled, eating my food. "Just decided to want to be with me after doing that. Are you sure you want a relationship?"

"With you, yes. And I apologize for that shit. A lot was going on that day." He says. "You won't have to worry about that shit no more. I'm all about you ma."

I continued eating my food cause I didn't know what to say. Him doing that a few days before my birthday just didn't feel good to hear. But I'll forgive him for it  and put trust in him to not play with me or hurt me.

   "It's okay." I say.

   "Appreciate it. And you can sleep on it. No rush for an answer." He says grabbing my hand and pulling it to his lips and kissed the back of it.

Butterflies swarmed my stomach at the sweet gesture. And my mind was already made up. There's no need for me to sleep on it. I want to be with him, officially.

With my same hand he kissed, I grabbed his face by the chin. I leaned over and softly gave him kisses. "My answer is yes." I say looking him in the eyes. "And I forgive you."

    "You sure." He say lowly, staring back at me and I nodded.

     "Don't hurt me. Please." I say sincerely. I wiped the little lip gloss from his lips with my finger.

    "Heard ju."

     "Better not or imma tell my dad." I joked, grinning. "And my big brother."

     "Oh, you got jokes." He smirked.

    "Sometimes." I laughed and he nods, chuckling.

The encounter with Monica came to mind and I wanted answers to the questions I had. "I have something to tell you and I have a question, so can you be honest with me?"

He looked at me, nodding. "Always."

     "Monica ran into me at the hotel." I say. His brows furrowed together, nearly mugging.

    "When? What she say?" He says.

    "Yesterday. She came off the elevator and when she saw me she looked scared. Was asking was you with me." I explained briefly.

    "Why you ain't call me?" He says anxiously, sitting up straight.

    "Cause I didn't want to bother you. But also because she said you would kill her." I continued. "She told me she set you up. Is that how you got shot?"

He sighed, shaking his head. "Yeah."

     "And she told me the baby wasn't yours as well. Do you know who the father is?"

     "Remember the nigga Kane from the club? She was pregnant by him. After finding all that out with her setting me up and shit. She told me where he was located and I took care of em'." He explains.

I stared back at him in disbelief. I didn't know what to say to be honest. "Told her ass to leave and don't ever lemme catch her anywhere or her child an orphan. I stand on that." He says. I stared back at him and there was no remorse or indication that he was playing.

     "Oh." I mumbled. "Well, she told me she was leaving. She came to visit her family I guess. I didn't say nothing for the sake of that baby."

     "Should've just told me though. I wouldn't trust her ass."

"If you would have saw her, would you do it right then and there?" I asked curiously.

"Yes." He said with a straight face. "She dead to me."

I couldn't lie, I felt a little uneasy seeing how blankly his face got. But not too scared to where I would want to run from him. I understand why he stands on that. Just wish he didn't seem so comfortable with taking a life with ease.

    "Enough wit that shit. Come dance wit me." He says standing up and holding his hand out for me to take.

I placed my hand in his and he helped me stand up. The music changed to a slow song once he pulled me closer. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I held him.

    "Luckily we're alone. No one can see how bad I am." I chuckled.

    "Dramatic." He smirked, making me grin.

I rest my head against his chest, closing my eyes as we swayed slowly. I enjoyed listening to the music the musicians was playing for us. We stayed like this comfortably, enjoying each others embrace. I smiled as I felt him holding me tighter then rested his head on top of mines.

   "Don't hurt me either, ma." He says lowly.

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