Ghetto Love Bird

Right here, In The Car

"You never told me why," I mutter, as we walk into yet another shoe store.

"Why what?"

"Why you left at the party."

"Huh?" He smirks, "I thought you ain't care."

"I don't," I reply immediately, "it was just weird."

"Well let it be weird then, if you ain't care, I'm not explaining shit."

"Fine."

"You gon care now?"

"Nope."

"Damn ma, you cold blooded huh," Roman chuckles and I breath a sigh of annoyance.

I wanted to know why, but not if it meant him thinking him leaving bothered me. He was being really playful today, and I'm not sure I could return the feeling.

"These are dope," he says, grabbing a Nike Shoe off of the holder and he surveys them for a moment.

"Those are customs," an employee walks up to us. She had a really tight ponytail and I could tell that it wasnt her first by the lack of edges. She wore the store uniform, but did these awkward standing poses to trying and make herself look attractive. Now I wasn't one to hate on, or bring down women, that just wasnt rich b***h energy, so I simply looked away, and minded my business.

"How much?"

"$950."

With the designs, and neatness of the shoe, I understood why it was pricey. There wasnt a blemish in sight, pink and blue mists layered the sides and the soles were wrapped in louis Vuitton fabric.

"What's yo' size?" He asks and I blink.

"My size?"

"Yeah," he says, mocking my blink and I couldnt help but stutter.

"Eleven," I reply and he nods.

"Get me an eleven."

"Big ass feet," the employee mutters under her breath, followed by a snort. But before I could reply or even react, Roman was already on it.

"Shut the f**k up, peasant," he snapped and my mouth dropped open at the same time as hers, "do your damn job."

He shoved the sneaker in her hands and she quickly turns away to find my size.in the mean time, Roman walks away to find some perhaps for him, and I follow behind.

He didn't mention anything about defending me, and neither did I.

Long story short, he picked out something for himself, and the girl returned. She walked with an extra pep in her step, and seemed awfully apprehensive. She handed my the shoe, as well as a sock so I could try it on.

The shoe fit on my like a glove, but not too tight on the toes, just how I like it.

"That s**t was made for you," Roman says and I grin in agreement, twisting my feet in the mirror.

I remove the shoe and she boxes it up before handing it back to me.

'That'll be . . . .$2,789, and 20 cents."

Roman plays with cash, and I couldnt help but voice my opinion, in my head.

I would personally never spend more than 300 on some shoes, not while I had Sorayah, Bill's, to pay, rent and not to mention a plan to get the hell out of this town. I could tell that he got it like that though, so I let him do his thing, I wasn't going to complain.

We stopped by a few more designer stores, and the prices had my skin itching. Why the hell would I pay an entire grand for a dress?

"You don't want anything?" He asks as he approaches the cashier again.

"This isn't my style," I reply. And I definitely wasn't lying. In these stores, the uglier the Clothing was, the more expensive it got. This literally makes no sense.

"Okay then, let's try there." He points to a store on the lower floor, and I almost smile when I notice the store.

"Children Kingdom,"

This is wear I got almost all of Sorayah's clothing. They were decently priced, and of great quality.

I grab a few things for her, while Roman did his thing in the shoe section. It was clear that he had an obsession.

In the end the total came up to $470 and of course, Roman pulled out he bands again.

"Do you need anything else, mamas?"

"Nah," I shake my head, "I'm alright. Truthfully, I'm hungry again."

"What you wanna eat?"

"I've been craving a wrap, and cheesy fries," I reply and he nods.

"I know a place, come on."

We leave the mall, and I couldn't help but glance and Roman who literally carried all bags, and still managed to open the front door for me.

#

"Come on now, take a bite," Roman watches me carefully as I lift the steak wrap up to my lips.

"If this isn't as good as you brag, what do I get in compensation?"

"Some dick."

My mouth falls open, but I quickly cover it up to let him see that I was unfazed. I raised it to my mouth and room a bite, my eyes never leaving his.

The wrap was good, really good. I closed my eyes and let out a s****l moan, but by the time I reopened them, Roman's face was no long holding any amusement. At first, I thought that maybe it was lust, maybe I had turned him on, but then I realized he was looking at me. Confused, I placed the wrap back in it's foil, and turn to see what he was looking at.

Oman and his crew walked into the restaurant, and their eyes were also locked in on Roman.

His eyes widened when he noticed that I was the woman sitting with him, but his lips drew into a sick smirk.

I hadn't seen Oman since he got into it with Tera and I, and I just knew that he would be looking for trouble.

He approached our table while his goons sat across from us.

"Well, well, well, wassup Honey nut," he reached out his hand so that I could tag him, and I couldn't help but stare at his hand, and then back up to his face, disgust apparent on my face.

"Oh, so it's like that?"

"Nigga, get the f**k away from my table."

"Ain't nobody talking to you, big boy," Oman snaps and my feet begins to bounce under the table.

Roman narrows his eyes, his face as dead as a corpse, his jaw clenched. Then, he suddenly bursts into laughter, clenching his stomach. Both Oman and I stare at him confused.

"You such a clown, nigga. You make me laugh, now get the f**k away from my table, and don't make me say it again."

"Or what?" Oman pushes, acting tough, and I didnt like it at all. I felt like I was just seconds away from being killed. The men across from me stared at me like I was either meat, or a target.

"Little boy, I assure you, the fight you're trying to pick won't end in the restaurant if you make a move on me," Roman says calmly, leaning back in his chair, "I'll kill your mother, I'll kill your sister, I'll kill your granny, you nephew, your niece, oh, and congratulations, but I'd kill your fiancee too."

Oman went silent, obviously rattled by the last sentence.

"You wanna fight? Cool, we can go right now but I promise that you lifting your hand to touch me will mean war," Roman finishes.

He helps me wrap up my food, while Oman shut stands there, fuming.

Roman stands and brushes by Oman before helping me up, and out of my seat. He ensures that I walk in front of him.

"Hey, Honey! Glad that you found a richer c**k to suck, all those old men you were doing could really do much for you."

I kept walking, but Roman froze. I grabbed his wrist and continued to pull him out the door.

"It's not worth it, I know it isnt true and if it's one thing Oman likes, it's a reaction from people." I tell him as we walk back to his truck.

"He's bothered you before?"

I snort,"Oman will insult me every chance he gets."

Roman opens up my door and I climb in.

"Olus, he wasnt edaxrky lying," I trail and he raises an eyebrow. I place my palm on his pants and bite my lip until he rises.

"I don't think I was impressed by the wrap," I drawl, unclipping my bra.

He catches my drift, shifting in his seat "no?"

"Nah, I would like a r****d," he shifts his seat back, and turns on the a/c.

"We don't give refunds," he replies as I climb over him and I hum.

"Well, I feel like I need to be compensated."

Body on body, I knew that we were about to f**k in the parking lot of one of his favourite restaurants. Roman had this heat that radiated off of him, despite the cool blowing A/C, and it was comforting. His member pressed against my warmth, and I'm sure that my wetness would seep through these panties soon. I was so happy that I chose to wear a dress today. His hands trailed up my thighs, slowly lifting the dress, and mine remained on his chest.

I was anxious, waiting for his next moved, and he did, nothing. Just stared at me.

I was about to make a move when he grabbed both of my hands with one arm, and successfully ripped off my panties. I was in shock, and the best thing about it was he didn't look arrogant, he looked f*****g sexy. His face was all serious and focused, and his grip on my wrists were so tight and sure.

I could tell that this was going to be amazing.