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"You live around here?"
"Don't you think we would've run into each other if I did?" He didn't reply, at least not verbally, but the darkness in his eyes delivered a warning. "No. I'm in town for work."
"Where are you staying?"
"The Kennedy," Gianni nodded, pulling out of the parking lot. We rode in silence. Occasionally, I'd look at his chiseled face and clenched jaw, trying to read his innermost thoughts.
The scary version of him was back and the idea of getting in the car with a man I barely knew seemed insane.
Gossip Girls
Me: I'm in the car with Gi. If anything happens to me, that nigga did it.
Denim: Yesssss bitch!!! Fuck that dick. Don't let it fuck you!
Niyomi: Ignore her, Lo. Did you tell him yet?
Me: He knows. He drives a black Maserati. I'll send the plate when I get out.
My elbow rested against the window to shield the tears in my eyes. We reached the hotel, and Gianni helped me out of the car. Leading the way to my room, I kicked off my shoes and grabbed a water bottle while he remained in the middle of the floor like a statue.
“What?” My eyes bucked, tired of being under observation.
"So what's been up, Hailo, or is that a name you made up for the night?" His tone aroused and infuriated me at the same time.
"No, I didn’t, Gianni. Oops, I mean Gi. Kyerra is the only one who gets to call you that.”
"Had you not dipped out, I would’ve told you my name. Is that my baby?" He asked, getting right to the point. I knew the question was coming, but it didn't stop the gravity hearing it created.
He looked scary, but that attracted me to him in the first place. If I weren’t into tall, dark, and handsome men with an edge that excited my pearl, I would be terrified, but I wasn’t as I swallowed the lump in my throat. I couldn't lie, but telling Gianni the truth would make this terrifying situation real. Slowly nodding my head, he controlled his reaction in a way that didn't let me into how he was feeling.
"Six months next week,” I replied in a low, tormented tone.
The corner of his mouth rose, but he wasn't happy. At least it didn’t seem like it. Gi had summoned all his strength to hold it together, but he lost that battle. "Six fuckin’ months, Hailo! You didn't think I needed to know that?" He spoke so viciously that I wondered how I thought so highly of him that night, but it wasn’t hard to do when you barely know someone.
"How was I supposed to do that? Put a message in a bottle and pray it finds you. We didn't exchange any information. Hell, I didn't even have your real name!”
"Fuck!" he yelled, pacing the floor, realizing I was right. "Are you sure it's mine?"
"I think so.”
“You think so? You were fucking that many nigga’s that you’re unsure?”
“Fuck you!” I jumped up, rushing him for attacking my character. I had already beaten myself up enough for my careless behavior. I didn’t need to hear it from him when he had been just as reckless. “At least I’m the one who was single that night! Just like a nigga.”
“I wasn’t with Kyerra the night we fucked. Just because your ex fucked up your head, don’t put that on me!”
“Fuck you! I didn’t ask you for shit. You followed me! I will take care of my daughter, with or without you!” I ranted, clenching my jaw to kill the sob in my throat.
The way he paused when I mentioned my daughter caused my heart to sink. Gianni was in distress, and though he had a valid reason, it didn't make me feel good. Torment was eating at me from the inside, wondering what he was thinking. His face gave away nothing; the longer he paced in silence, the more anxious I became.
"I decided to keep my baby. You didn't-."
The scary version returned, causing me to swallow the rest of my sentence. It didn't matter anyway because Gianni wasn't trying to hear it.
"Two seconds ago, it was mine, and now it's your baby?"
"I'm the only sure parent between us, Mr. Are you sure it's mine? Contrary to what happened, getting me in bed takes much more than a few compliments and a rescue."
