Finest City Dreams

Chapter 23: How You Gonna Act Like That

Twenty Four hours had passed since the incident involving Chafonda. Word had got out in the local media that the person that was shot and robbed on New Years Eve was the cousin of R&B Superstar Iverson. Local news outlets were swarmed outside of the hospital where Chafonda was emitted. They were hoping to catch a glimpse of the singer entering the hospital. And they would get their chance. Soon enough, Charles would come to visit his cousin at the hospital.

Charles made his way to Chafonda's room. As soon as he came to the room, he saw that Savannah was there visiting his cousin. Savannah looked over at the doorway. When she saw it was Charles, she cut her visit short and decided to let him have one on one time with his cousin. Savannah put her purse on her shoulder. She hugged Chafonda and said her goodbyes. Savannah passed by Charles as he entered the room. "Hey!" Charles said hey back. And that was all that was said.

Charles walked up to Chafonda. "Hey Cousin! How ya feelin?" Charles and Chafonda hugged. "I'm alright. Just a little sore." Charles shook his head. He hated seeing his cousin laid up in a hospital bed. Charles grabbed a chair and put it next to Chafonda's bed. He sat down in it. "Cousin, what happened?" Chafonda took a deep breath. Even taking a breath was sore. "I got off of work later than usual. I had missed the last bus. So I decided to walk home. The house is not that far from where I work. As I was walking, two men approached me. Next thing you know, I have a gun in my face. I'm being ordered to give up my bag. I was not just gonna give up my shit. You gonna have to fight me. And that's exactly what we did. Next thing you know, I'm down on the ground. After that, I don't remember anything else. I woke up here. The doctor said that I was very lucky. The bullet was just three inches from my heart."

Charles's eyes were fixated towards the ground. He didn't say anything for a few minutes. Charles was fuming with anger. He suddenly got up and hurled the chair he was sitting in towards the bathroom. "Damn!" Chafonda just watched her cousin. "Imma find those motherfuckers and kill 'em!" Chafonda shook her head. "For what!? So that everything you've accomplished can go down the toilet." "I don't care!" "Well I do. You've accomplished so much. You've won a grammy. And now your career is bigger than ever. You put our city on the map. Who did we have before you? RuPaul and Nick Cannon. Before you came along, people thought our town was a joke. They think it's just some beach town. Look, prison is not where you wanna be. I know cause I was there. Please don't do this!"

Charles was so angry. His eyes welded up with tears. He walked over to the window. Chafonda looked down in thought. Suddenly, a voice came over the intercom in the room saying that visiting hours were over. Charles went and picked the chair up that he threw. He put it back where it originally was. Charles walked up to Chafonda. "I'll be back tomorrow." Chafonda nodded. Charles kissed Chafonda on the forehead. Charles walked out the room. He saw Savannah sitting in a waiting area alone. He walked up to her. "You still here?" Savannah nodded. "Can we talk?" Charles nodded. "Let's go somewhere and talk privately."

Charles and Savannah went out a back way of the hospital where the media could not find them. They walked to Charles's escalade that was parked in a parking garage. They both got in. They sat there in silence for a few seconds till the tension was broken. Savannah took a deep sigh. "I missed you." Charles was looking out the window. "Oh?" "Yes." "I missed you too, Savannah. But you hurt my whole soul when you didn't have my back." "I know. But I just don't like making an assumption. But knowing Kwame for as long as I have, he's done some things that don't make any sense." "Savannah, that dude will do anything to sabotage our relationship. If he can't have you, no one else can. That's just how his mind works. And he knows exactly what he's doing." Savannah looked at Charles. She took his snapback cap off. "Hey!" Savannah had a wry smile on her face. She leaned into Charles's face. "Well Kwame is just gonna have to try harder. Cause nothing is gonna come between us. I mean nothing." Savannah wrapped her arms around Charles's neck and kissed him passionately. They both closed their eyes.

When the kiss was over, Charles opened up the car door. "Backseat now!" Savannah couldn't contain herself. She was too turned on from Charles's demand. Savannah quickly got out the truck and jumped into the backseat. Soon Charles joined Savannah in the backseat. They instantly started to make out. It was starting to heat up. Savannah helped Charles get out of the hoodie he was wearing, only revealing a white wife beater tank. Charles started to unbutton the plaid shirt that Savannah had on. He helped her out of it. Savannah was wearing a black camisole underneath her plaid shirt.

As they were making out, Charles's hands started fondling Savannah's breasts. He kissed all on her neck. Savannah was laying on her back on the backseat. Savannah kept her eyes on Charles's eyes. Charles slipped Savannah's pants off. Then he took her panties off and threw them to the side. Savannah unbuttoned and unzipped Charles's pants. Charles pulled his pants and boxers down at the same time. He slid himself in Savannah while kissing her. Savannah held Charles with her eyes closed. She hadn't felt that good in a while. Charles's thrusts were getting faster. Savannah's moans were getting louder. "Shhh....you gotta keep it down girl! You know we can't be doin this out here." "I can't help it. Baby, you feel so good." As soon as Savannah said that Charles's motions had sped up insanely fast. Savannah wrapped her legs around Charles's waist. Her moans were uncontrollable at this point. "I'm about to cum! Shit!" Savannah and Charles both exploded with ecstasy at the same time.

When it was over, Charles collapsed on Savannah and just layed there for a minute. Savannah held Charles tightly while still catching her breath. Charles rose up and kissed Savannah. When they were done kissing, Savannah had the biggest smile on her face. Charles infectiously couldn't help but smile back. He looked into Savannah's eyes, deep into her soul while playing with her hair. "What?" "Savannah George, I think I want you to be my wife." Savannah rose up shaking her head. "What!? Are you serious?" Charles nodded. "Yes I am." Savannah had a look of confusion. "Look, I don't know if this is the sex talking or what?" Charles shook his head. "Naw, this is me. I'm dead serious. I'm in love with you." Charles put his clothes back on. Savannah looked down in thought. "I don't know." Charles scrunched up his face. "Whatchu mean you don't know!? Don't you love me?" "Of course I love you. But to spring this up right after we have sex in your car of all places. I mean...." Savannah started putting on her clothes. "So it's like that huh? Man, get out my car!" "You don't have to ask me twice!"

Savannah got out of Charles's truck while slamming the door. "What the fuck is wrong with you!? Slammin' my door and shit." "Fuck you and your damn truck!" Savannah kicked one of the tires to Charles's truck. Charles got out of the backseat of his truck. Savannah walked away quickly to where her car was parked. "That's right bitch! You better run! Got me fucked up. Who the fuck does she think she is!?" Savannah flipped Charles the bird while walking away. Charles got in his escalade and quickly sped off.