GIA

White boys

Gia

I just stand there with my mouth open in shock.

What the hell?

He tries to give me a smile but I can tell it physically hurts for him to do so.

"What happened," I ask coming closer to him.

Now that I'm inches away from him I can really see his injuries. He has a busted lip and a giant bruise on his right cheek. He's clenching his right side pretty hard and trying to keep his weight off his ankle.

"Please no questions, just tacos," he whispers, still holding his side.

"You can't just show up by my car half dead and expect me to not ask questions. That's not how life works, Randal."

"Fine, then I'll leave."

He tries to put pressure on his ankle and walk off but it doesn't work and he ends up almost falling.

I quickly catch him before he hits the ground, wrapping my arm around his waist.

I look at his current state and let out a loud breath.

"Look, fine man we can have tacos or something and I won't ask questions about how you got like this but I do need to know more about you if this is going to work," I say.

He looks me in my eyes for a quick second but I swear the world stops when he does. He gives me a small smile and a nod before I began helping him into my car.

Once I get him into the passenger seat I take a minute to think before I enter the driver's seat.

Lord, what have I gotten myself into?

I open the driver's side door, step in and let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

"Thank you," he whispers looking into my eyes.

His eyes are pretty.

We stay like that for another good minute before I finally start the car and pull out of the parking garage.

"So what is your real name because I know it's not Randal and don't ask me how I know," I ask as I drive through downtown.

'It's Elijah"

"Hm, Elijah huh? I like it, more than Randal." I laugh.

He lets out a small laugh while gripping his side, it's evident it still hurts.

"Okay so I have a question for you," he says, slightly turning his body to face me.

"Do you own that building back there?"

"Yes sir, I'm the CEO of the company," I reply.

"Okay then, do your thing then ms young and CEO," he laughs.

"Next question, you got any family out here?" I ask.

He positions himself so that he's facing front now and lets out a loud sigh.

probably a sensitive subject.

We sit in silence for a couple of seconds before he finally answers.

'Yeah, my entire family lives out here, they always have."

He keeps his eyes on the road and it's obvious he isn't comfortable talking about his family. I can't help but wonder what they did to him, or what he did to them.

"So, what made you wanna be so nice to me the first time we met? You didn't even know me and you invited me over for tacos. I could've been a serial killer or something," he asks, breaking the silence.

"You know how they say don't judge a book by it's cover? Well let's just say your cover looks very similar to a few of my pages," I reply.

He just stares at me for a second and I know he's trying to figure me out. He tends to stare and make eye contact a lot, I'm not complaining though, I love it.

"Will I ever get to read those pages?" he asks, whispering

I think about it for a second before answering. I don't ever tell anybody about my past because I just feel like it's nobody's business. I'm living now and to me that's all that matters.

"Maybe," I reply as I turn onto my street.

There's an awkward silence that fills the car and I kind of get uncomfortable. I can feel he's still staring at me and I decide not to make eye contact.

"Do you like white boys?" he asks as we pull into my driveway.

I let out a loud laugh as I look at him in shock. He has a small smirk on his face and I can see his dimples peeking out.

"Elijah where did that even come from?"

"I had to break the tension," he smiles.

I pull the key out of the ignition and sit back in my seat, looking over at him to see if he's serious or joking. He looks dead serious.

"Do you like black girls?" I ask, crossing my arms around my chest, making eye contact with him.

"Absolutely, love 'em'," he replies with no hesitation.

I squint my eyes at him looking for any sign of lies but it looks like he's actually telling the truth.

I let out a small laugh and shake my head as I open my door and make my way over to the passenger side to help him out.

He likes black girls, who would've thought?
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Authors note

hey my lovesss <3!!! how are you guys liking the book so far??? what do you want to see in the upcoming chapters??? i want to make this book enjoyable for you all so please feel free to leave suggestions!

also im so sorry for not uploading yesterday. i just wasn't really in the mood thanks to school. tysmmm for reading though

Love, sheila <3