The Frequency Of Compulsion/GXG/ Grip The Series: Book One

THIRTY-ONE

K E E Y A

My right hand remained on the steering wheel as I continued my drive to the location Pulsion sent me. This was the first time she invited me out to do sumn different from smoking, and I wasn't taking it lightly. I already knew the spot she sent me since it wasn't too far from the place I got my hair braided and cut, just a block up the street, and I was grateful.

I slowed my car a bit, observing the buildings for the one we were going, and I ain't see the name, but I saw her standing outside one of them, watching me pull up.

I'm surprised she outside in this heat.

I flicked my indicator on while looking for her car to park by it, but it wasn't there, which had me parking behind a random car. I reached between my legs grabbing my gun with a push of it into my waist as I lifted off the seat a bit, then I took up my phone, turned the car off and got out.

My eyes found her still standing in the same place as I pushed my door closed before locking the car, and making my way over to her with a push of my keys into my pocket while she wore that resting bitch face she always had on.

"You see how I was already outside waiting for you?" She asked the second I was in earshot, and I chuckled at her words, which had her smiling as I took her in. Them long braids, some black sweats and a grey graphic tee with some white forces, and she looked damn good in them too.

"So you out here all hot to prove a point?" I asked as the sounds of the busy street spoke around us.

"Yeah," She confirmed, sounding proud as hell, and I couldn't help the grin that sat on my face as she turned towards the building, but she ain't touch the door. A line of satisfaction ran through me as she waited for my hand to reach forward and get it for her, and I did, pulling it open happily. "Thank you,"

"Mhh," I hummed as I stepped in after her, allowing the door to close behind us as I took in the place that was filled with all type of shit, from fabrics to buttons, and things I ain't know the use for. There was a few people around the place, not a lot for the place to feel crowded but enough that the place ain't look deserted.

"Excuse me," A sudden voice called out, and I followed the sound, which had me looking to a woman with a cart in front of her, and before I could react to her request, Pulsion was holding my hand and gently pulling me out of the way.

"Sorry," She told the woman who began to move again.

"You good," The woman called back as Pulsion began pulling me along by my hand down one of the aisles, and I went willingly, allowing her to do her.

"What you gon make me?" I asked her curiously when her eyes began to do a focused scan of the fabrics on display.

"Something that's not black, white or grey since all you wear is shades," She mumbled, and a breathy snicker fell off my lips as someone else with a cart moved past us.

"We gon need a cart?"

"No, I got you to hold it," She stated as if it was common sense.

"So that's why I'm here?" I asked, and she smiled, glancing back at me as we continued to move down the aisle slowly.

"And for your height," She voiced, while stopping, which had her releasing my hand as she turned to observe a specific section.

"What you looking for? Maybe I can help," I asked, keeping my eyes on her.

"It's lik—stay here, Imma get Keisha bout it and come right back," She mumbled, sounding distracted, walking off before I could say anything and I did just that. I stood there feeling like a kid who was out with their mother as I watched the other people moving around the place.