Bitches see a fancy car, bodyguards, and a black woman with a while man and think I'm the gold digger.
He's in an automatic wheelchair, looking all yummy in his muscle t-shirt and shorts along with nice kicks. Not to mention how good his facial hair looked and all his nice tattoos on display.
The cast on his feet shows that he can't walk, but that doesn't stop women from walking up to him. While I'm there.
Now I get why women are insecure.
I've never felt the need to be jealous before. An I know my man looks good, but damn, I'm right next to him.
I'm not his assistant or secretary.
Pissed off by the foolishness that is going on in the Mall, I made my way out.
If I wanted to go shopping, I'll do it alone or with my friends.
The first time I'm doing it with a man and it's not going how I've expected it.
"Baby!" He called and if he wasn't disabled right now, I would've kept walking.
"What?" I frowned and folded my arms.
"What's wrong?" He's totally oblivious to it all.
I gave him a fake smile then I copied the girls accents. "Oh my God, are you a football player?"
He smiled and tired to hide it.
"Oh my God." I say in an high pitched voice. "I love your tattoos."
He covers his mouth.
"You're so hot." I said in a slutiry voice. "Are you single?"
"Baby..."
"Are you shopping for your mom?" I smiled sweetly then turns my back to him in the middle of the mall.
Grabbing my ass cheeks.
His eyes gravitates there and I turned and points at his face, making him laugh even more.
I'm aware that people are looking but I don't care.
"Keep your eyes off my ass when you're outside. Be on the lookout and aware of bitches flirting with you in front of me." I warned. "It's disrespectful and I'm never going out shopping with you ever again."
I turned to leave when he pulls me towards him.
Trapping me on his lap with his arms around me tightly.
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry won't change what happened." I argued. "Then I'm looking at stuff and needed your opinion but you're still standing with that man stealing...you know what. She can have you. Let go of me."
"I'm not doing that."
"Then I'll scream." I lied and he raised a brow. "I won't, but I can't talk to you right now."
"That doesn't mean I have to let you go. Rest your legs."
I rolled my eyes and hissed loudly.
"She was asking about my tattoos, baby." He tries to explain.
"They all were curious and inquisitive. An what you need to do is let go of me and go find yourself a white woman because apparently, I'm black and a golddigger."
"No one called you that and I love you, why would you say that." He frowned.
He's focused on the wrong things, because what the woman were non-discretely whispering was heard clearly.
Their stares, glances and pointing is enough proof for me to make such a claim.
Pinching his arms off me, he left me go and I modeled my little fat ass to the car.
I stood there vexed, but patient as the wheelchair was skilled enough to raised him into the seat.
Ron set it back up to put into the back while Nick made sure I'm next to that white man.
"Put your seatbelt on." Hunter said and I rolled my eyes, doing just that. "What did I do to be getting all this attitude, Jhanna-Rae?"
I ignored him.
He tried again but made the right decision to let it go.
"When we get home then." He scoffed.
I wonder who pissed in his milk because he had no reason to be upset.
He's the one getting approached by thirsty females for the past four hours of shopping.
Big mistake going with him.
It's no use bringing a man out when men are already out there. The same goes for me and other women.
They have no respect.
Atlanta is the worst.
I got a man from Colorado and they want to snatch him. I can't believe it.
It's like I don't need a man for myself.
Returning home, Ron and Nick brought the bags inside and left while I'm trying to get away from Hunter.
He's right behind me with that damn wheelchair and it's fucking fast.
He grabbed my hand and turns me around but I refused to look at him.
"I'm not letting go of your hand until the problem is resolved." He insisted.
"Then hold on, Jack." I insulted.
"What?"
I didn't answer.
"Who is Jack?"
I'm glad his nana isn't here and it's just us.
"Jack in the movie titanic." I muttered.
"Jhanna-Rae. How can I fix this if you won't let me." He stresses.
I stayed quiet.
He took a deep breath and exhaled.
"If I'm stressing you then you can just break up with me. I've been waiting." I grumbled.
He reaches up and held me by the neck. "Sit."
I didn't.
He forces me to and I'm no match for his strength.
Now I'm seated on his lap facing him with my legs opened over his thigh. One arm on my back and the other doesn't move from my neck.
"I don't need no one but you. You can't be waiting for me to leave you because that sure as hell won't happen. I love you, baby. And I may be white, but I will be the last and the best filling you'll have inside you."
I laughed, understand that filling joke.
Just how ores cookies has the cream inside. He'll be mine.
"I'm serious, Jhanna-Rae. You're..."
I kissed his lips to shut him up. Then I stopped and said. "I'm sorry. I was jealous."
"You don't need to be, but we'll work on that too. That's why I slapped your ass a few times, I caught some men watching you."
I frowned. "No they weren't, only women were looking and it's right on you."
"This is enough proof, baby. You are obvious to the females but I'm obviously to the men. Definitely black men and you don't realize because Nick and Ron kept them away."
Smiling, I kissed him again. "I'm sorry."
"I understand."
