Love Games: A Tyga Fanfic

Chapter 4

Tyga

Two Months Later

          “D, what’s taking so long babe?” We were going out to dinner our first public appearance as a couple. I couldn’t care less but, Delaine didn’t like all the staying in so, I decided to take her out.

            The night I met Delaine, I knew that she should be my girl. She was fine as fuck and so fiery, I liked that about her. I didn’t want her to be one of those girls where I fuck them once and never call them again. I wanted to lock her down. 

            So, I asked Chris where she lived. I went over to her crib and when she opened the door I handed her a bouquet of flowers. She smiled at first but, when she saw the face behind the bouquet she gave them back and closed the door. It took me 3 weeks of doing that every day for her to give me a chance to talk to her.

            “What do you want Tyga?” She sighed

            “I just want to ask you out on a date. But, you wouldn’t even give me the chance.”

            “How did you find out where I lived?”

            “Don’t worry bout that. I want to talk to you and get to know you better.”

            “Why would you want to do that? I’m a slut remember.”

            “I never said that! I just was saying that your name doesn’t fit a girl like you.”

            “But, you don’t know me Tyga. So, how would you know if my name suits my personality?”

            “Ion know but, that’s why I’m here. I want to know if it does.” I said offering a smile.

            She bit the inside of her cheeks contemplating whether she should let me in or not.

            “Fine.” She moved out of the way letting me in. Walking in I could see the immense amount of flowers I brought her. But, I found it cute how she kept them all.

            We talked and got to know each other and eventually I came over more and more and I really grown to like her.

            So, weeks later, we’re finally going on a real date.

            “Delaine? Come on, our reservation’s at 8:30 and it’s already 8:20.”

            “I’m coming, gosh!” She came out the back wearing a purple dress that extenuated her curves. She was just beautiful. Every time I looked at her, I found another thing on her that I liked.

            “I’m ready. Let’s go.” She said rushing me out the door.

**

            “We have a reservation for 8:30 under Michael Stevenson.” I said to the hostess. She looked at the book on the lecturn searching for my name.

           “Right this way Mr. Stevenson.”

            I never been to this restaurant before and I could tell Delaine hasn’t either by the way she was looking around taking in her surroundings, looking at the cherubs on the ceilings.

            “Here we are Mr. Stevenson. Your waiter should be here soon. Have a good night.”

            “Thank you.” I told her as she left.

            “So, Mr. Stevenson, thank you for bringing me here. This place is really nice.” She smiled. When she smiled, her eyes got a little twinkle. It was really beautiful.

            “Nno problem. I gotta treat my girl right you know.” When I said that she made a face, she didn’t say anything to oppose it so, I guess she was my girl.

            She continued to inspect the menu. “Michael, this is very expensive. You sure you can afford this?”

            “What you saying girl? I’m broke?”

            “No!” She exclaimed. “I was just wondering like, what do you do that would make you afford this.”

            I’ve been avoiding this question. I didn’t want to tell her that I’m the leader of the biggest drug gangs here in Chicago.

“I work at a car dealership.” This was partially true. I did work there but that was just my cover up for the big shit. I didn’t want to tell her that because, she might not want to be with me.

I know one day I’ll have to tell her the truth but shit, that day was not going to be today.

“Oh, really?” She made a face.

“What was that face for?” I asked.

“Nothing. You don’t seem like the type that would waste your day away selling cars to people.”

“Really? So, what you think I do?”

“I don’t know. Rob banks.”

“Damn, really? That’s what you think of me? I thought a nigga had a lil more credibility.”

            “I’m kidding.” She smiled. “If I thought you did illegal things, I sure as hell wouldn’t be sitting at this table with you right now.”

            That’s exactly why I didn’t tell her. I didn’t want her to leave out of my life. She was something special not like those other girl that I fuck once and never call em back. I wanted to be with her long-term.