II. Industry

Chapter 7

Tamara's POV

I stepped off the bus with my Timbs hitting the concrete ground. I looked around and my eyes landed on Rashad who was dressed in all white. I eyed him for a while longer until his eyes met with mine then I quickly looked away. I haven't talked to him in about 2 days except for yesterday when we said our hellos at the studio, but that was it. I'm waiting on my correct apology from him, but with how stubborn he is, I might not get it right now.

"Tamara," I heard his voice call while he walked over to me.

A light shade of red came over my cheeks. I looked up in his direction as I felt my loose bun hit the back of my head.

"Baby, I'm sincerely sorry about the way I acted the other day. I was stupid and I should've approached you a different way since there's people out here tryna break us up. I can't go another day with you being mad at me and not being able to hear your voice. Baby, I'm sorry. Please, please, forgive me," He said with his hands holding onto mine.

"Get on your knees," I instructed him.

He did as told with a confused look.

"Now beg," I smirked.

"Tamara, are you for-,"

"Or you can kiss my ass," I said quoting a movie line.

He huffed. "Tamara Bahja Pullins. Please forgive me. Please, please, please! All I want is you, so please? I'm sorry, baby. I'm sor-," I put my hand up for him to stop and he smiled.

I originally had no intentions to forgive him this soon, but its hard to stay mad at him."I forgive you. Now give me a kiss," I giggled.

He stood up and dusted his pants off then lifted me up as I wrapped my legs around his small waist then let my arms hang on his shoulders. He leaned up and pressed his lips against mine as I opened my mouth to deepen the kiss then his tongue traveled into my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around his then suddenly someone cleared their throat as we separated. Rashad set me down as my dad mugged him.

"Hello, son," My dad said to Rashad.

"Hello, sir," Rashad said back.

"Hey daddy! What you doing here," I asked while smiling.

"Just came to tell you that I catch my flight to go back home today. Love you sweetheart," He smiled while giving me a goodbye hug.

"Okay. I'll miss you and I love you, too," I smiled.

"Take care of my daughter," My dad snarled.

"I will, sir," Rashad nodded.

My dad walked back to his car then left.

"He's still trying to warm up to me being pregnant. He still thinks I'm 5," I rolled my eyes.

"It's okay, baby. It don't bother me," He said while wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Yeah. I know, but you know what I want right now," I asked as we swayed while walking into the building.

"What?" He asked lightly tripping over my feet causing me to laugh.

"In order for me to fully forgive you, I want you to work on your temper," I stated while looking up at him.

He sighed then looked down at me. "Alright. I'll try,"

"Rashad, I'm serious because I don't know how your mood will go one day and I don't want you to haul off and hit me," I said low enough for us to hear.