Fell for a Savage

CHAPTER 1: KIMORA LESLIE

The blinking of the gas light on the dashboard came on just as I took the exit to get home. My feet were killing me because I had been in the mall for a few hours. My fiancé had pissed me off earlier today, so i needed some retail therapy. I was feeling better-until now. This was just one more reason, added to the already long list, why my fiancé just wasn't the man for me. While I was growing up, I had never, I mean never seen my mother have to deal with something as small as putting gas in her car. My daddy always had that handled for her. Daniel, My fiancé, always complained about me not cooking, always spending money, and blah blah but he couldn't even put gas in my car for me. All of the things that my daddy taught  me about how a man was supposed to treat me seemed to be thrown out the window. I've tolerated a lot of shit from Daniel and honestly, I was sick of it.

I met Daniel three years ago at a club downtown-his club. Magnificent, was-yes was, one of the hottest clubs at that time. Because of who my daddy was, I didn't really have a lot of responsibility. Even now I don't, I'm still a spoiled brat. Going out was my thing, especially with my girls. My best friend, Nichole, suggested the club. I had heard about it around town, but never went until that night. When we got there, I was happy I had made the decision because it was popping. We were in there shoulder to shoulder. My friends and I were looking good and smelling good, so of course the niggas were trying to get our attention. As usual, my friends played into the attention. I didn't. Niggas around here didn't even come close to my standards. I was a kept bitch, and I wasn't apologizing for that. My daddy had me spoiled rotten, I got whatever I wanted, when I wanted it. I wanted my man to treat me the same way. In order for that to happen these niggas needed to have some money. Most of them pretended to have it and I saw right through all of them. Plus, I couldn't bring just anyone home to daddy, he would see right through their fake shit too, just like he saw through Daniel. I should've listened to my daddy, but I was already in love with his ass-or I was in love with who I thought he was.

Daniel was in the club that night and he wasn't hard to miss. His hazel-nut colored skin glowed under the strobe lights, and he was looking good as hell in the Armani suit he sported. I knew it was Armani because my daddy kept a closet full of them. The watch on his wrist was subtle, but i knew it cost money. His hair was cut low on his head and his lining was fresh. I found myself staring at him and he was staring back. When he made his way over to me, he charmed me instantly with his bright smile and slight dimple. Once he said he owned the club, I knew right than he was the one for me. At least, that was than and this was now.

In the beginning, Daniel spoiled me to no end. He didn't do all of things my father did for my mom, like fill my damn tank with gas, pull out my chair, or open my door, but I still let it slide. Besides all of that he treated me like a princess. My daddy didn't like his ass, he still didn't, and at the time I didn't care. He wasn't in the streets, he was was business man and i loved that. A nigga in the street life wasn't what I wanted, even though it's who my daddy is. Daniel was perfect for me. Now, all he does is complain about how I don't have any goals and he's constantly throwing hints like he made a mistake in proposing to me. If my daddy or brother, knew how he'd been treating me, they'd kick his ass or worse. I saved him every time, because i'm still in love with the man he was.

My ringing phone brought me from my thoughts. I looked at the dashboard and saw that it was my brother, the other reason why I was so spoiled. I hit the green phone on the steering wheel.

"Yes?" I answered, i was slightly aggravated because pumping gas was something I really hated. I usually had my brother or daddy to fill it up, but I had completely forgot about gas, until now.

"Whats good baby? Where you at?" He asked and i could hear the wind in the background, he was obviously driving. Probably coming from by one of his hoes. My brother was handsome, so he had a girl for each day of the week. It was sad.