No Ordinary Love

5

"You won't tell me what's wrong with you, I don't know what else to do, Tanya." The vehicle was moving so fast, he was lane switching as if NYPD weren't hungry for victims.

I nearly winced at the sound of my middle name, it reminded me of my father, and after the revelation of his past actions, he was on my shit list. I blamed myself for being naive and easily manipulated, but you'd think that your parent would be the last of people to fuck you over.

In any aspect.

"Can you slow down, and put that out, I don't want to smell that."

I heard him take a few more pulls before putting the earthly plant to ashes. The vehicle was still moving at a speed that was well above the city's limit. So when the familiar sirens of people we last wanted to hear sounded off, I was in no surprise.

"Shit," he gritted through his teeth. It took everything in me to not smack my lips. Instead, I wrapped my sweater tighter around myself and laid my head on the cold glass.

"License and registration, please."

His voice was rough as sandpaper, but his approach was nothing less than nice. I prayed to God we left with a ticket and in one piece. But, I knew when my fiancé rolled his tinted window down that we'd leave with less than that. The odor left behind was as potent as it was when he sparked up, my jaw clenched in frustration because I knew what was bound to happen next.

Rihmeek handed him the needed information then rolled his window up. He placed his cold hand on my thigh, trying to reassure me that everything would be fine. It took everything in me to not act ugly with the hardheaded man, but I kept my cool, especially in a predicament like now.

"Can you step out of the vehicle for me?"

My thighs were covered with goosebumps, I felt the winter breeze enter the car and overpower the strong heat that was blowing in my face. My cheeks were hot, I was beginning to sweat underneath all three layers of clothing I had on. The driver's door closed and the only thing I was left with was hot air blowing and the low music playing from the foreign car's radio.

Just my luck, there was a soft knock—a complete contrast compared to how chaotic everything was—on my window.

I rolled the window down and shivered as the snow flakes landed on my nose. My stomach was instantly filled with butterflies when that familiar scent was blown into my face.

Officer Knowles.

"Can you step out of the vehicle ma'am?"

I rolled the window up, she was polite enough to open my door for me and lend me a helping hand.

"Thank you, officer." I muttered lowly, I was ashamed. I'd went ghost for my own personal reasons, but who deserved to ever get ghost in the mist of an intimate moment? No one. I couldn't think about my buried love I had for the police officer at this given moment, though. All I could think about was the weed Rihmeek had in the car.

I stood up and shoved my hands into my coat pockets. The snow beneath my Fendi thigh high boots crunched and melted as my feet sunk into the pavement.

All I could do was pray nothing bad occurred while I waited in the cold. We should've been in someone's church on a Sunday morning anyway, this wasn't anything but the devil himself.

I often allowed my fiancé to withdraw from the place of worship, but I was deeply beginning to regret it. My mother would be deeply disappointed in me, hell, I'm deeply disappointed in myself.

A warm, gloved hand on my lower back reminded me of the truth—I never got over her. Those five fingers lingered on my now heated skin for a mere second before I was helped back into the car.