Page 102 of Save Room for Us

The crib, dresser, and bookshelf would be delivered tomorrow evening, so we just dropped off the groceries and toys.

“I want you to come out with me for a little bit,” he said as we stood in his shower, washing off.

“Where?”

“Just riding.”

“Riding? Like a drive-by?”

“No, Anastazia.” He smiled subtly as I leaned up to kiss him. “You know damn well I wouldn’t bring you along on no fucking drive-by.”

“Damn, maybe one day.” I snapped my fingers, chuckling as he gripped my face and pecked me.

His eyes roved over me, seemingly drinking me in greedily.

He looked like he wanted to say something but instead asked, “So you coming or what?”

“You know I’ll follow you anywhere.”

Not saying a word, he kissed me, lifting me up and placing me on the elevated marble seat. Spreading my legs, he brought me to the edge and started to enter me, swallowing the moans I let out as he broke through my entrance.

After the shower, we got dressed, and I opted for a long-sleeved, turtleneck dress since we would only be riding, he’d said. I slipped my feet into some cute slip-on heels from Bottega, ran some curl cream through my hair, and then put on a fewjewelry pieces; bracelets and rings, from Cartier and Van Cleef that Asif had recently gifted to me. They were flooded with diamonds, so I couldn’t imagine how much they’d cost.

By the time I had on my Soleil Blanc perfume, I was ready to go. So was he in his dark jeans, Givenchy polo styled shirt, and sneakers. He wore a simple silver AP, a silver bracelet on the opposite wrist, and his MFM chain hung from his neck. His locs cascaded loosely like he preferred and per usual he smelled so expensive.

“Def gotta keep yo’ ass in the car.” He pinned me to the wall in the elevator as we rode down to the lobby floor of his penthouse.

We kissed lightly since my lips were covered in gloss, until the elevator doors parted for us to step off, then headed for one of his many cars in the private car park before leaving.

Tonight was perfect for us to hang out since Sophie was with Analicia to spend time with Brisa and Benton for the night. By saying that, I didn’t feel bad having my mother babysit no matter how much she claimed to enjoy my baby.

“You love this store.” I chuckled as soon as he pulled up in front of his favorite liquor store.

“My nigga Ray keep the best shit, and he used to sell me liquor when I was underage, so I fuck with cuz.” He hopped out then came around to assist me onto the curb from his burnt orange Lamborghini.

“Does Prime know that?” I jested.

“Hell nah.” He laughed as we walked into the store hand in hand.

I snickered, seeing the men stealing quick glances at me but being sure to have their eyes elsewhere by the time Asif paid them attention, slapping their hands. A few girls were outside of the store, too, watching me closely. Some had sense enough tooffer me a shit eating grin, but others couldn’t wipe their jealous thoughts from their face long enough to fake it.

“You back with this one again, huh, boy? This one is my favorite,” Ray called out, waving to me with a big ass grin on his face.

“Hey.” I waved, not missing what he’d just said and the way Asif ignored him, pulling me in front of him to hug me as we made our way to the back of the store.

My mind was going crazy the whole time Asif looked through the store for what he liked. He offered for me to get something, but I wasn’t really in the mood to snack at the moment. He got me a Clearly Canadian anyway because he knew I liked them, before he checked out and we left the store.

“Bye, Sif!” a girl called out, and he simply nodded before opening the door for me to climb in.

As soon as he pulled from the curb, I asked, “You were in the store with someone recently?”

Putting the cap back onto his water after taking a sip, he said, “Nah, but Milan’s cousin was following me around that muthafucka. That’s what Ray’s messy ass was referring to.” He ate a candy straw at the red light.

I nodded, nibbling on my nail for a second as I peered out of the window. He was calm, didn’t blow up like most niggas when lying, but at the same time, Asif was smart, calculated, and not immature enough to get buck over a simple question.

“Okay,” I finally said, feeling him glance at me before his hand landed on my thigh. “I believe you.”

“As you should, baby. Just know, I would never do some shit that would give another nigga the opportunity to have you. You beautiful, you smart, you can burn, you got good pussy, trustworthy, loyal, an amazing mother, I could go on all fucking day. Fuck would I look like giving my time to a hood rat and then having to go insane over other niggas being in yo’ face? Can’tno woman make me fuck myself up out my spot with you, love.” Sitting back and taking a sip of his Arizona, he had two drinks, something he often did, always water and something else. My eyes kept darting to the way his strong tatted arms looked in that Givenchy shirt as he gripped the can. “True enough, I’ll make whatever nigga you smiling at disappear, but I don’t even wanna have to do that shit. Now that I got you, it’s over with. Any muthafucka that was thinking about approaching you, talking to you, taking ya fucking order at Burger King should’ve done it before I got here.”

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