Page 104 of Save Room for Us

“You know what I meant. I guess Asif too good to speak.”

“Ain’t shit for us to speak about. I’m trying to let you live, but you asking for shit to go left. I see you so busy worried’bout what the fuck I’m doing, you ain’t been able to hit the showers yet, huh?” Asif finally spoke, and the whole crowd of people standing by us broke out into uproarious laughter and clamoring, embarrassing her.

It was only then that I realized the funny scentwascoming from her. It wasn’t exactly vomit worthy, but you could tell she hadn’t bathed in a few days, or she’d done something that worked up a sweat and didn’t clean up. She smelled of unwashed body and weed.

“Whatever, nigga. Only reason you with her is because you got mommy issues and she older than you!” she shot back, and when I looked back at Asif, his jaw was twitching.

I hadn’t planned to say shit to her, but the mommy issues comment pissed me off.

“From the looks of it, bitch, you older than everybody out here. At your big age, people shouldn’t have to tell you when to bathe or that them too tight ass jean shorts ain’t helping your pussy’s PH. Worry more about that tangy box and breath than what my nigga got going on. Thank me later.”

The girl, whose name I still didn’t know, stared me down like she wanted to claw my face up. I guess she knew better, though, because instead, she just switched off, bumping the shit out of Perry, who was laughing along with everyone else.

“She said that bitch pussy was tangy.” The guy standing closest to us doubled over, and I could feel Asif’s chest vibrating behind me as he chuckled along with the people standing around.

“She is older than everybody too.” The girl hugged up with Perry snickered.

“Why you so perfect?” Asif whispered against my ear, getting me hot.

Turning some to peer up into his green and gold eyes, I said, “I’m not?—”

“You are though.” He crashed his lips against mine.

“Oh shit, this nigga in love! He kissing lips in public!” Who I recognized vocally to be Free sounded off when the kiss between Asif and I intensified.

Pulling back from me, Asif said, “I gotta take you home. Right now.” He nodded to the passenger side of his vehicle to tell me to start moving.

I did as I was told, and he followed, opening the door for me. Once I was secured inside, he said his goodbyes as he rounded the car and climbed in on the driver’s side.

With his pedal to the floor, we made it to his penthouse rather quickly, where he fucked me all over the living room. Like he’d requested, I kept the chain on the entire time.

ONE WEEK LATER…

“If I haveany other notes or details, I will send them via email,” I said to Boris. He worked in the loan development department, and we’d been hard at work putting together the black homeowner shit; the scholarship would be our next feat.

Anastazia’s advice was far more helpful than I even knew at the time, and I was thankful as fuck.

“Okay, great.” He stood, reached across my desk to shake my hand, and went to exit.

As soon as he opened the door, Diamond was there waiting for me to allow her entrance. Every day I saw this girl, I hoped Unique fucking her didn’t cause me no issues. I wasn’t sure if he did, but if I knew my little brother like I thought I did, he’d smashed.

“Mr. St. Thomas, you have a call on the line from your mother. I tried to call into your office, but I remembered you had your phone silenced,” she said, sort of bashfully.

What the fuck did Unique do to this woman? I was gon’ act like I didn’t notice shit though.

“Aight, send it through.” I nodded, taking the desk phone off silent as Diamond made an about face, shutting the door to my office. The phone rang moments later, and I picked it up swiftly. “What you need, Ma?” I smiled.

“I can ask for anything?” the voice responded, making my smile drop upon realizing it wasn’t Lisara.

I should’ve known it wasn’t since everyone here usually referred to her as Mrs. St. Thomas and would continue to until I had a wife of my own, to avoid confusion.

“Who the fuck is this?” I frowned, in disbelief that I still recognized her voice all these years later, even with no fucking contact.

“Yourmother. I thought that little mousy bitch up front told you that. How many mothers do you have?”

“I only got one, and then I got the egg donor.”

She exhaled loudly out of frustration.

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