Page 126 of Save Room for Us

“No! We just got the new single; we need the album and tour, then you can have a baby. Don’t make me and the girls saddle up and hold Cemone hostage until you finish.” Scotland ranted.

“Y’all bet’ not kidnap my nigga. I need him.” Yolani chuckled.

“Bitch, aren’t you the one who had two babies back-to-back?” Bambi quizzed.

“Right, and probably pregnant now.” Analicia lifted her brows.

“I don’t have fans waiting on my new material, so it don’t matter what I do.” She folded her arms, batting her lashes.

“Well, we already have a plan, lady, so relax. Once I finish the album and the videos, we are gonna try for the next one. That way, by the end of my tour, I will only be like three months and can spend the rest of my pregnancy with my feet kicked up,” Yolani explained, and Scotland nodded with approval like she was her manager.

“That works for me,” Scotland said, before hugging Yolani excitedly.

Truth be told, I think we were all happy because, though she may have been a friend and family now, we still wanted that music.

“I just have to say, I admire how you move, girl,” Presley said. “Nothing suffers, not your career or your personal life.”

“Right. I be like, if Yolani can do all that shit, I can stay up working on this case a little longer.” Couture chimed in as we sniggered.

“Thank you. It’s not all me, though. I got a good man.” Yolani blushed and we could do nothing but smile as we admired the happiness that was emanating from her pores.

We relaxed for a few more hours, even deciding to play a little game before the car service Yolani arranged drove all of us home.

“You back,” Asif stated groggily as I climbed into the bed with him. Sophie was with her cousins’ cousins at the St. Thomas’ residence.

“I am.” I mounted him, removing his dick from his pajama pants.

“Whatever drink you had tonight, keep drinking it.” He watched me as I moved my panties to the side and started to slide down… well, as much as I could since he was a big boy.

I started to cream over his tip as he moaned, gripping my hips while I made my way to the base of him.

“You’re so big,” I cooed, legs clamping to his sides at the feel of him stretching me.

“Must’ve missed me. This pussy real wet, love.”

Riding him slowly, I untied the halter straps of my dress to reveal my breasts while looking into his eyes. “I did miss you, daddy.”

Eyeing me lustfully for a moment, he replied, “I fucking love you, Stazi. Cum all over this dick, baby.”

“I love you too.” I continued riding him before leaning down to kiss him as he used his hands on my ass to bounce me on his dick at the perfect pace.

Perfect ending to a perfect night…

ONE WEEK LATER…

I drummedmy fingers on the table as I waited for my mama to enter the restaurant. It was a Tuesday, so the place was pretty sparsely populated, which was good and bad. I didn’t want too many muthafuckas seeing me with her, in case shit went left, but at the same time, I didn’t have to worry about being eavesdropped on if shit went left.

Hearing the hostess of this hotel eatery speak made me look up from my phone to see my mother. I still recognized her, and to my surprise, she looked good, too fucking good. She looked like her life hadn’t missed a beat, and for some reason, that shit pissed me off. I guessed I wanted her ass to be going through it, knowing how she did me then abandoned a nigga, but I guessed God had other plans for her ass.

“Nori.” I stood as she reached the table, pulling out her chair.

“I can’t have a hug?” She paused. Shit was weird seeing her with the same hair color she always had of golden brown. She’d aged a bit, as expected, but nothing surprising.

“I’m good on that.” I sat down, waiting for her to do the same.

As soon as she did, but not without scoffing, a waiter approached to take our drink orders. I let Nori order an appetizer, then her meal, before I put mine in.

“You are just like Chianti, look just like him too.” She smirked, and I was failing to see what was so funny or happy about this occasion that would call for a fucking smirk or smile. “Being a gentleman even when you don’t like someone, that was this M.O.”

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