Page 129 of Save Room for Us

My father cracked up and said, “Exactly what Lisara’s ass had me on, as you can tell.” After laughing, he said, “But I will get back with you when Lisara gives me her answer.”

“Aight.”

Once I hung up, I let out a breath. I wanted my peoples to tell me I was wrong about this Nori shit, but deep down, I knew it wouldn’t even fucking matter. I was never wrong when I had a feeling about a muthafucka, and this was no different.

DAYS LATER…

As I studied the mockups of the loans Boris had sent me, my office phone rang. I chuckled, thinking about the shit Unique told me of Diamond but smothered it as I put the phone to my ear.

“Asif.”

“Hey, you have a visitor here by the name of Milan Fellows. Should I send her back?”

Dropping the phone from my face for a second, I thought about it before picking it back up and saying, “Go ’head.”

Shaking my head, I waited for the soft knocks before Diamond opened the door and waved for Milan to enter. She switched in wearing a tight ass skirt and top that was barely holding onto her titties. I nodded for Diamond to close the door instead of offering Milan any refreshments, and she obliged.

“Hi.” Milan sat down, taking my office in while holding her purse in her lap.

“You better have a hell of a reason for showing up here right now, Milan.”

“Well, you don’t answer the phone or text back anymore.” Her voice shook, and the tears had started to well up al-fucking-ready.

“Why you here?” I asked dryly, wishing I wasn’t in this bank right now so I could yoke her ass up. Showing up to my business like this had me hot on another fucking level.

Fidgeting with her eyes in her lap, she said, “I came here because I needed to tell you that I’m pregnant.”

“By who?” I asked calmly.

I never hit Milan raw, at least not in her pussy, only other places when we would fuck at her crib, and she’d claim to have no condoms. The first time she tried that shit, I told her if she ain’t have one, I would have to leave or fuck her in the ass, and she agreed to the latter. I was shocked, to say the least, thinking she would’ve let a nigga go or pull the condom out, but I was wrong. After that, she would occasionally be on her freak shit and want me to do it, trying to be a pleaser to a nigga that wasn’t hers.

“You, Asif.” She sniffled. “You are the only man I’ve been with in the past year. You’re the one who has been dipping in other bitches this whole time.”

“You choosing to remain ‘faithful,’” I used air quotes, “to a nigga that ain’t promised you shit is on you.”

“So you would’ve kept fucking with me if I let another nigga smash? Yeah right, Asif. You want what’s yours and don’t like other niggas messing with it.”

“You right, but not when it comes to this shit we had going on. It wasn’t exclusive. If you wanted to fuck another nigga, you could’ve done that, and I would’ve still been fucking you when I wanted to. I don’ hit plenty of bitches that ain’t loyal to me, ’cause they not mine, and I don’t give a fuck. Long as I’m not raw dogging and not licking on that shit, you can do whatever the fuck you want with it. It ain’t mine.”

“Whatever.” She scoffed, rolling her teary eyes. “I don’t believe you.

“That’s yo’ fucking problem, Milan, not listening to what the fuck I’m telling you. We not like that. I don’t feel that way about you, and I tell you that shit all the time, yet you hear what the fuck you wanna hear.”

“Regardless, I’m pregnant and it’s yours. Ask around, and no nigga can say they’ve fucked me since I’ve been fucking you.”

“Where the test?” I stroked my beard.

“I didn’t bring it with me because I didn’t think you wouldn’t trust me. I figured you knew how loyal I was to you.”

Chuckling in an irritated fashion, I said, “Milan, you may have been loyal with ya pussy, but you wasn’t loyal in any other capacity. A bitch loyal to me don’t shake her ass on other niggas and goad them into commenting on her in a sexual manner. A woman loyal to me don’t seek validation from any other nigga but me. So while I may have been the only nigga running up in you, and that’s a big fucking maybe, don’t preach to me about nofucking loyalty. Loyalty is about more than what you say out yo’ fucking mouth.”

“Asif—”

“Same time, any woman I’m not in a relationship with and ain’t pledged my own loyalty to, gon’ have to run me a DNA test, and I gotta see that fucking pregnancy test too. Once I see that, we can get a DNA on the unborn. I ain’t trying to wait until it get here.”

Shaking her head, she whimpered a little before snatching a tissue off my desk and dabbing her eyes. “Is your loyalty pledged to Stazi?”

“Absolutely.”

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