Page 130 of Save Room for Us

She scoffed again and shook her head.

“She know you were trying to fuck Bianni? Does she know you were still fucking me while trying to get with her? Letting me suck you off while you talked to her on the phone.”

“I never tried to fuck Bianni?—”

“How do I know that?”

“’Cause if I tried, I would’ve succeeded. You so fucking stupid you don’t even realize when muthafuckas in yo’ circle is hating. That ho been wanting to top me off since the beginning and doing her best to put you on my shit list just ’cause I won’t dig her out. And you were falling right into her fucking trap, about to get yo’self possibly murked or cut the fuck off completely.” I kept it real, watching Milan drop her head momentarily. “I may have been fucking you, but I wasn’t with Anastazia, not like I am now, and I wastextingher while you sucked me off, different shit.”

“Not really.”

“And you better not say shit either. Try even a little bit to make Anastazia think I been fucking on you this whole time and I’m gon’ smoke you, Milan. That’s on everything I fucking love. I will dead you with no muthafuckin’ remorse if you make that woman doubt me.”

I was serious as a fucking heart attack too. If Anastazia stopped fucking with me over Milan’s big ass mouth, I would be on some murder shit.

Her eyes darted around my face like a fucking pinball machine as she processed my words. I could see a slight hint of astonishment.

“Wow,” she whispered. “So if this was her right here saying this, it’d be a celebration and not an interrogation, huh?”

“What you think? Stop asking shit you know the answer to but really don’t wanna know the answer to, Milan.”

“I hate you, for real.” She shook her head. “I love you so much I fucking hate you, Asif!” she screamed. “You don’t give a fuck about me! You used me until you found another bitch, and that’s fucked up! You knew how I felt about you and you just?—”

“I just what?” I stood. “Told you the fucking truth? Let you know every fucking chance I got that it was never gon’ be you? Suggested we stop fucking around because, despite yo’ words, I could see you were too fucking invested?” I frowned. “I kept shit real with you, Milan, to prevent this shit, to prevent you feeling like I played with yo’ emotions and shit, but again, you think what you want. You draw yo’ own fucking narrative. You don’t give a fuck about me being with Anastazia. You mad ’cause I won’t still fuck with you at the same time. No woman who love me would be willing to share me.”

“What else am I supposed to do, Asif? I can’t make you stop fucking with her and be with me, so I compromised!”

“Exactly. Youcan’t make me stop fucking with her, and you know why? ’Cause it’s not you for me, love. When she told me to cut off my roster, I did that shit with no hesitation. The right woman ain’t gon’ have to make much of a fucking peep to get the right nigga to do what he s’posed to.”

“So she told you not to fuck with me?” Milan was seething, missing my whole fucking point.

“Look, get me that pregnancy test, and then we gon’ go from there. We ain’t got shit to talk about or discuss until I get that. Dip.” I walked past her to the door to open it.

Walking toward it and pausing in front of me, she asked, “How down will Stazi be when she learns you got a baby on the way?”

“Not sure. But if she can’t handle it, then that’s not the woman for me. However, I highly doubt that’s gon’ even be an issue for us.”

Milan shook her head with a sniffle and switched off. While I didn’t love Milan, I had love for her out of history and wasn’t trying to have to murk her ass, but I would. Not to mention, I wasn’t the biggest fan of killing females.

Hours later and I was done with my workday, ready to go back to my crib where I knew Anastazia and Sophie were already. That thought alone brought a nigga solace. I didn’t understand how niggas had shit like this and fucked it up. Same time, I understood why niggas took certain shit to the grave in order to hold onto it. I would be sick as fuck if I lost this dynamic I had at the moment.

As soon as the elevator to my penthouse opened, the smell of some good ass food hit me as I spotted Sophie and Anastazia on the floor coloring. Baby girl loved to color, and I made a mental note to get some shit to nurture that.

“Hi.” Anastazia sat up, glowing and smiling. Her curly hair was clipped up at the top with a little bit hanging down her back.

I couldn’t respond immediately as I took her in, in one of my shirts and some of those thigh-length shorts that clung to her sexy thighs.

“Hi, Sif!” Sophie echoed her mama.

“What’s up, pretty girl?” I washed my hands and made my way to Sophie, who was already up and running to me.

Her mother followed, leaning up as much as she could to meet my lips for a kiss.

“Are you hungry?” she asked, and I nodded.

Tugging Anastazia back to me I said, “One more.” After we kissed again I shook my head saying, “Tasting like fucking sunshine and rainbows or some shit, woman.” I smirked as she cracked up, walking off. “Shit. You fine as hell, girl,” I commented on her walk and she chuckled at me, playfully rolling her eyes.

“How you?” Sophie quizzed, shocking me as I sat down at the table with her.

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