Page 159 of Save Room for Us

“Aight.” I hung up, frustrated as fuck. I’d never been in a situation where I wanted to wipe a muthafucka from this earth but couldn’t.

Cedric’s ass was lucky, but he wouldn’t be for long. He was dying the same night the judge read that verdict. And he’d better hope it was in my woman’s favor.

“I feel like tonight is gonna be wild.” Anastazia giggled as we pulled up to the big ass Hollywood club.

Tonight was Free’s birthday party, and the nigga had gone all out like he did every fucking year.

“Why?” I laughed, bending the corner to get to the expensive ass parking lot. She was right but that was just how Free liked to get down.

“Because Free is a wild character.”

“That’s true.”

I paid for parking, letting the attendant nigga know not to allow anybody to block my shit in. He agreed, and I led Anastazia to the front where we were given wristbands and promptly let inside.

“Swimming Pools” by Kendrick Lamar had the whole room with their cups in the air as they rocked to the beat. I escorted Anastazia over to Free’s section where I spotted Low and a couple of the niggas from the team to which I dapped up. The section was already full of half-naked bitches, some strippers, and some club attendees.

“Told you.” Anastazia looked up at me, squeezing my hand as I chuckled. “Happy birthday, Free.” She smiled.

“This is the best gift right here.” He side hugged her.

“Watch it, nigga.” I shot him a look, sitting down and pulling her into my lap.

The Hennessy was plentiful, so I poured myself some while looking for a hostess to get Anastazia a drink.

“I’ll drink that.” She looked down into my face, beauty very much visible even in this somewhat dark ass club.

“Cognac?” I frowned, never having seen this girl drink dark shit. She was frowning over a fucking beer first time we talked for real.

“Yep.” She picked up one of the upside-down glasses, filled it with ice, and turned to me.

Shaking my head, I poured a little bit into her glass, and she lifted her brows, telling me to pour up some more.

“Anastazia.”

“Asif.” She lifted the glass again, so I poured up some more.

She took a sip, and I couldn’t help but to laugh at the fact that she tried to take it like a G, but the shit was written all over her fucking face.

“Baby, let me go get you a drink.” I chuckled.

“No, this is perfect.” She downed it, shocking the fuck out of me.

For the next half an hour, she helped me drink half the damn bottle of Hennessy, and I could tell she was feeling good. She always showed that pretty smile, but it was OD at the moment. I loved the sight, though, so I wasn’t even tripping.

She rose up, giving me a view of her body in the short skirt she wore, making me lick my lips absentmindedly. Her hair was straightened at the moment, hanging down her exposed back since she had on a top that was short and tied around her neck. That quickly, my dick was hard and only got harder as she began to dance in my lap.

Feeling some song by Beyoncé that had come on, she turned to face me, and the cheerleader-like skirt came up a little bit in the midst, giving me a peek.

“I like yo’ type of dances,” I half joked. “You showing pussy.” I put my glass down to rub the backs of her silky thighs.

“Just for you.” She put her leg up on the space next to me, giving me access, so I took the shit.

Peeking under her skirt, I could see right through the pink, lacy ass fabric, making me kiss her below.

“I love that shit,” I said, referring to the landing strip. Majority of the bitches I had fucked over the years were completely bald or bore a peach fuzz, but never this shit right here.

I didn’t know if it was how it looked or if it was the fact that it was on Anastazia, but that shit turned me on. She had hair nowhere else on her pussy but that landing strip. Even the back had no hair.

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