Page 73 of Save Room for Us

“I’ve been busy! I don’t just sit in the house waiting for orders to come through! I have a life!” Milan ran off in reply.

When Low and Free started laughing with their high asses, Milan’s complexion reddened.

“Aye, let me holla at you outside,” I leaned and whispered into her ear.

“Okay.” She half smiled, mood improved just that quickly. Most niggas would love shit like that, but it scared a nigga to know I controlled her emotions. It made me wonder how she would react when I cut her ass off like Anastazia requested I do.

Initially, I wasn’t gon’ cut Milan off. I was just gon’ stop fucking with her, but I realized Milan was too on a nigga for that. She would do shit like this—pop up on me and act like all was well—if I tried to just ghost her. Therefore, I had to sit her down and actually tell her what the fuck was up to get the results I wanted, which was for her to move the fuck on.

We ventured outside of the restaurant, where I leaned up against the wall, watching the cars fly up and down Pico, throwing my hand up lazily to a few niggas who hung out their car windows just to speak to a nigga.

“Milan—”

“They love you.” She smiled, eyes sparkling as she wrapped her arms around my torso. “I do too.” She kissed my neck, knowing lips were off limits. “You think you can give some of my clothes from my shop to Yolani now that she’s basically your sister-in-law? Because if she posts a picture in one of my outfits, it will blow up.

“I don’t like them other bitches your brothers are with, too stuck-up and for no reason. I got a few homegirls that could snatch their husbands and have them looking like whodunit and why?” She giggled. “That’s crazy because Yolani should be the stuck-up one, not them hos. They don’t have as big of a following as she does anyway, so I wouldn’t dare give them none of my shit to?—”

“I can’t do that.” I cut her off so I wouldn’t tear my ears from my fucking head just to stop hearing her prattle on constantly.

“Why? Baby, this would really help me get my business off the ground and?—”

“Stop talking for a second, Milan, so I can say what the fuck I gotta say.” I removed her hands from being wrapped around me.

“Oh, right. Sorry, dad—baby.” Taking my hands, she simpered. “What did you wanna discuss?”

I regarded her for a minute, watching the way her face lit up as she nibbled on the corner of her lip like I was about to ask her to be my wife or some shit.

“I fuck with you, Milan, and you cool, but we gotta part ways for good.”

“What?” She stepped back from me, brows dipped as she threw my hands back to my sides. “No! No, I won’t let you do it this early!”

“You can’t control what I do.” I kept it calm, and I could see she was seething like a muthafucka as her eyes misted over.

“You haven’t even given me a chance to prove myself and be better than her!”

“That’s not possible. I told you before that I met somebody.” I stroked my beard, wondering how much a nigga should divulge after I’d already made it clear a minute ago. “I explained to you that I met somebody I fuck with on some real shit, and if I want it to go the distance, I can’t be messing with other females.”

“I cannot believe this shit,” she mumbled almost to herself.

“Milan, you know?—”

“That Stacy or Stazi bitch, really? I fucking hate her and her ugly ass sister!”

The stray toward Leeci was wild.

“Watch ya fucking mouth, and you know her name.” I straightened up a bit, towering over her. “ItisAnastazia, you know that. Been told you that shit, but as usual, you hear whatthe fuck you want to. Going forward, I wanna pursue that shit full time, so we can’t fuck around.”

“Oh my goshhhh!” She hollered out, clearly jolting Free and Low inside because I heard the rickety wooden chairs they were sitting in screech as if they were about to reach for their heat. “You can’t do this to me, Sif! I have been here this whole time! How the fuck can you just move me out the way for a whole new woman!” She tried to wipe her nose, but it was a futile ass effort, as it continued to run along with her eyes.

Folding my arms, I watched Milan, unmoved.

“You knew from day one that this shit was a possibility. I been told you I wasn’t looking for nothing serious. I never promised you shit, love. On top of that, I been explained to you why you could never be my girl, and not only did you continue to do the shit, you acted like you fucking understood. I also told you if I met a woman I wanted, I would have to axe you. You said cool. I then told you when Anastazia gave me word, I was gon’ let you know and end our shit and again you acted like you comprehended that shit. So why you acting like this is mystifying to me.”

“I mean, yeah, I said that, but I didn’t think it was gonna happen this soon and for real! I thought over time, you would change your mind once I showed you a different side of me!”

“Lower ya voice and talk like you got some sense, Milan. You either gon’ speak like an adult, or we not gon’ continue this conversation that don’t even need to be a fucking conversation.”

She huffed, covering her face and shaking her head as she sobbed. This shit was partially my fault for going against my word and keeping her ass around, knowing she wasn’t retaining any of the shit I’d said to her no matter how much she claimed to. Nothing I said mattered so long as I was still dicking her down. So whether Anastazia wanted me to stop or not, I needed to.

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