Page 81 of Save Room for Us

“No, he’s married to Yolani. Let’s leave him out,” I said, only because she was the only one of the ladies I liked.

“Girl, fuck that!” Jalia exclaimed.

“Right. I love your songs, girl, but that don’t mean your man’s dick can’t get slurped!” Bianni chimed in, causing us all to crack up.

“Who are the others? I forgot their names, but we know the famous ones already.”

“There is Lequay; I think he’s right under Khari. His wife is a real stuck-up bitch, think she got that nigga in the bag, but he be looking bored,” I said, making the ladies giggle.

“That’s how it be. These hos do the most to get a nigga, then start slipping. Is he fine?”

“All are fine. They all look alike with some a smidgen finer than others. I don’t care who y’all get at. Just leave Asif to me,” I explained. “But other than Lequay, there is Bashar; he’s the sophisticated thug type. Giving James St. Patrick vibes. His wife is a bitch too.”

I hated Analicia because she’d indirectly ruined my life. Had she never gotten with Bashar, her sister wouldn’t be around to steal Asif from me. And for that, I hoped one of my friends fucked her husband.

“Ooh, I love a nigga that can take care of me with legit funds and can dress up in a suit.” Bianni purred before we all guffawed.

“Well, get on it, sis, because I’m trying to get like you. Next time there is a function, get us the invite, even if the wivesarethere,” Jalia said.

“Y’all gon’ be ready to fight?” I quizzed.

“Yep, especially with my fave Yolani ’cause I’m gon’ sue the fuck out of that bitch if she so much as bumps into me!” she hollered. “I paid almost six hundred dollars for tickets to her last concert; she ought to let me fuck Cemone freely just for that.”

We erupted in laughter.

“Y’all are crazy, but I got you. It may not be for a while, though, because according to Asif, he can’t fuck with me no more,” I admitted, though I didn’t want to. But all this talk about hooking them up reminded me of the access I’d lost. “Shit is bad, y’all. I offered this nigga sex, and he told me no.”

In the past Asif had gotten mad at me and threatened to stop fucking with me, but he’d never followed through. He’d also never pulled me to the side to tell me straight up that he was done. By saying that, this whole scenario was different due to more than just him denying sex.

“Your spoiled ass,” Jalia scoffed, scrolling on her phone.

“I may be spoiled, but I know my nigga, and he loves pussy. That man has been hot with me but will still smash. And his sex drive is through the roof.”

“Oh, we know from witnessing your craziness.” Bianni started applying my nails while referring to the time I wilded out over Asif fucking another girl the same night he’d fucked me hours before.

Only reason I didn’t stay to give him another round was because I had plans with my friends, and lo and behold, word got back to me that not long after we parted ways, he was breaking another bitch’s back in.

“So he single?” Jalia put her phone down for a second finally.

Rolling my eyes, I replied, “Yes. He’s always been single, let him tell it, but he was always still mine. It was like this unspoken thing.”

“Hmm, well, now that he ain’t unspokenly yours, maybe I should shoot my shot.” Bianni looked to Jalia, trying to make a joke out of it, but I wasn’t so sure.

She’d been there at the club the night I met Asif and was a little peeved at me the next morning when she’d found out I spent the night with him, riding that dick until it was raw.

“Girl, please. His new bitch is old but not yo’ type of old. You need to stick with one of them older Comptons,” I half joked… well, shit, I quarter-joked because the majority of my statement was true. Bianni had better watch it when it came to Asif.

“Ho, I’m only thirty-four. How old is the new one? And you didn’t say shit about a new girl being around.” Bianni stopped filing my nails for a second.

“She’s like twenty-nine or thirty, I don’t know. You know that man has mommy issues…” I slipped up, pausing for a second out of regret. Clearing my throat, I continued. “And with me being only a year older, I guess that wasn’t old enough for him.”

“Mommy issues, huh?” Jalia chimed in.

“Y’all, forget I said that shit. I didn’t mean to say it. Do not go around telling people he got mommy issues, aight?” I glanced between them both, and while Jalia nodded, Bianni rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth as if she didn’t give a fuck enough to spread that.

Asif didn’t confide in me ever, but while attending his family events here and there, I was able to conclude he wasn’t closewith his mother. Couple that with his distrust of women and keeping us all at arm’s length, I was able to piece it together.

Though he told me nothing, I knew Asif would hate me if he found out I was telling people his personal business. He was a very detached person when it came to street relationships, never showing vulnerability, unless with his family, so if he knew I was telling his private shit, I wouldn’t have even a slight chance of getting him back.

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