Page 83 of Save Room for Us

“Yeah and?—”

“Can we focus!” I snapped, cutting Bianni off so they wouldn’t continue their story time. I hated I divulged so much shit to these bitches.

“Anyway, if you do the threesome, Asif ain’t gon’ wanna let you go. He might act like it at first, but he’ll get tired of that same old hole and be thinking about you soon enough,” Bianni reasoned, and a part of me believed the shit because of how flustered Asif was when I pushed up on his ass.

Either Anastazia wasn’t good in bed, wasn’t giving it up enough, or hadn’t given it to him at all. I couldn’t believe the latter because that wasn’t Asif’s style; he paid you no mind if you weren’t fucking him or about to.

“True, but I don’t trust these bitches out here to come in, do the job, and then leave Asif alone. I haven’t met a ho yet that don’t wanna take my place,” I said. “You can’t even say his name without bitches looking and sizing you up, wondering what you know or how you know him.”

“I would be down.” Bianni shrugged.

“Nice try, bitch, but no, for several reasons. You’ve been wanting to fuck Asif since before I even knew who he was. Notto mention, our mothers are sisters, Bianni. We too close for all that.”

Pointing her nail file at me in annoyance as Jalia laughed, Bianni said, “First off, don’t nobody wanna fuck Asif no more. That was well before you became his little concubine that I was willing to fuck him. He is cute and he got money, but he too young for me, almost a decade.

“All I was trying to do was help. We don’t gotta touch each other, Milan, but it’s better to go into that shit with someone you can trust and you know won’t try to double back on your nigga. But, it’s up to you. Get one of these thirsty bitches to help, and you’ll just be adding another ho into his rotation.” She got back to fixing my nails as I pondered.

“Let me think about it, and I will let you know.”

“Think fast ’cause you know his crew is in the club tonight, and we going. This would be perfect timing, while he got liquor and shit in his system, to present the opportunity,” Jalia stated.

“I said let me think for a second.” I gave her a look, and she threw her hands up.

Bianni didn’t comment, only looked up from my hands briefly before focusing back on the job.

On one hand, she was right that she would be a better pick for this threesome, but at the same time, Bianni had been hard up for Asif for months before I ran into him and caught his attention. And I hadn’t forgotten the dust she paid me for a month straight over it, so I couldn’t be sure if she was only doing this to help or because she wanted her chance with my man.

Later that night…

“This shit is live!” Jalia fixed her dress, popping her gum as the club danced to “Moist” by Eric Bellinger. Bianni thankfully couldn’t make it tonight. If she had, I felt like she’d be trying to pressure me into that threesome.

K CAMP rapped over the beat as people sweated up a storm, filling the large ass venue with the smell of bodies, weed, and a cocktail of perfumes and colognes.

Jalia stayed close to me as I looked around for Asif and his crew. I saw Free, so I pointed him out to Jalia before we started that way.

“Fine ass Milan.” Free grinned as I entered the section already filled with half-naked ladies, one’s head bouncing in Low’s lap.

“Hey.” I gave him the lightest hug possible. “Jalia, this is Free.”

“Hey.” She smirked, shaking his hand, holding her tongue between her teeth, something she always did when she was plotting.

Free worked for Asif, so he wasn’t hurting for cash. Asif made so much money even the niggas at the bottom of the pyramid were caked up. It explained why niggas wanted to be down with his crew.

Free’s opulence was made obvious by his jewelry, fresh haircut, Louis Vuitton fit, and pleasant cologne. Some niggas just looked like money, and Free was one of them.

Clearly peeping that Jalia would be some for sure pussy, Free offered, “You want a drink?”

“I do. Whatever you got.” Jalia followed him, glancing back at me excitedly as if bringing her around Free was a gift.

I smiled back, looking around to see if I spotted Asif, but he wasn’t here. I could pick that man out of a crowd in under a second. I didn’t want to sit down because the whole Money Fiends crew was here, and if they weren’t being straddled or engaging in sexual activity with one of the many women up here in the VIP, they would be trying to get with me which was bold of them.

“Damn, I like that dress.” One dude named Yona came up to me as I peered over the balcony, searching for Asif there. He just wasn’t here yet; I realized as I checked the time on my Rolex.

I should’ve known because he always came to shit like this late, then would dip after half an hour. I just wasn’t used to being a waiting party. Right now, I would usually be fucking him, then we’d show up together, leave, then go back at it. Ugh. I hated this.

“Thank you.” I adjusted the patchwork dress that clung to me like plastic wrap. My heels were so high I was on my tiptoes, and my hair and makeup were perfect.

Asif loved to see me in heels like this and short dresses, so I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist me. However, I wanted to get him alone, fuck him, and maybe talk him into not cutting me off before I resorted to the threesome shit with Bianni.

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