Page 109 of Save Room for Us

“Don’t say shit about what I’m gon’ tell you.”

“I don’t gossip.”

“We was about to, but when I got a little finger action, you know to test everything and make sure she was smelling right, I almost threw up when I wiped my nose, nigga.”

Silence lingered before he and I guffawed loudly on the phone.

“And you still hit? Tell me you didn’t, nigga.” I was on the edge of my seat and thanking God I didn’t attempt to fuck Diamond.

I’d run across a few women with stenches in the past, and the shit softened my dick immediately. I usually tried to tell their asses nicely what the issue was before sending their asses on. I’d never been horny or thirsty enough to slide into a bitch with a hot cat.

“Fuck outta here. I put my fingers to her nose, and she even jumped back.” I was bent over laughing by this point. “I was like, yeah, that’s you, lil mama. Told her to pack it up, and we ain’t spoken since.”

“Oh shit.” I ran my hand down my face. “That’s why she all shy now. She got humbled like a muthafucka.”

“I guess so. I blocked her ass, just in case.” He laughed along with me. “I ain’t tell you ’cause I wasn’t trying to embarrass her.”

“You know damn well I ain’t gon’ tell her that shit. Fuck wrong with you?”

“I know, but you’ll fuck around and get mad at her ass one day and tell her she had green smoke coming from ya brother’s fingers. No lie, her shit was on my fingers for three days straight. This is through two showers a day and washing my hands after using the bathroom several times a day. Thought I was gon’ have to go to the hospital for some cream or some shit.”

We chortled in unison as Anastazia walked out of the warehouse, smiling but also looking confused as to what I found so hilarious.

“What kind of cream, nigga?” I was grinning.

“Shit, pussy fungal cream or something. Shit, I don’t know. May have had to give me the Prime special and chop these two muthafuckas off.”

“Easy on my pops, nigga.” I chuckled. “I gotta go.”

“Oh shit, mini-Mrs. St. Thomas must be there.”

“She is.” I brought her into me, feeling her stare up into my face.

“Ask her if she got another sister hidden somewhere, but she gotta look like her and Analicia. I can’t deal with pungent coochie and a butter face in the same month, bruh.”

“Bye, nigga.” I hung up, cackling a little.

“Better not be a woman making you laugh like that.” She smiled as I bent down to kiss her, arm still slung around her shoulders as she hugged me.

“You the only one who can make me laugh, love.”

“I know.” She pursed her lips with a simper. “Did you hit that boy?”

“I’m gon’ take you out for lunch.” I started leading her to my car and opened the door.

“Asif.”

“Mrs. St. Thomas,” I retorted, and a grin broke through her attempt to have a serious face before she slid into my car obediently.

“Thank you, baby.”I smiled as Sophie handed me my plate she’d made in her play kitchen.

Her bedroom at Asif’s place was far better than the one at my home. As far as my moms went, it wasn’t even in the competition, because she and I shared my old bedroom which was pretty cramped with both of our things everywhere. By saying that, she loved it here, and when she mentioned going home, she always meant Asif’s penthouse.

My phone rang, and when I looked down, I saw a 310 number, making me answer it.

“Hello?”

“Hi, baby.” Cedric’s voice rattled me from within. I hadn’t heard it in so long that I’d forgotten how much it frightened and bothered me.

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