Page 124 of Save Room for Us

“Oh, perfect! Let me get this wrapped up for you! Feel free to look around more if you’d like.” She lit up, gathering everything.

Soon as she left to the back, I could only laugh. Them stupid bitches wanted to play and ended up getting played with. These hos would learn that I wasn’t Milan, and it was gonna take more than a few looks, snarky comments, and snickering behind hands to knock me off my square.

“Why have I never been here?” Bambi asked as she, Analicia, Scotland, Presley, Couture, and I filed into the big dining room of the swanky hotel.

Yolani was having a private dinner for us, chefs and waiters included, and this shit was plush. I hadn’t expected anything less to be honest.

“Because you not a celebrity,” Couture said, making us all laugh.

“Welcome, ladies.” Yolani beamed, gesturing to the beautifully decorated table with our name cards.

We all greeted her before taking our seats, just as the bartender came over to jot down our orders, letting us know whatever we desired could be concocted.

“So how is life,Stazi?” Bambi put emphasis on my name, causing the table to break out into laughter. “We’ll learn about you wifed up bitches later.”

“She is so nosy, I swear.” Couture shook her head, laughing still.

“It’s as great as it can be, considering I’m on trial,” I said with a smirk.

“Girl, you know damn well what I’m asking.” Bambi gave me a look, sending the ladies into a fit of giggles.

“It’s great, honestly. It’s chill, and we’re like in our own little world. He’s nothing like what I’m used to, very dominate and aggressive but in a good way. But it didn’t take me long to acclimate. It was natural. But um, I didn’t realize how popular he is. I guess because I’m a nurse with a normal life and not tuned into street gossip or anything of the like, but man is Asif St. Thomas famous.”

“He is.” Scotland chuckled with a nod.

“Yeah, because his father was pretty well known, and soon as he was born, they were waiting to see how he turned out,” Couture explained. “Lequay was able to kind of keep under the radar a little more because he was the stepson, but Asif been known since he was a kid.”

“They wanted to know if he was gon’ be like his daddy,” Presley said.

“That bother you?” my sister questioned.

“No, it doesn’t bother me; it was just unexpected. It’s nice to see how many people love and respect him. It helps me when I start to worry about him going out. I know a person would have to literally be crazy or wet behind the ears to do something to him.”

“I can see that.” Yolani nodded as the bartender came to deliver our cocktails and some waters.

“Very true.” Scotland nodded, probably understanding the most since her husband used to be in the same business. “People definitely fucked with Lequay, but Asif is on another level, so I know that’s comforting.”

“It is.” I smiled, thinking about him. “And I love that he doesn’t let it get to his head and make him cocky. He’s so low-key and doesn’t have to be. On my end, I just wish my brother-in-law would let me slap some of these bitches.”

The table cracked up laughing.

“I know you don’t like talking about it, but girl, I have to give you some praise for shooting that nigga,” Yolani said, and the ladies nodded to show their agreement.

“Thank you, even though I kind of hate that I did it. I was so focused on getting away from him, getting rid of him, that I didn’t think about all of the fallout.”

“You shouldn’t hate what you did, girl. Be proud of that shit. You stood up for yourself in ways a lot of people wouldn’t or maybe couldn’t. It’s scary and you did it. That man deserved it. Should’ve acted like he had some sense ’cause now his ass is paralyzed,” Yolani replied, and the ladies began clamoring about, commenting on it.

I tried not to chuckle, but it was difficult not to. It felt good to know they thought what I did was commendable because most thought I was just evil, especially now that his condition had been released.

“Back to your new man; how is the sex?” Bambi rested her chin on her fist, sipping her lemon drop with the other hand.

Smiling as I bit my lip, I said, “It’s pretty good.”

“Pretty good?” Bambi’s brow rose.

“Yeah.” I shrugged again.

I didn’t want to divulge how I truly felt because though I didn’t think Bambi would try to fuck Asif in a million years, if I put her on to what I was experiencing, I couldn’t blame her if she tried.

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