Page 134 of Save Room for Us

“It would, and I can make it happen. I just have to get him comfortable with me, and then he can come over one night, and you can just ask him.

“Sounds like a plan.” Brian glowed, making me feel accomplished for once as I sat back some to continue eating this spaghetti that all of a sudden tasted like a gourmet meal.

GUESS WHO’S COMING TO DINNER…

I couldn’t take my eyes off the massive estate that Lisara now resided in with my ex. It had been heavily renovated with many additions. The homes that used to be on either side of it were gone, and now the St. Thomas home took up both areas.

My mouth hung open a bit as I pulled through the gates and went up to park on the roundabout driveway.

After parking, I checked my makeup and then grabbed my clutch purse before climbing out. I didn’t want them seeing what car I drove, but I had no choice, really. Not like we had money for me to rent a luxury vehicle. Dammit, I wanted Prime to think I had a new rich man, but he’d definitely see that wasn’t the case once he sighted my truck.

“Hey.” Asif answered the door moments after I rang the doorbell.

“Hi, baby. Still no hug?” I simpered up at him as I stepped inside.

Last time I saw him, he was a little boy, and now he was so tall I had to tilt my head back to look at him, even in heels. It was surreal.

“We in the dining hall.” He started toward it, and I followed, sighing dejectedly as I trailed behind him.

It would be harder than I thought getting close to him. He was much more shut off than his father had been. After a few attempts, Prime would eventually bend, but Asif was giving me nothing.

As I stepped into the room, I saw a table full of people, including Lisara, Prime, a beautiful young dark-skinned girl that looked exactly like Lisara with a sprinkle of Prime, especially in her amber and green eyes. Then there was another pretty brown-skinned woman there, too, with curly hair she had pinned back at the top while the rest hung down. She was beautiful but didn’t look like the other girl, so I surmised she may have been Asif’s girlfriend and not Lisara and Prime’s other child.

“Nori, you know my parents, but this is my little sister Banks.” Asif gestured to the young Lisara look alike.

“Nice to meet you.” I smiled at her, trying to ignore Prime.

He looked just as fine as he used to, only older, but it somehow added to his sexiness. It was only then did I realize I still loved him and was very much attracted to him. It made me hate Lisara’s ass even more. I just had to remind myself that outside of his looks and pockets, he was a zero out of ten.

“You too.” She gave a half-smile.

Going to sit down by the other woman, Asif said, “This is my girlfriend, Anastazia.”

“Nice to meet you, Nori. You can call me Stazi if you’d like.” The young girl stood, smiling, and reached to shake my hand. Iobliged, feeling Lisara and Prime watch me like a hawk as I took my seat on the other side of Asif.

I noticed Asif and his girlfriend were quite close, sharing a quick kiss as a chef entered the room to bring everyone their meal of filet mignon, loaded mash potatoes, and maple parmesan green beans. It smelled amazing, and the garlic butter melting on top of my steak had my stomach growling ferociously. These were the meals I was used to.

“So Stazi, how long have you been with my son?” I asked once everyone began to eat.

She was beautiful, and I already didn’t like her. I could tell Asif was smitten with her, and it annoyed me for some reason. He couldn’t evenhugme but couldn’t stop touching this girl since I’d gotten here. I could sense his possessiveness of her only ten minutes into the visit.

I never saw myself as one of those types of mothers, but I guess I was because seeing Asif with her brought about another type of jealousy, more than seeing that Prime was still married to Lisara. I’d decided right then that I didn’t like her for him, and I hoped he fucked her over.

“Some months now. We started up this year.” She nodded as his lips pressed to her shoulder, making her smile. I stifled a scoff.

“I see.” I put my wineglass to my lips, taking her in. “Is it serious?”

“It is,” Asif answered for her.

“You guys are pretty young. Do you think you should be so serious? When I was your age, Stazi, I wanted to hit the clubs and stuff still,” I commented, chuckling.

“When you was older too,” Prime mumbled, and I spotted Lisara elbowing him in response.

“I’m thirty, so I’m not interested in club hopping anymore,” Stazi replied, surprising me. I’d taken her to be around Asif’s age. She still was, but I pegged her to be maybe younger.

“Oh, I see. You like younger men?” I frowned a bit.

“Aight, we not here for you to interrogate Anastazia,” Asif interjected. “Don’t ask her shit else.”

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