Page 138 of Save Room for Us

“I’m not gonna hit her ass as long as she doesn’t say anything else,” she told him.

Thankfully, he didn’t listen as he nodded for me to get my car. I sprinted, no matter how much my head was throbbing, and didn’t stop until I got to my truck. I hopped in, locking the door immediately before I even started it up.

Just before I pulled off, Banks stuck her tongue out at me with a frown just before it dissipated, as her father neared her mother’s car where she was. She put on a bright, innocent smile for him, just before he placed a kiss on her cheek. How she deserved a kiss from him after her behavior was mind-blowing to me.

Paying her no mind because I knew her parents wouldn’t let me fight her, and I wasn’t about to go for another round with Lisara, I sped around the roundabout and right toward the gate. As soon as it opened, I peeled off, embarrassed, humiliated, and pissed.

However, there was still hope that Asif would deal with me and eventually start breaking me off. Maybe he would start to welcome me into his life enough for me to get rid of Anastazia, too, or at least convince him to break her heart so she’d leave him.

Asif seemed to be a bit more headstrong than his father ever was, though, so I knew it would take time for all that, but I was ready and willing as long as he stayed rich.

OFF TO VEGAS…

“Remember,Mama, no sweets unless she eats her actual food because?—”

“I know, Stazi, damn. This is why we can’t wait until you leave,” my mother replied, giving Sophie a look, who only giggled as if she knew what was being said.

“That’s going to make me not go.” I cocked my head.

“Yeah right. You got that fine man standing outside the door waiting for you to head out of town. You’re going.” She scoffed.

“Okay, bye, baby.” I leaned over to kiss Sophie’s face. “Bye, Mama.” I pecked my mom’s cheek.

“Bye, baby. Have fun, and don’t think about us. I will only answer two calls a day, one in the morning and at night. None ofthat overbearing shit,” she told me as I opened the door, rolling my eyes.

As soon as I spotted Asif there, smiling and looking so handsome in his tracksuit, freshly twisted dreads hanging loosely, beard looking healthy and juicy while smelling all good, all my bad thoughts dissipated, even the ones that had been plaguing me since that ill-fated family dinner we attended.

“How you doing, Mrs. Chase?” Asif leaned over to kiss her face before taking my bags.

“Just fine. Remember what I said; don’t let her bug me,” she replied.

“I got you.” He winked, setting my bag down briefly to go in his pants. “If y’all need anything.” He handed her two thick half-folded stacks of money. “I know the princess loves brunch and shit.” He kissed Sophie, who squealed before hugging his neck for him to take her. He did so.

“Brunch?” she quizzed, making us all crack up.

“Nah, me and ya mama are leaving, but grandma can take you,” Asif responded.

“Yep, that’s where we’re headed now, baby, and to um, get some other things,” my mom said, and I knew other things were possibly shopping.

We said our goodbyes, and Asif carried my stuff to the car before opening the passenger side door for me. He helped my mom put Sophie into the car seat of her vehicle, then came to get in the driver’s side of his.

“You didn’t have to give them that money, baby,” I let him know.

“I kind of did. She watching the baby for us, and Sophie high-maintenance.” He pulled off as we snickered.

Watching the baby forus. I liked that.

“I don’t know where she got that shit from.”

“Her mama.”

“Not true!” I gasped.

“It is, but it’s cool. Daddy gon’ always take care of you.”

“You do.” I reached over to caress his healthy beard. I never knew the true meaning of living a soft life until I started up with Asif.

He did everything for me and all I did was make money, spend his, relax, get dicked down and cook for him which I loved to do. He built everything, carried everything, paid for everything, and just took care of everything. This whole relationship had been a new experience for me.

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