Page 139 of Save Room for Us

My life would be completely stress free if I weren’t on trial right now, because my man took good care of me.

“You be taking care of me too.” He rubbed my leg, brushing upward a little bit in reference to my privates.

I only giggled, shaking my head at him.

We drove for a little time, heading to the private airport since we were using his private jet.

“When you said that your mother pushed your father to cheat, do you believe that? In general, I mean, that women or whomever push a person to cheat?” I inquired. I was gonna just ignore it, but I kept thinking about his comment nonstop, so I had to bring it up.

“Nah, I don’t usually, but in their case, I kind of do. Just from shit I witnessed, seeing my father try, and she would either complain or just take and take without giving shit until she thought he was mad enough to leave her. Fucking her homegirl though, that’s some foul shit I ain’t know.” He huffed.

“Yeah.” I nodded, pondering. I didn’t think Prime would do something like that, so it shocked me too. I expected him to call her a liar, but when he confirmed through silence, I was floored.

“He was wrong for cheating, regardless, but what I meant was I could see why he did the shit. Why you ask me?” He glanced over at me as he drove.

“Just wanted to make sure we were on the same page, and you were the man I thought you were.” I half smiled. “I don’t think there is any reason to be unfaithful.”

“I agree.” He nodded. “Me and my pops are a lot alike except I have a shorter tolerance for bullshit. Told you I would’ve been left my mama,” he said as I chuckled, remembering and knowing he was serious. “I’ve never been in a real ass relationship, but I’ve always told myself if I feel like I gotta fuck another woman, it’s time to dip. I gotta move the fuck on. Can’t no woman tempt me more than the woman I’ve pledged my loyalty to, ’cause that mean she rare.” He leaned over to kiss me at the red light. “If shit ain’t right with her, you, I’m gon’ do everything I can to fix the shit. Dipping in something else is gon’ be the least of my fucking worries. I’d rather stay or be single than have to creep.”

“That’s good to hear. I like that you’d be willing to fix things if they hit a snag.”

“Long as she willing with me, unless I fucked shit up on my own, then yeah. Would never lose the woman I love over my pride or my fucking ego, and especially not over random pussy. Pussy is good, but the gratification is short lived in comparison to having that one.”

“If you’re trying to get me to fuck you on the plane, you’ve succeeded,” I partially joked but not really.

Asif laughed, cute ass, as we arrived at the private airport.

Someone greeted us as soon as we parked, taking our bags from the trunk while we walked across the landing area to get to the plane. We were greeted again by the pilot and stewardess, with champagne for me and a glass of Don for Asif.

The plane was beautiful, decked out to the max, making me take a video to send to my mother, because she’d drilled into my head that I had better show her.

“How much does it cost to own this?” I asked once seated next to him in the butter soft airplane seat.

“A lot,” he let me know, and I nodded, taking in some of the intricate details.

The plane ride was very short, under an hour, but long enough for me to give Asif a quick blowjob once the stewardess was up at the front. She, of course, figured out we were up to something because toward completion, Asif couldn’t be quiet. I loved it though.

We landed, and a car took us to the Ferrari hotel, where we were staying in the presidential suite equipped with two bathrooms, a kitchen, living room, three balconies overlooking the strip, fireplace, jacuzzi, twenty-four-hour butler service, and a luxurious master bedroom.

I freshened up, brushing, flossing, and rinsing with mouthwash but then had to just get in the shower because Asif couldn’t wait until we came back from shopping, bending me over the foot of the bed to fuck me. The man wouldn’t even let me take my panties off, simply yanking them to the side.

Once cleaned up fully, we shopped in a few of the stores located inside of the mall portion of this luxe ass hotel, where Asif basically bullied me into getting everything that I wanted. It was fun though, not just the shopping spree, but spending so much leisure time with my man. We’d come a day earlier than he was supposed to, just so he could have extra time for me out here.

It was his intentional actions that always got me. Asif was a busy man, but he made time for things he wanted to, making me realize these other niggas had no excuse. I knew he was right when he said if he ever had to leave this earth, no other man would be able to impress me after him. I believed it then, but I was truly witnessing it now.

After shopping, we got some margaritas from the margarita shop inside of the hotel and polished them off, before goingback up to the suite to clean up and change into new clothes for dinner.

“This is the best steak I’ve ever had I think.” I nodded, chewing on the exceptional cut of wagyu.

“Shitisgood. My pops probably make better ones though,” he replied, eyeing me. “You so beautiful, I ain’t wanna let you leave tonight.”

“I could tell. If I wasn’t so hungry I would’ve let you convince me.” I winked. “Can you take my picture, please?” I smiled.

“Aight, but don’t be complaining.” He took his phone out.

“I won’t.” I grinned. “No, in my phone, babe.”

“I want my own picture.” He took a few, subtly smirking at my poses.

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