Page 84 of Save Room for Us

“You wanna go down and dance? You don’t have to just watch.” Yona smiled, putting his back to the balcony rail. He was cute in the ‘I’m just starting to get money’ kind of way. I was out of his league, though, and shocked he was trying me, knowing I belonged to the head honcho.

“I don’t wanna dance with anybody but my man.”

“Who?” He frowned, and when I shot him a glare, he covered his mouth, saying, “Ooooh, yeah, boss. Between you and me, he told us it was straight if we wanted to holla at you.”

My stomach plummeted to my high ass Givenchy sandal heels, hearing that shit. I was hurt but inflamed beyond belief. How dare Asif say some shit like that, knowing how I feel about him.

“Well, I don’t give a fuck what he told you! That nigga ain’t my pimp! I choose who the hell I wanna fuck with!” I barked, making Yona back away and throw his hands up.

“My bad. I wasn’t even saying it like that?—”

“Leave me the fuck alone, please.”

“Aight.” Yona walked off, shaking his head, and just as I turned my attention back around, I spotted him… them.

My lips parted in shock as I watched Asif lead Anastazia into the venue, keeping her close to his person like he was Kevin Costner and she was Whitney Houston.

I didn’t know whether to blow fire from my mouth or cry as I kept my eyes on them getting closer and closer. I wasn’t the only one, as several women gawked, whispered, and commented, wondering who the fuck Asif had with him and in this manner. I felt a couple girls up here look my way, confused, and I was so embarrassed I couldn’t even turn to fully catch their attention.

He started up the stairs to the VIP, and when we made eye contact, the nigga simply looked away before greeting the security and stepping inside.

My eyes darted to Anastazia, hand in his, noticing her tight, expensive ass thigh length dress, heels just as high as mine, and her curly hair swiping across her semi-exposed back. Her brown skin glowed and looked nothing like it used to when she would show up to functions appearing miserable. She paid me no attention, just like Asif, and that bothered me even more.

She was very pretty, the natural kind to where she was just born that way, and it played into why I didn’t like her ass. She reminded me of the girls I went to school with, when I was younger and not as cute. The ones who all they had to do was throw water on their faces and a little face lotion to have all the niggas fawning while I needed braces, medicated pimple creams and washes, and couldn’t do my own hair to save my life. That was really what I meant when I told Asif she was basic.

She and her sister favored a lot, not enough to be twins, but they couldn’t deny being siblings. But while Leeci had freckles and kept her hair straightened most times, Anastazia usually wore her natural curls.

I wanted to say something to her ass, yell how her nigga’s dick was recently brick hard in my hand and that he let me put his hand between my legs or that I had been giving him head during some of their past phone interactions, but I was afraid of pissing Asif off.

I decided I would try to have a conversation with him, but as I started toward him, he sat down and put her in his lap, stopping me in my tracks. I felt Jalia’s worried eyes on me as they sat side by side, her ass in Free’s lap.

“Hi, I’m Jalia,” she introduced unauthentically.

“Stazi.” She smiled and shook Jalia’s hand.

Asif noticed the interaction and whispered to Free. Free nodded then told Jalia to get up before taking her to the other side of the VIP section. He didn’t want Jalia saying the wrong thing in front of Anastazia, and I didn’t know why, but that felt like a punch to the gut. That man had never tried to protect my feelings in this way. He would even flirt in my face on occasion.

They began to kiss, slow pecks that soon turned into lip sucking, and the action carried too much emotion for me to bear. I’d never seen Asif act like a… boyfriend. He was typically so stoic, so void of emotion, that I never pictured him in this manner.

I didn’t realize I was staring until Anastazia and I made eye contact. She was grinning from whatever Asif had said, but upon seeing me, her gaze shifted. She wasn’t perturbed or scared or anything of the sort. She was more so… sympathetic in her expression. I knew then I must’ve looked pitiful for my opps to have pity on me.

She looked away, and Asif snatched my eyes up. He didn’t say anything or make a gesture, he just stared, and that was message enough to leave.

Hurriedly, I rushed down the stairs. I was leaving and didn’t need to worry about Jalia’s ass since she was clearly going homewith Free. As soon as I stepped outside into the cold air, I felt a hand on my arm. Whipping around, my hopes quickly died. I should’ve known it wasn’t Asif.

“Grady, get the fuck off me.” I snatched my arm as he chuckled maniacally with his weird ass.

“Come on. Now that he don’ moved on, so should you.” He stepped closer, but I mushed his face.

“Nigga, if I move on, youaren’tnext in line. Please.” I gave him the hand, and he sucked his teeth.

“I was just fucking with you. I had some info on how to get yo’ nigga back, but I see you don’t want it.”

“What is it?” I made an about face since I was already switching away from his thirsty ass.

“Nah, lil mama. This information ain’t free.”

“How much?” I folded my arms, glancing around to be sure no one of importance was nearby.

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