Page 123 of Quasim: King Inferno

“Me staying the night over here… I can sleep over Aimee’s house, baby.”

Sim kissed my lips and pulled me behind him. “I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t sure. What you nervous about?” He paused before we entered the house.

“I don’t want to mess anything up.” I looked up at him, scared that I would touch a dish, and it would be Cherie’s dish, or I would wipe something, and it was a stain left by Harley. I really didn’t want to mess anything up.

Quasim kissed my cheek. “You can’t mess up anything even if you tried. I want you here, Anjo… I promise, I wouldn’t have brought you here if I wasn’t ready for you to come.”

“Okay.” He kissed my lips before bringing me in.

The outside of the house didn’t match the inside. Everything was neat, and in order. The kitchen was updated, and it smelled like coconut and mahogany teakwood.

“Go shower and get those pits, too,” Quasim yelled behind Eli as he took off down the hall.

I laughed and followed him into the kitchen. The kitchen was small, still, it was beautifully decorated. Matte black cabinets,exposed wood shelves instead of top cabinets, and white quartz countertops. His sink looked out the window, and I watched as he looked out the window, before going into the bottom cabinet and pulling out cat food.

“You have a cat?”

“The little slut out back is kind of like mine,” he nonchalantly replied, like he didn’t call the cat a slut.

“Um, what?”

“She stay getting knocked up… letting them all fuck on her. I feed her and make sure she stays warm in the winter.”

“Simmy, I am learning so much about you… you’re a cat dad.”

“That little slut don’t need no parent… ass don’t even say thank you when I’m back there enjoying my coffee.”

I shook my head, because he was dead serious as he measured out the food and put it into a glass bowl before sitting it out the back door.

“What are we going to eat for dinner? I am starving.”

“We could have had dinner; you couldn’t decide on what you wanted.”

I laughed. “I don’t have a taste for anything; however, I am hungry for something… I hate when I get in these moods.”

Quasim opened the wine fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine. “I want you to soak in the tub and relax. You been doing classes all week and I know you haven’t taken a breath. Been taking your medicine?”

“Yes. Every morning and night.”

“Then that means I need to find something for you to eat.” He looked at his watch, and then back at me. “I’m about to put you onto this small diner I go to sometimes.”

“What kind of food do they have?”

“I get the smothered chicken with greens and baked mac and cheese… shit be bussing. Elijah gets the BBQ chicken with rice.”

“Can we share like old times?”

He smirked. “Baby, you be putting that food away now… I want my food.”

I rolled my eyes. “I do not even eat that much… just cause I can finish a plate doesn’t mean I can eat a lot again.”

“Until you finish my plate. I got you, though… It’s like ten minutes away, I’ll call it in on my way there… Havoc at Fern, so I’ll have him come until I’m back.”

“Okay.”

He kissed me on the lips and pointed to the bathroom. “Go soak in the bath… not trying to eat salty pussy cause you been sweating all day.”

I squeaked. “Quasim!”

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