Page 17 of Quasim: King Inferno

He laughed and pulled me next to him. “What up?” Meer gave a half ass nod, and Capri looked at him. “What, Suga? We can’t be acting like fans… family first.”

“Excuse my husband.” Capri apologized for Quameer.

He walked over closer to us. “Your album is fire, but I don’t fuck with you. You know she married to my brother, right?”

“Quameer!” I punched his ass.

Zay looked confused and nodded his head. I followed where he nodded to and saw that Quasim had walked over. “What up?” Zay greeted.

Quasim only returned a head nod as he posted on the truck parked near us. It was so hard to remain mad at him when he looked as good as he did. His lineup was fresh, and his beard was brushed perfectly. Then he wore a tank top that exposed his muscles and tattoos, and that made me drool.

He was dressed down in a pair of red Rhude shorts with some off white 4’s on, and his biker vest that tied into his shorts and sneakers. The problem was that Quasim knew he looked good.

He knew I knew he looked good, too.

If only that was the least of our problems with each other. I wished it was that easy between the both of us. Instead, I wasforced to stand here with Zay while feeling like I was cheating on him, and we weren’t even together.

“Yo Zay, they want you to sign shit for the kids real quick.” The man in the slingshot said with the phone to his ear.

“There go business, always getting in the fucking way of us.” He pulled me into a hug and kissed me on the cheek.

I knew I probably felt stiff as a damn tree in his arms compared to how I usually was. Not only did I have Quasim leaning against the truck with a toothpick sticking out his mouth, but I had everybody watching our interaction and I felt weird.

If this was how Capri felt when she started dating, I now understood completely what she meant. Zay swaggered back over to the slingshot and hopped in before they sped away. I turned around and put a smile on my face.

“Alright, what we getting into?”

“Yo business,” Meer’s big mouth was the first one to speak and I rolled my eyes and laughed at the same time.

“You failed to mention that you know Zay… I love his music so damn bad.” Erin expressed as if we didn’t already know.

Capone looked at his wife. “You got one more damn time, Gorgeous. Cause when I start talking to CeeCee about SeaWorld, you gonna be in your feelings.”

Alaia broke out into laughter along with her husband, because Erin real deal looked betrayed by what her husband had said. Not by the fact that she was tossing herself all over Zay and shoving her phone into his face.

“I met him through my client… she’s his sister and we just clicked.”

“Clicked, huh?” Quasim finally spoke.

I looked over at him. “Yes… we clicked. Problem?”

“Not until I make it one… you good for now.” He nodded for me to proceed with his cocky ass.

“Quasim!” I nearly snapped my neck to see where the voice was coming from, and it was a chick at the grill waving to him.

He smiled and leaned up off the truck and crossed the street to her. “And who the fuck is that?” I questioned. “Oh, don’t everybody get quiet now… where was the silence when Zay was here.”

“I’m taking my baby on a ride,” Cappadonna said and pulled Alaia behind him while I looked at Meer and Capri who were looking away from me.

“That’s Berkeley… she works for Media news,” Aimee replied, the only one that answered my damn question. “She comes by the Devon’s office often for interviews and things like that.”

“And how does someone at Media news know Quasim Inferno?” I looked directly at his big-headed brother who was pretending to fix Peach’s hair. “Her damn hair is fine, Quameer.”

“It really is. You’re messing it up.” Peach shot her father a look and removed her hair from his hand.

Capri was holding her laugh as she tried to look away. “He went to school with her, Blair… damn. He can’t say hello to a friend?”

“Oh? It’s ‘he can’t say hello to a friend’, but you yelled in Zay’s face that I was married to Quasim.”

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