Page 4 of Quasim: King Inferno

“We married, Blair. You and Sim need to stop playing games so you can suck on his lips like I do my baby.” Meer’s smart ass countered.

I rolled my eyes while putting the four items on the conveyor belt and fishing in my purse for the credit card that Ivory’s husband had given me.

“Your brother is the only one that has been playing games, and I have moved on.” I swiped the credit card for the ridiculous amount that those four items cost, and quickly shoved them into the reusable bag before heading out the store.

“Moved on?”

“Um, Blair… I didn’t say anything to big mouth because you know how he is.” Capri whispered.

“Sug, you keeping secrets from your man? Who you moved on with,Blair?” I watched the phone call drop, and the facetime video appeared across my screen.

Shoving my sunglasses up on my face, I accepted the facetime and watched Meer all in the camera. “Was it necessary for you to facetime me, Quameer?”

“You Rayce’s God mama, so I need to know what the hell you got going on… we all know you don’t make good decisions when it comes to men.” Meer faked a cough. “Like your husband.”

“Ex-husband… as soon as he signs the damn papers. Capri, you got a big ass mouth, too.” I reminded her.

Capri knew that me and Tookie were married because I shared it with her and Zoya in Miami. It was Zoya who took the lead on helping me file the divorce papers and sending them tohim. Tookie refused to sign those damn papers, which pissed me off because I wanted to be done with him.

I went no contact with Tookie since he kidnapped me and Alaia, and then he showed up to my apartment like all was great in the world. As if he hadn’t violated me again without any remorse. I wished I would have left him and moved on after the first time he violated me. I was too damn weak, and a fool for thinking he was my family and that he really loved me. I hated that I was so desperate to be loved.

“You need to handle that shit before Sim find out about it.” Meer reminded me, which added a whole new level of stress.

I sighed as I climbed into the truck and rested my head on the headrest. “Does it matter if he finds out? Quasim has written whatever I thought we had off.”

“He has not.” Capri yelled in the background.

“Both of you make excuses for him, and honestly you need to stop. He’s a grown man and he should communicate with me. Instead, I get a scripture every Sunday and a generic check-in with me… I’m tired.”

Meer nodded his head because he understood where I was coming from when it came to his stubborn and weird ass brother. As much as Capri was my best friend, Quameer had become mine, too. If Capri left the room to go and do something, me and Meer would continue with the conversation. He was easy to talk with, mainly because he didn’t agree with everything Quasim did just for the sake of him being his brother.

“And this new nigga is the answer to your problems? Stabby, I think you need to take some time for you, and never date again until you and Sim figure shit out.” Meer, in his glasses, stroked his beard while staring in the camera like he was giving solid advice.

“I want love, Meer. What me and Sim shared in Monaco and Italy was beautiful… I really felt like we were going to be good.Then he comes home and it’s like we’ve moved back eight steps. Life is too short to sit around and wait for someone to choose me.”

“I hear you, B,” he agreed with me.

“That only means when you come back home, we’re out… single Blair, who?” Capri yelled in the background and started twerking.

Meer looked over his shoulder. “You a whole mama out here, Suga. The fuck you think you going?”

Capri laughed. “Mama gotta have a life, too… Big mama back out in those streets.” She continued and he looked at me like I had said it.

“This your fucking fault. Had you just trapped my brother, we wouldn’t even be here right now. I would be celebrating being an uncle again and a God father.”

“Meer, who said that you would be a God father?” I laughed, because Quameer Inferno didn’t have the good sense that God had given him.

He had always been a clown since we were in college, but the older he got, the more reckless his mouth and jokes were. If you didn’t know Meer, you would nine times out of ten end up offended by him.

“Who you gonna make the God father, Rich? That nigga crispier than a hot dog on the grill at the hood’s block party… your future baby daddy made sure of it.”

I snorted while laughing, because he didn’t tell any lies. “Anyway, Capri I will call you later.”

“Don’t try and end the call and not tell me who you messing with, B.” I cursed myself because I thought we had gotten over that conversation and he had forgotten about it.

“Zay.”

He remained quiet before he blurted. “Why, Blair? I actually fuck with his music, and now I gotta take him out… fuck.”

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