Page 62 of Quasim: King Inferno

She took another shot while the women continued to hype her up. I had watched her during dinner, and she had more than a few drinks, while enjoying her meal. Added with the shots that she and Pri were taking, I knew she was feeling more than nice.

I continued to watch her, tasting her on my tongue hours later. Even after eating, having a few drinks of my own and smoking, her taste was the strongest. Shit had me feeling like Thea’s junkie ass, craving another taste of her.

When we arrived at the arena, we went through the back and security before we were taken up to our private box to watch the concert from above. The suite we were put in had food, drinks, and everything you could need to watch a concert or a basketball game.

A small-time rapper was performing when we arrived, and we all got our drinks or food before we went to sit in the seats in the suite. I was next to Blair as she sat with her legs crossed, bobbing her head to the music.

When she noticed that I had sat next to her, her breath was caught in her chest, though she tried to play it cool. I did that to her, and now I understood why she wanted me to leave her alone. The lights went down, and Zay was about to come out, so Blair stood up clapping her hands. I remained seated as all the women went crazy clapping and screaming.

Each time she clapped her ass jiggled a little bit. While she was locked in on whatever was happening on the stage, I was resisting taking a bite out her ass cheek, since she wanted to be showing it off.

The beat dropped and then Zay appeared on the stage with a leather jacket on in the fucking summertime.

Fucking weirdo.

He had damn near all his chains on as he bopped his head to the beat and the crowd went crazy for him. It wasn’t that I didn’t like his music, I was more of a Maliek Dubrow fan, because he rapped about his struggle, but other shit, too.

While Blaze was a fan, I was tired of hearing about his ass rap about his mama working hard and him eating ramen noodles.

Nigga…

We all fucking ate ramen noodles, he wasn’t special because he did, and I was tired of hearing it. The only reason I came was because of Anjo, and I wanted to be near her. My half backwards ass wanted to be near her, but couldn’t open my mouth and tell her that I loved her and wanted to give her my babies.

That when she was near me, I finally felt like I could breathe and that the world was at peace. How she was the face I dreamed about when I closed my eyes, and how I planned our wedding in my head while envisioning her walking down the aisle to become my wife.

“Started out with nothing but a dream and a plan, hustling every corner just to make some bread. From ramen in the kitchen to steak on my plate.”

“There we go,” I mumbled.

Blair was eating it up as she bopped her head and rapped word for word with Aimee. I took back my drink before going to get another one. Instead of a shot, I grabbed the bourbon and filled my cup and leaned against the bar in the suite.

“What are you doing here?” I heard a familiar voice and saw Berkeley pop her head into the suite.

“Apparently, being a Zay fan,” I replied.

I still hadn’t responded to her text message, and didn’t return her call. “What you doing here? Writing about the great Zay?”

“Why does your tone tell me that you’re not impressed with him?” She nudged, as she stared up at me. “And no, I’m here with a few girlfriends. We put in to get a suite for this show… I was going to get my friend from security when I walked past and thought I saw you.”

“How you been?” At this point I was making small talk with her, knowing that I was probably feeding her need to reconnect with me.

It wasn’t because I wasn’t attracted to her, because as she stood in front of me, I was attracted to her. She had brown skin, almond shaped eyes, pouty, heart-shaped lips, and her curly hair pulled into a fancy messy bun.

Flashes of seeing her lips wrapped around my dick had me shifting my shit because it was a beautiful sight to witness. Berks ain’t never have much body growing up, but her grown woman curves subscription had kicked in, because she was filling out that long black maxi dress she wore tonight.

“I’ve been good. Work has me busy, but other than that, I can’t complain. I would ask you how you’re doing, but I never get a response.” She smirked.

I laughed and adjusted my stance. “I deserve that. I’ve been busy, though… I’m gonna do better.”

Berkeley crossed her arms and playfully rolled her eyes. “Yeah, whatever… whenever Quasim Inferno is ready to talk, he’ll talk. Enjoy the show, though… talk to you soon.”

“I’m gonna hit you up this week.”

I extended my arms, and she fell into them, hugging me tight. “It’s really good to see you out and about Sim.”

“Yeah, you too, Berks.”

She laughed as we disconnected from our hug, and she rushed behind her friend who had popped her head into our suite. I watched the door long after she left and felt someonewatching me. When I turned around, Blair was watching me like a hawk, and turned to finish watching homie do his thing.

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