Page 95 of Quasim: King Inferno

“A grown ass woman, not one of those little bitches you be floating around here.” I raised my brow.

“You been around Quasim too much.”

“Answer the question, or no more free meals when you’re out here.” I threatened him while laughing.

He chuckled and opened the water bottle, guzzling half the bottle before returning his attention back to me. “You right. She’s older than me and knows what the fuck she wants… she don’t have time for useless conversation and games.”

“And you are full of useless conversation and games?”

“Nah.” He chewed.

“Then why are you scared to approach her? Might I add, she’s only thirty-four, which isn’t old at all… so pipe down.”

“I’m not calling her old… I’m twenty-eight. Feel older at times because life forced me to jump off the porch early. Either way, I guess her age and her being so sure of who she is and what she wants got a nigga scared.”

“Like a family and a commitment?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want those things?”

He nodded his head up and down. “Eventually, yeah. I want to be a father, and husband… I’m not scared of those things.”

“Then what are you afraid of, Yasin?”

“You the one that said I’m afraid… a nigga not afraid and already know how to come with her. Just taking my time with her, feel me?”

“Hmm. Don’t take too much damn time… I just know you messing with some bitches in your club.”

He pointed the stick that the chicken had been on before he demolished it. “Why you assuming shit. I don’t fuck my dancers… you ain’t never heard not to shit in the bank?”

“I have never heard anyone say that before.”

“Now you have… my dancers strictly work for me. I have bitches I fuck with, nothing too serious.”

My phone pinged, showing me a Media News alert.

Media News (Celeb gossip): Zay and Grace seen together at his show in Prague. Are the couple back together? Or is she just supporting her ex-boo?

My jaw clenched and I knew I had no right for it to. Not when I was fucking Quasim in the back of the sprinter van in Bali. There was this nagging annoyed feeling I had because he sat in my face and said they were done.

I may have been a hypocrite because even with me saying I was done with Sim, I knew damn well if he told me to come, I was scooting my ass across the floor to get to him. Zay had been calling me and I kept telling him that I was busy, and we would catch up soon.

Then he texted me that he was back in the country before going to Africa. I’ve been ignoring his invitation to come out because I knew I needed to tell him that we needed to cool things for now.

“Your fish died or something?”

I laughed. “Zay and Grace were seen with each other and it bothered me.”

Yasin laughed. “Don’t let Quasim be bothered, cause he gonna torch that nigga. Seriously, B… it may be cute to play little back and forth games to get him jealous, but that nigga ain’t there all the way. While you being cute, you gonna get that man fucking killed to show you he not playing.”

I gulped. “He would?—”

“I’ve been riding behind Quasim for a long time… a nigga has seen some shit, and I know that nigga don’t be just talking.” He handed me the empty container and water bottle. “You gotta know what comes with coming into that Queen Inferno role, B.”

“I was going to break it off with him.” I said, before walking across the street back into the studio.

“Yo, B!” Yasin called.

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