Page 21 of Quasim: King Inferno

“King Inferno already spoke, B… he needs to make sure you home safely.” Yasin shrugged.

I guess the reason that I was able to drive back home peacefully was because I had two Gods following behind me to make sure I made it home.

Yasin being one of them.

Just as he spoke him up, my silenced phone illuminated in my hand, and it was Quasim calling. “Hey.”

I turned and headed toward the building, punching the security code all the residents had, and then heading up thestairs to my apartment, which was the top unit. There was a unit across from me that was empty, and Aimee had been trying to get me to rent it out to her.

“You made it home.” He said, never asking, because he already knew that my ass was home. He made sure that I was home, and had a bunch of ruthless men that would assure I made it here.

“I have.”

“Stop talking to me like you customer service or some shit, Anjo… drop that fucking attitude.” He demanded.

Quasim was a leader in every sense of the word. He was the kind of man that demanded things, and they happened. I couldn’t pretend that his dominance wasn’t a turn on for me. I craved a man to lead me and dominate my life in the correct way.

Quasim knew how to lead without it being overwhelming or feeling like I didn’t have a say in anything. The entire Monaco and Italy trip, I sat back and allowed that man to lead me all around Europe.

I found out that he loved feet, because of the way he couldn’t keep his hands away from mine whenever they were in heels. The man nearly bit his bottom lip off when he saw my feet in those heels he bought.

It was when our eyes met, I could tell he would fuck every ounce of common sense out of me, and I learned that just from that raised eyebrow that he gave me.

Goodness, it turned me on every time that he did it. Even when I didn’t want it to, all he had to do was give me that look, and it was waterfalls.

“If you called to continue our conversation earlier, I’m tired and don’t want to have it… call your friend since you wanted to have a conversation with her. When’s the wedding, Quasim? What should I give the both of you… she looks like she would like some fine China.”

When it came to Quasim, I couldn’t pretend or play it cool. I was upset and jealous that he hugged that girl, and I don’t give a damn that I hugged Zay. The difference between me and Quasim is that if he told me to come to him, I would have dropped Zay like a hot potato. I wasn’t the one running from him, he was running from me and has continued to run from me.

One minute we were so hot like NYCHA project heat, and then the next, we were cold like waiting for the B15 in the dead of winter. The back and forth was giving me whiplash and I couldn’t take it anymore.

The line grew quiet.

“I can’t hug old friends, my love?”

I looked at the phone. “Quasim the games you’re playing are annoying… I’m your love again, but all you do is ignore me… I’m good. I don’t care about you and Barkey.”

“Berkeley.” He corrected me.

“Go to hell, Quasim.” I ended the call, mad that I even showed him that I was jealous about his little friend.

Tossing my purse onto the foyer table, I kicked my sneakers off and did a little tantrum stomp that I was almost sure woke my neighbor’s three-month-old below me. As angry as I was for the useless conversation that got us nowhere, I was grateful to be home and to be able to climb into my bed.

As nice as Ivory and Jamal’s guest house was, there was a different feeling that you felt when you were in your own place. My home smelled and felt like me, and it took a little while after moving into the building for it to feel like mine. Knowing that Tookie couldn’t just pop up and be in my home was a sense of security that I never thought I would have.

Quasim made sure that he had someone come and update all the security within the building. Each tenant had a security code, along with cameras on every floor. When I climbed the stairs to the top unit, I felt secure inmybuilding and home.

This was what made me love and can’t stand that man all at the same time. Who purchases a girl a whole building, then goes cold on them? I still wanted to give him some pussy for pulling a move like that. I wanted to give him this pussy for the rest of our lives because I was that caught up in him.

Except, I wasn’t going to wait forever for him to figure out what he wanted.

I couldn’t wait forever for him… right?

I’ve already waited for one man to get his shit together, and after many promises, broken jaws, and ribs, he never did.

I couldn’t do it again.

You only got one life, and then all of this was over with. I had wasted so much of my life doing what everyone else wanted or expected me to do, and I was done doing that. If Quasim wanted this, then he had to put his money where his mouth was and come get me.

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