Page 25 of Quasim: King Inferno

Guess his ass got bored in here and decided to do some arts and crafts. I pulled a small leather notebook out the top draw and flipped it open. There were pages of everything. Nothing but word vomit, schedules, and important memos he needed to remember.

I continued to flip through it nonchalantly until I saw Cherie’s name. It wasn’t just her name because had it been written regularly, anybody could have flipped right on past it. It was the fact that it was in bold, like he went over her name a dozen times with the blue pen, then it had a heart around it like a fucking weirdo.

Rich was a fucking weirdo, if you asked me.

Cherie said he always had a crush on her and they never crossed those lines until they were older. By the time I came in the picture, the nigga was just trying to make his move, and I took that away from him. I was a big steppa and Cherie couldn’t deny that I was coming harder than Richie Rich ever could.

Truthfully, she did this whole friendship thing because she felt guilty because she was his sister’s friend, and she switched sides when she got with me. She was trying to keep the peace by calming both beasts, and that wasn’t how it worked. Theminute she slid down on my dick, she was mine, and there wasn’t nothing else that came with that.

I’ve been nice about the little friendship she thought she had, but my patience was growing thin, and I was tired of hearing my father add his opinion on my shit.

Cherie

She told me that she used to love me, and she wasn’t in love with me anymore. She said she would always be there for me, but she couldn’t be with me because she loved that nigga. Claimed I was in love with Lucia and needed to be with her.

Fuck that Inferno bitch.

He took what was mine.

Cherie was mine. Always been mine since she and Camila became friends. Then she went and had that nigga’s fucking baby.

Hope that shit dies.

I love Lucia, not like Cherie though. Lucia ain’t the one… Cherie is.

347-987-7657 – call Vincent Morgan… left voicemail with Stacy at the front about a case.

“What the fuck are you doing in my office?” I heard Rich’s voice, but my eyes were still lingering over the words I had read in the book I held.

Taking my time, my eyes scanned the page once more before they rose to look at Rich standing in the entrance of the cubicle like he was about to shit bricks. He was big outside of this office, however, in this office, he was Rich Parker, the black boy that was trying to claw his way up.

With my feet still on his desk, I closed the book. “Read your little diary, Rich… a lot of talk about my woman in there.”

He quickly looked around as the sweat continued to bleed through the light blue dress shirt he wore. “What the fuck areyou doing here? This is my fucking job, Nigga.” He didn’t even say ‘nigga’ correctly while being in this office.

“I wouldn’t say this is an office… more like a fort or some shit with computers in it.” I remained comfortable, getting a rise out of seeing this nigga sweat. “I’m gonna be brief because that’s all I got in me after reading your diary. Stay the fuck away from Cherie, and I can promise she’s gonna stay the fuck away from you.”

“You came to talk to me because you don’t even believe that yourself. Cherie will always find a way to talk to me and that bothers you. It doesn’t matter that she has had your baby… she will run when I call for her.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Richie Rich… I said my peace, and if I have to come back this way, I can promise we both gonna end up arrested cause I’m gonna break yo jaw… ight?”

“Fuck you.” He muttered, as I rose from his seat.

I laughed. “You can’t even curse me out correctly. These white folks sure got you by the fucking balls in here, huh?” We were face to face; I stood a couple inches taller than him. “Stay the fuck away from Cherie… I don’t give a fuck what you thought you both had, you don’t have shit. I’m the nigga fucking her every night… not you. I’m the nigga that’s gonna slide that ring on her finger… never you. It’s always gonna be me, Rich… never fucking you, we clear?” I patted his shoulder, as I brushed past him, and he stood there trying to pretend like everything was all good.

On my way out the maze of cubicles, I stopped by his colleague that was so nosey. “Rich might be looking up gay porn on his computer… I’m IT.”

Concern bombarded his face. “Seriously? Should I talk to Evan about it… what is the protocol about this?”

“Right now, we’re investigating… we’re going to play it by ear, but I wouldn’t let him near your computer.” I patted the top of the felt wall and headed out the door, tickled that I fucked with this nigga.

As I turned the corner, I could see Rich watching me while his co-worker watched him. If Rich knew what was good for him, his ass would keep it pushing and stay the fuck away from Cherie.

Blair

The flashesfrom the cameras and lights blinded me as he pulled in front of the restaurant. I used my purse to shield the flashes and my face, as he put the car in park. The windows to his Ferrari were tinted, however, the windshield wasn’t tinted so all the paparazzi were rushing to the front of the car to snap a picture of us together.

Everyone wanted to know who Zay was dating, so it could end up all over the blogs tonight. There was no way we could avoid them, because this was his life. His life consisted of the media and people shoving cameras in his face or confessing their love to him because of his music.

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