Page 27 of Quasim: King Inferno

He licked his lips as he looked at me. “I really want you with me all the time, Blair.”

I touched the side of his face and blushed. “You’re so sweet… I want to spend time with you, too.”

“I’m being so serious, though… wish I could take you on tour with me.” He mentioned, and I became nervous. “Would you even consider some shit like that?”

“I have my business here, Zay. I cannot just pick up and leave to follow you on tour.” I hated to turn him down.

Any woman would have jumped at the chance to follow Zay on tour. What woman became scared and nervous when arapper was asking her to go on tour with him. All expenses paid, and I could see the tour every night in a different city.

“Then come to my show in Chicago… come spend the weekend with me. After my show, we can get into some shit and make the weekend about us.”

“I would love to come to your show in Chicago.” The thought of going to a city that I had experienced with Quasim pulled at my heart strings.

There was so much that we had experienced together, and then nothing at all. “Shit, you got my ass blushing like some lame ass schoolboy.”

I laughed and leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “So, tell me… when you’re on stage, are you going to shout me out? I mean, everybody is going to see us together on the blogs any minute.”

“I’m gonna bring you on stage.”

I snorted. “Oh, hell no… I am not getting on that stage. You are crazy if you think you gonna get me up on that stage.”

“You gonna stand on the sidelines then? I wanna see your face every time I look over.”

“I can do that.”

The waiter came and took our food order as we continued to talk and have drinks. I was becoming more comfortable, and the conversation between us was flowing. We were both having a good time, and I was glad that I decided to come out tonight.

Big Pri: When your date is over… we’re at Fern. Come have drinks with us.

“I hate I have to go to the studio tonight… come with me.”

I laughed as I sipped my wine. “Like you have plans, I have my own… my girls invited me out.” I showed him my phone and he smirked.

“You leaving me for your girls… damn, you foul.”

“Oh please. Zay has to work, and I won’t be blamed because your next album is not out… won’t have your little fans coming to me as a woman.”

Zay stared into my eyes, and I had to look away because he had my insides on fire. “Ain’t shit little about me, baby.”

“Hmm, I hear that.”

He got closer to me. “I need you to hear it, feel it, and understand it,” he moved my hand under the table, and I could feel exactly what he meant.

I started to fan myself and Zay started laughing. “Is it hot in here or is it just me.”

“You crazy as hell, Blair.”

I laughed. “I feel like I’m finally getting back to me… having cancer and dealing with life, you tend to lose a piece of yourself in all of that.”

We had a conversation about my cancer a few times and each time, he was so soft and gentle. He didn’t seem put off by it, and asked questions, wanting to know more. “I can imagine it was hard going through all of that.”

“Very hard. Sometimes, I sit and think how the hell I even got through all of that and remained sane.”

“Cause you’re a special person… God always looks out for the special ones… and you are definitely one of them,” he pinched my cheeks, and I smiled.

“I like to think he looks out for me, and I have some pretty amazing prayer warriors, too.” I thought about my family.

We were beyond friends and had been through so much. They were my family, the only family that hadn’t turned their backs on me and held their word when they told me they had me.

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