Page 66 of Quasim: King Inferno

Shit was beautiful to witness, and I could only hope I got my shit right to be able to have the same. I never thought about having any more kids after I lost Harley. Felt like it was wrong, and I didn’t want to replace her.

It damn sure felt like everything I did after she and Cherie passed was betrayal. When life was good, you never realized certain shit. After Harley passed, her favorite cartoons still continued on with new seasons, and she couldn’t watch them. I recorded every new season, knowing she would never watch them, and I felt wrong watching them without her.

Shit was silly and something that I had kept to myself, because it sounded crazy admitting it to anyone who hadn’t gone through what I was currently going through. Marriage and kids were always shit I stayed away from and never wanted after losing my family.

Then I met Blair, and all of that went out the window, and suddenly having a wife and kids wasn’t so bad. The shit scared the fuck out of me whenever I thought too long on it, but if any woman would carry my last name and future Infernos, it would have been Blair.

When she told me over dinner in Italy that she wanted to have my babies and marry me, the shit caused my heart to shut down. Mostly because I could look in her eyes and tell she meant every word that she told me.

My baby stabbed a bitch in the head because she mentioned my name. When all I wanted to do was protect her, there shewas, protecting me. Aside from the Gods and my family, I never had a woman want to protect me so bad.

I could tell that if it came down to it, she would ride and protect me as much as I would protect her.

Mylove.

Blair

I had beenin Chicago for two days and all I thought about was Quasim gifting me that building. When Zay took me shopping, all I thought about was shopping with Quasim. Anything I touched when we were together, Quasim went behind my back and bought it for me. Or how he ate my Garrett’s popcorn, and then had the nerve to burp in my face while laughing.

This city was one of my favorite cities in the world because of him, and it was ironic that I wasn’t here with him, or even talking to him. We hadn’t spoken since the concert, and after that was over, Zay had sent security to come bring me to him.

I could see that it bothered Quasim, but I asked him to let me have this, so he was giving it to me. Talk about be careful what you asked for, because I wanted him to crash out behind me. I wanted him to cause a scene, confess his love for me, and then take me to his place and make love to me while spreading his seed inside of me.

Wishful thinking.

Instead, we were reduced to not talking at all and pretending to be strangers, while I could still feel the motion of his fingersplaying with me. The front seat of the truck was something that I thought about way too often.

Toodamn often.

“Sorry, beautiful… my manager was calling to confirm some shit for overseas,” Zay coming back to the table pulled me from my thoughts.

We were dining at an exclusive restaurant that you couldn’t even get reservations for unless you were someone important. The views of the Chicago river made the food taste that much better. How could I be in my head about Quasim when I had a man that had rolled the red carpet out for me since we landed.

All Zay wanted to do was make me happy and had given me his undivided attention, even turning his phone off one of the days, which ended with his manager nearly having a stroke because he couldn’t get in contact with him.

It was a gesture proving that I was most important to him in this moment, and that made me feel good. I mattered to him, and he wanted to prove that to me. “Duty calls. Everything all good?”

He let out the napkin into his lap and then rubbed his hands together while looking over at me. “They want me and Grace to do the remix to one of her songs.”

“Hmm.”

Zay laughed while looking over at me. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“You jealous, Blair?”

I laughed. “She’s your ex-girlfriend… I mean, shouldn’t I have some concern that you’re going to be remixing a song that I’m pretty sure was written about you and ya’ll situation?”

Zay paused and leaned back to take in what I was saying, which he knew was true. Zay and Grace had a real relationship. They lived together and were engaged, so this wasn’t some media fake relationship. I knew there was still love there,because she often did petty shit whenever he was seen with another woman.

I may have been on one of the tea pages and saw her post pictures of her when she went through her short hair phase, as if to say that I was copying her, and that was why Zay was with me. As much as I hated the reason for my short hair, I had grown to love it, and with it growing, I was debating on keeping it short or getting a little bob when the time came.

“I remember you chilling with me not too long ago and you had a big ass hickie… I ain’t make it a big deal.”

“You didn’t make it a deal at all.” I added, because I knew he saw what Quasim had done to my neck, and he never mentioned anything.

“Not my place to say anything because you’re not my girl. You told me that you were done with your situation when I asked you back in California.”

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