Page 114 of Quasim II: King Inferno

He pulled me tighter into him and kissed my head. “Good, because I am starving.”

I kissed his lips and looked at him. “You think Elijah is okay?”

“Baby, he’s fine. I talked to him the night before and told him about it. When he knows ahead of time, I think he does better. When you started packing his clothes, he panicked… we have to be more careful and aware of his feelings.”

“Skyler gave me a therapist and I think I am going to book her for him. He needs a professional, and we can’t be that for him.”

“I can sit in there with him? I’m not feeling him being around anybody that’s not family, my love.”

“Yes, we can feel her out for the first sessions, then we have to let him do it alone. Just want to do what’s right for him… nobody ever did what was right for him.”

He kissed my head. “I know.”

We took another shower together before we took a taxi into town and had dinner at a local restaurant. I sat at the high-top table, watching Simmy look over the menu, while I popped the Tamarind balls the server put on our table when we arrived, into my mouth.

“How you feeling, baby?”

I chewed the ball and smiled at him. “Sore and tired… but I can’t complain. How are you feeling?”

“Blessed, my love.”

He looked down at his phone and jaw flexed. “Tell me.”

I watched as he tried to shake it off, to avoid having to tell me. “Not going to ruin our time. We only have a few days here, and I want us to have a good time.”

“Quasim,” I repeated.

“Berkeley is missing.”

I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my stomach because I had an unsettled feeling. “We told her not to do it.”

“Salah just texted me that she been missing, and he usually know how to find her when she call herself going undercover. He has a few leads, and then he gonna hit me and let me know.”

“Maybe she is just really undercover…. You know when journalists go undercover, they go all the way in.”

“Yeah, maybe.” He kissed my hands, as he drank his rum punch.

I wished like hell that I could taste it because I had watched Sim enough to know when a drink was strong enough to his liking. Anytime he tasted it and then pulled back to look at the cup, that meant it was as strong as he loved them.

“The way our family came together for our wedding. I cannot believe they did that for us.” Every time I thought about walking down the aisle, the attention to detail, I couldn’t help but feel how much they loved us to know what we would like. “The sunflowers were my favorite. Papa told me that you wanted that for me.”

“You’re my sun, so it made sense to have sunflowers as you walked down to me.” He kissed my hands again.

I looked down at our hands and then up at him. “You still holding out on me? Holding an attitude?”

He smirked. “Nah. I’m just waiting for you to finish what you started. What you telling me, Mrs. Inferno? I’ll leave this fucking drink right here.”

Food wasn’t my worry anymore. I wanted my husband, like I had wanted him the minute he stepped off that jet and made it back to me.

He slid money onto the table and then helped me down from the high-top chair. Holding my hand, he pulled me behind him as we made our way to our awaiting cab that the resort provided. He pulled me in front of him, and I slid into the back seat as he told the driver to take us back to our bungalow.

Kissing his lips, I rubbed his thigh as he sucked on my lip. The driver was trying hard not to look in the back, because I was about to rip this dress I wore off and take him down back here. I wanted him.

No. I needed him.

Food could wait, I needed this more. My body craved this man’s touch. I couldn’t think of what life was before this man started dropping dick off inside of me.

How was I surviving, walking around with a smile, or doing everyday things? I licked his lips, as he kissed my neck, and rubbed my ass through the dress.

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