Page 45 of Anything Necessary for Her
Pulling into the gate and up the long, winding driveway, I spotted Asif’s Maybach. Climbing out, I grabbed my purse and started past his car, until I noticed him sitting in it.
Opening the passenger door, I peered inside, being hit in the face with his masculine but calming cologne as he typed something on his phone.
“Who you texting so I can tell Stazi?” I jested.
“This is Stazi’s muthafuckin’ ass. Sending me these fucking TikToks, and when I don’t watch and respond quickly enough, she gets pissed.” He locked his phone, shaking his head as weboth chuckled subtly. “Told her I don’t use social media, and them damn couple pranks is fake as fuck and not funny.”
I slid into his passenger seat while cracking up.
“She said she tried to do one on you and you ruined it. You made her cry.” I grinned, closing the door and basking in the warmth of his nice ass car.
“I just told her ass we actually in love, and I don’t play like that. She be crying to make a nigga apologize.”
I giggled, imagining it happening. “It works, though, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah.” He smirked as I laughed.
“I’m gonna have her show me the video, even though she didn’t post it.”
“Where you been at?” he queried. “And alone. Thought you and old girl was Siamese twins.”
“I was out with her and some of the girls from ballet school, but it didn’t end well.” I huffed, putting my iPhone away, after reading Kailey’s message saying she was already leaving them hos. “You and your brothers are ruining my life.” I cut my eyes at him playfully, even though tonight had gotten to me. Asif stared, turning in his seat a bit with his brows furrowed, trying to understand. “The ladies don’t even like me coming out with them anymore because every time some niggas learn who I am and who my family is, they want no parts, like tonight. They basically hightailed it away from us after learning who I was.”
His brows kissed, and I could tell he was upset. I thought he would’ve been happy to hear this, so I was caught off guard.
“What club? I can pull up on them niggas,” he offered seriously.
“No, Sif. It’s fine.” I shook my head at him while snickering slightly at his willingness to hurt them for humiliating me. “But thank you.” I simpered.
“I hope you know you should lose interest in a muthafucka soon as he turn pussy over hearing some shit like that.”
“I do. I even told the ladies that, somewhat.” I gave a one-shoulder shrug.
“Good.” He nodded once. “I love you, and I would never want to keep you lonely and without somebody, so long as that nigga does right by you, makes you happy, and ain’t no bitch like the nigga you brought to Lequay’s birthday.”
“I know,” I replied, though his words did surprise me a bit. I didn’t expect him to be okay with me dating anyone, not that I gave a damn, but it was nice to hear.
“By saying that, if it’s a nigga I don’t want you with, I got good reason. I ain’t just throwing my fucking weight around, trying to make you miserable or control you.” He eyed me, and I bobbed my head, willing myself not to tear up. “You deserve the best nigga there is to offer, and though I know sometimes getting heartbroken is a part of life, I don’t think I could take seeing you go through that shit. I ain’t the most sentimental muthafucka, but I got certain soft spots.” He winked.
I grinned but turned away to use my pointer finger in order to keep the few tears welling up at bay.
“Stop. Please,” I joked, finally turning back to him.
“I’m just saying, I would for real put a nigga in the dirt for even making you have bad day, hence why I wanna roll back up to that fucking club and air it out, so I get why niggas who ain’t ’bout it wouldn’t want any parts of you.”
“True.” I nodded, recalling how Low had the same sentiments stating the average man would be scared, especially with the type of brothers I had. “Can you take me to get some food since you made me cry?”
He sucked his teeth before starting his car and saying, “Call my baby so she know what’s up. I was ’posed to have been left.”He tossed me his phone, and I ventured to his call log to tap his wife’s name as I chuckled.
The whole ride to the food place and back, Anastazia and I chatted Asif’s ears off much to his chagrin.
Compton Boys Diner . . .
“When he gets here, he will be on dishes because Aleya, who will be training him to work the front, is off today,” Presley explained as I trailed her around the back kitchen in preparation for Wyatt coming in.
“Okay. He doesn’t care what he does, I can assure you.” I nodded.
Turning to me as she leaned up against the counter, she folded her arms and lifted a brow.
