17. Quasim
Quasim
Big Pri: Girl, you know we can hear you screaming… woke me up.
I chuckled when I saw the message sitting on Blair’s screen as she was sprawled across the bed naked. The view of the ocean and mountains in the distance was too beautiful to not take in, so I opened the doors, allowing a slight breeze in.
I took place in the open doorway, and watched as she slept across the bed, her legs in a four shape, while her mouth was open and drool spilled out. It didn’t matter where I was in the world, I would always be up at the ass crack of dawn. Routine was the one thing that kept me grounded during my grief.
It was the constant when I was in a place where everything was so unpredictable. I looked at the time, and leaned over the bed, kissing her lips. She released a soft moan as her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me.
“You want some coffee?”
Her arm found its way around my neck, and she clung onto me. “Come back to bed with me… please.”
I climbed back in the bed and sat on the edge with her as she clung onto me. The shit felt so fucking good that it scared me at the same time. Feeling love from a woman like Blair wasn’t some regular shit.
When Capri stared into Blaze’s eyes, you could see the love she had for him. You could feel the shit and it wasn’t even being directed at you. I always wondered what that felt like, because it had been so long since I had felt love like that.
Anjo showed me exactly what that felt like. She wasn’t afraid to show me that she was going crazy about me. Each time she told me she was done, and to leave her alone, she could never stand on it because the love she had for me was so strong.
Her phone started to ring, and I reached across the table to hand it to her. When I saw the name, I started to laugh while she looked away. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“You not getting this until you handle your business, Anjo.”
She leaned up and looked at me. “I cannot tell him this while I’m here… that isn’t right, Simmy.”
The phone had stopped ringing as I grabbed her ass up, putting her right on my lap, facing me. I lifted her up and sat her right on my dick, and she maneuvered her hips, trying to get me hard. I lifted her up, and she fought hard to be placed back down on it.
“Since you want to be all respectful and do shit right, I’ll give you that.” I held her chin and stared in her eyes while gripping her ass. “Blair, don’t fucking play with me… you want this dick, but a whole other crazy comes with this.”
She kissed my lips. “I can say the same thing.”
I slapped her ass while biting down on my lips. She sat in my lap naked, and with the way the sunlight was shining on her, she looked like a true angel.
“You going back to sleep?”
“I have to take my medicine, and then I’m gonna take a shower before breakfast.” She looked over at her phone that chimed.
When she saw my smirk. “You eating this up, but we need to be talking about Brady.”
“Who?”
“The chick that’s an old friend.”
I sat her back on the bed and stood up. “She is an old friend.”
“That you smashed?”
“Something like that.”
“You didn’t fuck her at all?” She raised her brow at me, wanting me to come right out and tell her if I fucked Berkeley or not.
“We fucked. It was a minute ago, Anjo.”
“Hmm.”
“Coffee?” I quickly breezed out the room, knowing she couldn’t continue the conversation because she was butt ass naked.
“Quasim!” I heard her call behind me as I headed down the hall into the kitchen, where the staff had prepared a buffet style breakfast and set the dining table.
Cappadonna, Capone, Quameer, and Capri were all seated at the dining table. “Good morning.”
“Is my friend alive?”
“The fuck?”
“I heard screaming in the early hours this morning… just making sure she’s alive.” Capri busted out laughing.
Blaze held his hand out to dap me up. “Somebody got some cutty last night.”
Cappadonna snorted while drinking his tea. “You walking with a pep in your step, too… you straight, Sim?”
“Why the fuck you all paying attention to me? What we getting into today?” I grabbed a plate and fixed myself something to eat, then sat it down before going back and making Anjo one.
“Erin wants to do that swing shit where they wear some used dress and swing on a big ass swing over a cliff… she love pushing our life insurance limits.” Capone muttered as he popped his medicine and washed it down with water.
“I want to do it, too… it’s going to be so pretty in the new house. I’m thinking the foyer.” She looked over at Blaze.
“I need one for my wallet.”
Capri laughed. “Meer, I think you are the only one that carries a picture in your wallet.”
Cappadonna flipped his wallet out. “Nah, I keep a picture of my wife and kids in mine.”
“Same.” Capone agreed.
She looked over at me. “I keep one of Harley inside mine.”
“I stand corrected, then. Which one do you have of me in there?” She took her husband’s wallet and pulled the picture out. “Robert, you got to be fucking with me.”
“What, that shit cute.”
When she flipped it around, it was a picture of her asleep while pregnant. She had food all around her mouth while her swollen stomach was on display. “Meer, this is not cute.”
“It’s my favorite picture, Sug… remember you were so sad because you claimed your nose was spreading and you felt ugly. Then you started to eat ice cream and fell asleep sitting up… you looked so beautiful, especially with my baby inside of you.” He kissed her hand, and she smiled at him.
Removing herself from her chair and sitting in his lap, kissing him on the lips. “This nigga gotta always make us look bad,” Corleon said, as he squeezed his oldest brother’s shoulder, taking a seat right between them.
“Don’t be mad because I’m that nigga.” He kissed Capri, and she hugged him back while he said something in her ear.
I turned my attention to Jeffie who was already fully dressed, while the rest of us were still in pajamas. “Good morning,” she smiled.
“Hey Jeffie… so today we’re going to take pictures on the swing… cool?”
“Yep… Core took my itinerary and purposely dropped the laminated one over the cliff.” She cut her eyes at him.
Aimee came in from outside with Cappella behind her. “Finally, everyone is up.”
“Yoga?” Capp asked.
“Yes… it was beautiful.”
Erin came in behind them. “It was so beautiful.”
Capone craned his neck to look at his wife. “You mean to tell me you woke up early as shit to do yoga, when I could have bent you in different pos—” He couldn’t finish his sentence because she got to him in time to bawl his lips up.
“Winston, you have said enough.”
I finished my food and grabbed my baby’s plate to take it to her. When I opened the door, I could hear Jesse Powell crooning the words to my favorite song. I listened and could hear Blair singing the song as best as she could. As I rounded the corner, she had showered and was in a robe while drying her hair and singing with her eyes closed.
“The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you say my name,” she sang while holding the blow dryer to her mouth like a microphone.
I put the plate of food on the vanity and leaned in the doorway, watching her sing. She swayed her hips to the side, as she continued to sing. It was when she opened her eyes that she jumped before blushing and looking away.
“Don’t stop now… continue singing.”
She turned slowly. “That song has been in my head for weeks now.”
“It’s my favorite song.”
I watched as she searched my eyes to see if I was fucking with her or not. “Is it really?”
“The night I drove you home from Fern, it was playing in the car.”
She snapped her fingers. “That’s why it keeps playing in my head… I cannot get it out, and decided to just listen to it to see if that would help.”
I watched as she crossed the bathroom until she was right in front of me. Pulling her into me, I held her waist as we swayed to the song, my favorite part was when Jesse was going in. When we were teenagers, I used to make Meer sing that shit to me.
He would sing and I would play it on the piano, sometimes fucking up because I would be so lost in the words, feeling everything about the song. Now that he was older and his voice matured, he could give Jesse a run for his money.
Every time I heard this song, it made me think of my future, and the love that my brother had for me. It was one of those songs that I held close to my heart and cherished.
Anjo held me around the neck as we continued to sway to the song. “I want to say something but don’t want to be weird.”
“Tell me.”
“I don’t want to… scared.”
I kissed her neck. “You can tell me anything, Anjo.”
She pulled back and stared into my eyes. “Can I, without you running and shutting me out? I want to make sure that this is a safe place, and that you won’t go running from me.”
I had scared her. “You got my word that I won’t shut you out, baby.”
She closed the space between us. “I want to marry you to that song, Simmy… I want to be your wife, hold your last name, and build a beautiful family with you.”
I smiled at her. “Shit scares the fuck out of me… not gonna front.”
“It can scare you… as long as you don’t run from me. I’m not saying all of this has to happen now, but I want those things with only you.” Blair looked down at her hands. “I’ve done it before, and it was wrong… I never should have married a man like him.”
“Oh yeah.”
Her eyes rose from her hands back to me. “You already knew?”
“Been knew… was waiting on you to tell me… I also know that shit is a done deal, too.”
Blair looked behind her like someone was telling me her business and she couldn’t see them. “How do you know everything?”
I grabbed her and kissed her lips. “I know every fucking thing. Just don’t let me fucking find out you out there giving my pussy away or playing games with my heart… I won’t ever play games with yours.”
She pulled at my lip. “I won’t.”
“Actually, you need to be drafting that letter to homie, because we not about to drag this shit out… you don’t want him on a shirt, my love.”
She followed behind me. “No, Quasim.”
“I told you what you need to do… eat. I know for a fact one of your medications has to be taken with food.”
She stomped but took her ass over to that vanity with the food and sat down. “Is that why you wouldn’t put it in last night?”
I laughed. “Exactly why.”
“So, you would have held off until I eventually told you?”
“I’m a patient man, Anjo… did you ever have plans on telling me?”
She shook her head yes. “Just didn’t know how to tell you… I feel stupid for even doing it, and ashamed.”
I watched as she took a bite of the biscuit looking pastry I had put on her plate. “We all got a past, Anjo. Just don’t fucking lie to me about it, ight?”
She smiled. “Like you and Brad?”
I walked over toward her as she stared in the mirror eating, rubbing her shoulders, I kissed her neck. “What’s her face? I don’t even remember her name.”
“Yeah, you better not remember her name.”
I laughed, because she swore she was running shit. Anjo had no idea that I was the nigga in charge in all parts of this, and the minute she got this dick, I wasn’t going to be the only one crazy.
“Yo, you got her out here looking like she had an allergic reaction with all those damn passion marks.” Blaze whispered as we walked up this steep ass hill to get to this damn swing.
The pictures didn’t match shit that Capri had shown me. There were a bunch of people waiting in line with hella people trying to sell you packages to whatever else they had going on. Our driver knew about all the spots, and damn near knew everyone, so he was able to get us to pay extra so everyone could skip the line.
I laughed. “It was something she ate that made her break out.”
Blaze looked at me and laughed. “Don’t be all weird when we get fucking home. Cause if I have to sit up and listen to my wife talking her down… I’m coming to your house and shitting in the middle of your living room… me and Beretta.”
I looked at my brother and often wondered if my mother was drinking when she was pregnant with him. Blaze was something a little different, and I never could put my finger on it. Nigga was bat shit crazy, and that was something we shared.
I was quieter about mine. You didn’t find out that I was a little crazy until you were already in it with me. It wasn’t like I wasn’t warning Blair ahead of time, I gave her ass two warnings. The third one would come with some action if she did some wild shit that made me have to come out of character.
“I told her that I love her.” Blaze came to me about everything he had going on, and always needed that brotherly advice.
I was his older brother and always felt like I was burdening him with my problems, so I never spoke on my shit, always keeping it to myself. Gams always told me I was like a ticking time bomb and the minute that I exploded, it wouldn’t be good for nobody.
“Word?”
“Yeah.”
My brother that always had something smart to say was speechless, and his look was serious. “This all I want for you, Sim.”
“Chill, we just exchanged words.”
“That’s where you get it fucked up. I know it’s been a minute since you said that shit to someone, but those aren’t just words to her… hell, to me. When I told Suga I loved her, that shit was a feeling. Yeah, I said the words to her, but I felt the shit before the words even left my mouth.”
“I hear you.”
He was right.
I had been in denial about how I felt about Blair for a little minute. Always pushing it out of my head and convincing myself that she was better off without me. When she hopped out the car to get on the jet to go to Monaco, I felt that shit hard.
It hit me like a punch to the chest. This woman was simply existing in my world, and she had the power to bring me to my knees. She didn’t even know how much she had me wrapped around her fingers. It was Blair’s world, and I was just the nigga making sure she always remained protected in it.
Capone, Cappadonna, Corleon, and Capella all stayed back at the villa, while me and Blaze decided to come. I had plans to stay back, too, but Anjo forced me to come. Claimed she needed me to take pictures with her phone, too.
As if she didn’t have about four other women that could have taken her picture. I took it as her wanting to spend time with me, so I came out with them. Blaze was coming, because he swore he was a photographer, and he needed to get the perfect angle for his wife, and this portrait that was going into the new house.
He had his own camera and was messing with the settings. “Why is this picture so important to you?”
I watched as he continued to mess with the buttons. “I’ve taken plenty of pictures of her, this one just hits different for so many reasons. She’s celebrating another birthday, her first one as a mother and a wife. Sim, she’s grown so fucking much, her strength, and everything… I wanna be the one to capture her how I see her.”
“Damn, Blaze… you getting all misty eyed and shit.”
He chuckled. “I love the shit out that woman… never thought I would experience a love like that. Gams kept telling me that she would be my wife, even before meeting her.”
“I knew she would be when you asked for permission to date her. You don’t ask nobody for shit, so I knew she meant a lot to you.”
“Meer, did you fix the camera?” Capri came back over, not knowing that her husband was moved to tears because of how he felt about her.
“Yeah, Sug… Camera is all ready,” he kissed her cheek.
While he kissed her, she turned to look at me. “My girl look like she was bit by spiders or something.”
“She’s allergic to something.”
“Bullshit… you two… I’m gonna mind my business. However, I like what’s going on between you two… again .”
I don’t know how me and Blaze got put on picture duty along with the man who ran the swing. When Blair put on the red dress and got on the swing, I was speechless. I wasn’t the only one, because the people in the line clapped and called her beautiful.
She was so beautiful.
I was so turned on watching her because she was staring directly into my eyes the entire shoot. I took as many pictures as I could focus on, because the focus was on her.
My focus was on her.
Blair was the first one to take pictures while the rest of the women stood back and waited. Alaia and Erin were looking over the dress options that they had inside the little shop.
When they pushed the swing, the train of the dress flew in the air, as she tossed her head back and laughed. I could tell that her laugh came from the soul, as the swing went all the way back. She made a silly cross-eyed look while sticking her tongue out that caused me to laugh as I took the picture.
As the swing went back and forth, she looked so carefree and at peace. I knew that hadn’t always been the case when it came to her and life.
Blair had this light about her that couldn’t be put out. Even in the midst of her own storm, she found a way to be there for those that she loved. Her heart was so pure, and you didn’t find a lot of women with a heart like hers.
Then it was that red on her.
It was my favorite color on her, and she knew that shit. I took every piece of her in as she was in her element. The women all hyped her up, as she tapped into her Tyra Banks shit, smiling with her eyes and shit. The photographer got her from all angles, as she kicked her feet out and looked over at me.
This was my wife.
I kissed my two fingers and winked at her while she blushed and continued to take her pictures. While she was taking her pictures, I went over to the photographer’s stand, and paid for all the pictures of her, and the videos.
“You want it all?” He asked if I was sure.
“I want all of her pictures and videos, but I’m paying for all the other women’s pictures and videos, too.” I hadn’t had the chance to exchange my money, so I pulled out five hundred dollars, which was way more than this shit costs, but I didn’t mind giving him a tip, because they went above and beyond for these pictures.
As I finished up with homie, I watched as Blair shot across to quickly change out of the dress, then she came back toward me. “How did I do?”
“You looked beautiful, Anjo.” I whispered into her ear, kissing her neck in the process. “Come here real quick,” I pulled her hand, and walked back toward the sprinter van we arrived in.
“What happened?” She asked, confused, as I slid the door open for her, and helped her climb up into the van. We were parked near the entrance. The van’s windows were tinted out, and you couldn’t see the front of the van from the back, because there was a TV on the divider that separated the front from the back.
I fixed the chair, then looked over at her. Blair was staring at me like I was crazy. “Come here… make me cum, Anjo.”
I reached for her, as she looked around like someone could see us back here. “You sure nobody can see us back here, Simmy?”
She pulled her maxi dress up, showing me that her ass didn’t have any panties on. When she put the red dress on, she only pulled down the top of her maxi dress and slid the red dress on over it, since it was so oversized.
Kissing on her neck, I looked up at her. “I would never expose you like that, my love… you know that, right?”
I couldn’t focus on her not having panties on, so I grabbed her and sat her down on me. She held the back of the chair while kissing me, as she lowered herself down on me.
I rested my head back because she was so tight, and the grip that it had on my dick had me about to bust, and we hadn’t done shit yet. “Like this, King?” She cooed.
My hand gripped her hips as I slowly lifted her up and then slammed her back down on my dick. “The fuck you trying to do to me, Anjo… fuck.” I groaned as I slammed her down on my dick, and she held onto my chest.
She kissed my neck while she moaned out. “Hmmm….ahhh…Simmmy,” she moaned, and I was too focused on this nut for both of us.
I wanted her to feel this shit just as much as I wanted it for myself. “Shit, baby… fuck, you so wet…. Why the fuck you so wet?”
“For you, Simmy… you do this…. to meeee!” Her breasts bounced in the dress; she was practically naked with this fucking dress on.
“I better not catch you without panties on when you’re not with me… you fucking hear me,” I gritted, as I continued to slam her down on my dick. She didn’t say anything because she was squeezing my shoulders while I stared up into her eyes. “I can’t fucking hear you.”
“Yes, Simmy… yes. I won’t do it again,” she kissed me on the lips, while I slowed down, and she took control.
Holding onto the seat and my chest, she bounced that pussy on me while staring me directly in the eyes, never breaking eye contact. We were both so caught up in what we were doing that it didn’t matter that we were in the back of a sprinter van with dozens of tourists passing by.
“You wanted this dick, right?”
“Uh hmmmm.”
“Let me catch you giving my shit to someone else, Blair… don’t make me show you how I can get.” I warned her, as I took control again.
Her breasts were bouncing hard against her chest the more I slammed her down on me. The vein in my forearms bulged with how hard I was slamming her down. Her lips were parted, and her eyes were glossed over while she was trying to catch her breath.
“Can…I need to cum, King… please,” she moaned out, kissing on my neck. “Please… I have to.”
I held onto her, ignoring her while getting to where I needed. “Wait for me, my love… you wanna come with me, no?”
“I do… so bad,” she whined in my ear, sending the hair on the back of my neck standing up. Her cool breath on my neck, and the smell of her had my senses going crazy. My baby smelled like coconut and eucalyptus, which was probably why I always felt so damn calm whenever she was around me.
It was the scent I smelled when she laid on top of me last night. In the midst of my own turmoil, it was her scent that pulled me through, and she was there staring at me with tears in her eyes.
“Simmy, I love you so much baby… I love…love you,” she cooed in my ear. “Just like that, baby… you make me so wet, King… do I feel good?”
“Fuck yeah, my love… shit…”
I lifted her up and looked at how wet my dick was sliding into her pussy. Her shit hugged my dick like a fucking glove as I lowered her back down onto me, I had to bite my lip because the shit felt so damn good.
“Hmmm.”
Between her scent, her voice and the way she felt on my dick, I was right there. “Cum for me, Anjo.” I demanded. “Where you want me to put this nut, my love… tell me cause I’m right there.” I grunted while slamming her down on me, knowing that I was about to unload.
“Inside me, King,” she whispered into my ear, then licked my neck while bouncing down on me harder, letting out a loud whine, while one lone tear fell down her face while her mouth remained agape.
The site of her reaching her peak on my dick had me shooting up inside of her, before I could even stop myself.
I reached up and wiped her tear away, pushing my lips onto hers, as I wrapped my arms around her pulling her back onto me, kissing her shoulder.
“Where did that even come from?” She asked, her voice too weak.
I continued to kiss her shoulder. “Seeing you on that swing in that red… I had to fucking have you right now… whenever I want it, you gonna give it to me?”
“Anytime you want it,” she smiled at me, kissing me on the nose, as I fixed the straps on her dress.
I didn’t count for our first time being in the back of a sprinter van, but I couldn’t wait until we got back to the villa. After last night, it took great restraint not to slip inside her hella times. One thing my baby had to learn is that I controlled shit in the bedroom.
Slapping her ass, I kissed her on the neck. “Ready to head back?”
“No.” She whined and held onto me tighter.
“You know you fucked up, right?”
She popped her head up and stared at me puzzled. “What you mean?”
I held her chin. “You let me inside you, Anjo… that calm shit I was on is out the window… I’m making everything a problem when it comes to you.” I kissed her chin, as she laughed.
“I have to find a plan b or something… maybe the housekeeper knows, she speaks the best English.” She paused and looked at me. “Why you looking at me like that, Simmy?”
“Stop fucking playing with me, Blair.” The thought of me nutting inside of her was scary, knowing what came with that.
Even knowing that I could get her pregnant, the sound of her wanting to take a plan b pissed me the fuck off. I was a conflicted nigga, and I knew that and owned the shit. I could have slid inside of her while in Italy, but I held back because I knew the minute that I was inside her that I would feel like this.
“I’m not trying to have you knock me up and then run away from me.” Her silly ass smirked, as I pinched her ass.
“Do me a favor.”
“What’s that?”
“Two actually.”
“Okay.”
“First one… I handle my responsibility, and you are my responsibility, so if a baby comes out of this… just know you gonna have to pry me away from you cause I’m not going nowhere… need you to know that, ight?”
She nodded her head. “Well, there won’t be too much of you just releasing your seeds inside of me. I said I wanted to marry you and then have your babies… in that order. What’s the second favor?”
“Jeffie had a miscarriage. See if she’ll open up to you… feel like she’s been down.” I rubbed her ass while she stared at me.
“I was wondering what was going on with her. She’s always so chipper, and since we got here, she’s seemed so gloomy… that’s sweet of you, Simmy.”
She kissed my nose again, as I palmed her ass while staring into her eyes. “You telling me that I have to marry you in order for you to have my babies?”
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you… won’t have me out here chasing you down like a baby mama.” She snickered, clearly so fucking tickled by her little joke.
Anjo had no clue how serious I was when it came to how I was coming behind her. Give me the white straight jacket because all my control and common sense went out the window. Like Blaze said, it was all gas no sense behind the future Queen Inferno.