14. Quasim
Quasim
Twenty-six hours of traveling with a four hour stop in Korea to fuel the jet. I couldn’t wait to get the fuck off this jet and stretch my damn legs and get some fresh air. We went through customs in the private airport we had flown into and were taken straight to the SUV’s that were waiting for us.
I pulled my suitcase and Anjo’s suitcase as she yawned with my blanket wrapped around her. It was Harley’s blanket that I used to wrap her in while singing some silly song that would make her giggle.
Aimee and Capella rode with Cappadonna and Alaia, while Blaze and Capri rode with Capone and Erin. It was me, Blair, Core, and Jeffie that rode together. I held the door open for her and Jeffie to climb in, while we helped the driver load up all their shit in the back.
“You good?” I asked Core, his energy just seemed down and that wasn’t like him. He was usually the one that had something smart to say.
He looked through the back of the car at Jeffie on her phone. “I’ll holla at you later about it.”
I nodded my head and tossed the last suitcase into the truck and slammed it, since the driver was short and needed help anyway. Core climbed into the back with Jeffie, pulling her into him as she rested her head on his shoulder.
It was late as shit, and everybody was tired and wanted to get to the villa so we could sleep. I needed a shower and to take a shit because I refused to blow the bathroom up like Capone and Cappadonna did.
Niggas had no shame, then gonna get mad when we started spraying all the perfume the women had brought on board. “Can I lay on you, Simmy?”
Blair was confused as shit on what she wanted. One minute, she was telling me to let her be happy, even if that meant not being with me. Then the next, she was giving me mixed signals. After seeing her ass with Zay outside that jet, it took everything inside of me to keep calm and realize this was my fault.
She wanted me and I was allowing her to play the field and let another nigga touch what was mine. “You don’t have to ask.”
She snuggled closer to me and rested her head on my lap, as I ran my hand through her hair. “Wanna know what’s bad?”
“Tell me.”
“We gotta do this shit all over again when we go home,” she whined, and we all laughed because traveling that long had us all fucked up. Blair rubbed my knee as she yawned, and we continued to the villa.
It was so dark that other than trees and the lights along the long driveway going up to the villa, you couldn’t see much. The villa had a full staff that greeted us and took our bags out of the trucks while handing us kiwi juice. Soon as we entered the inside of the villa, I nodded my head in approval. Villa Grand Cliff Ungasan was exactly what the name implied; it was on a cliff with crazy ass views of the water. The only reason I knew it was water was because each time it crashed against the beach, I could see the white in the water on the shore.
The contemporary style villa was all white. I felt like I was in a fancy insane asylum with all the damn white they had going on. The couches were white, and the décor was, too. The only thing that stood out was the huge black wooden dining table, but the chairs were white, so did it even count?
The pool furniture and cabanas outside were even white. The infinity pool overlooked the ocean. It was dark now, but I knew when the sun came up, I was going to sit out there and take it all in.
“So, I guess I’ll be the one to take the blame for this.” Erin clapped her hands together, as she leaned on her husband. “The villa only has six bedrooms, so I was thinking that Blair and Aimee could share a room, and then Capella and Quasim could share.”
“Huh?” Aimee looked at Erin like she had lost her mind.
“The villa only has s?—”
Capone laughed. “She heard you Gorgeous, she trying to be married with her husband… she not trying to share no room with Jason.”
“Capo?” Blair yawned as she leaned on me, while I leaned on one of the pillars that separated the living space from the dining area.
He yawned. “What up?”
“I don’t even have the energy to give you a proper fuck ya but find me tomorrow so I can give you all the energy.” She stuck her middle finger at him, and I laughed because we were all delirious, and just wanted to figure this out so that we could go to bed. “Me and Simmy can share a room…we’ve shared one in Monaco. You cool with that?”
I nodded my head.
Capri narrowed her eyes with a sly smirk on her face. “Sureee, you wanna share a room.”
“Mind my business, cause I need to talk to you about something anyway… yo, bring that upstairs,” Blaze grabbed his wife, as they headed up the floating steps to the second level.
“I’m sorry, guys,” Erin apologized.
“E, you planned this whole shit… we straight. All I need is a shower and a bed, and I’m straight.”
She smiled. “Thanks, Sim.”
Capp walked Alaia up the stairs because she was nearly sleeping while standing, waiting to figure out what to do with the room situation. Aimee was trying to play hard to get like she didn’t want her husband, so Capella picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, and took her down the hall to the room they were staying in.
“They nasty.” Capone shook his head, as he grabbed Erin’s hand, and they went into the kitchen.
“Go take your shower and get situated, I’ll give you space before coming in there.” I told Blair, and she yawned and walked down the other long hallway where our room was. It was on the other side of the villa. The shit seemed isolated if you asked me.
I nodded my head toward the backyard. Even though I was tired as shit, I was gonna allow her to take a shower before coming up in there. With the way she was looking, it seemed as if she was disappointed that I wouldn’t be in the room while she showered.
Core held Jeffie’s face and kissed her lips. “Go get ready for bed and I’m coming behind you.”
“Okay… night, Quasim.”
“Night, Jeffie.”
The butler came out with some drinks and food from inside as me and Core settled in on the back patio. I kicked my sneakers off and put my feet up on the lounge chair while relaxing. I needed a good stretch and probably a run in the morning to get my joints back moving right. Every time I moved, I felt the cracking.
I didn’t speak because I wasn’t the type to force someone to get their thoughts out. Core seemed like he was trying to get his thoughts together before he spoke, so I was giving him the space to do it without any pressure.
My eyes closed as I listened to the ocean below us and inhaled the salt water. Smelling the salt water had this sense of peace wash over me. “Jeffie had a miscarriage.”
I opened my eyes and looked over at him. “I’m sorry.”
“Appreciate it. Between that, and then the whole Skyler situation, shit been rough.”
I looked at him. “It was yours?”
“Yeah… me and Geeky never went there, but me and Jeffie have.” He explained, looking down at his watch. “She wants a baby, and I want to give her one.”
“Do you want a baby, though?”
He paused. “Damn, that sounds bad… we both wanted this baby. It wasn’t like we were trying or nothing like that, shit just happened. Surprised the shit out of both of us.”
“Tends to happen when you fucking unprotected.”
Core snickered. “She was so fucking excited. Was gonna ask Menace to be the God father, then started bleeding while she and Menace was out the country. She tried to still continue to do her job, and it was him that forced her to the hospital. Held her as she sobbed until I could get to her… feel guilty not being there for her.”
“You were there for her though. Mens is your family, and he was there where you couldn’t be… you made it to her, no?”
“Yeah, a few hours later. The sob that released from her was some shit I never heard before, Sim.”
I looked down and nodded my head. “You got my prayers… the both of you.”
“This trip came at the perfect time because we both needed a release… something to take our minds off things.”
“Skyler knew?”
“She was the first-person Jeffie told… even with us being in this weird place with each other, she was happy for us.” He explained, but I could tell he was trying to process and figure out what went wrong.
Core was a logical man, and believed in numbers and facts, shit that he could see and understand. A miscarriage was something that nobody could or would understand. It just happened, and you had to keep moving on, and pray that you got a second chance at bringing a child into the world. “When we got back, she was at Jeffie’s apartment and had cleaned it up and ordered takeout for her. I sat on the couch while I heard Jeffie sobbing to her, and there wasn’t shit I could do…couldn’t give her another baby right there on the spot.”
“Aye, stop putting that blame on yourself. It’s not your fault, or her fault.”
“Mama Jean said the same thing. I called her because I didn’t know what to do… how to deal with it, and if my moms was alive, I would have called her. She came over with a bunch of herbs and gave Jeffie a herbal bath and made her teas… Jeffie isn’t close with her mother.”
I smiled. “Jean got her shit with her, but she gonna always come through for her kids. I bet Jeffie needed that.”
“Word. She’s always used to taking care of everybody else, so she needed someone to take care of her.”
“What weird place you and Skyler in?”
“She broke up with me because her baby daddy being a fucking weirdo… on the real, I’m thinking about doing his ass in. She scared that this nigga gonna get rights and visitations, so she ended shit, so he doesn’t use it against her in court. I get it, and respect it because she wanna protect Estella, but I want her to trust me to handle it… I got a team of lawyers on standby if she told me she needed me.”
“Skyler is used to always having to have her own back. Fight or flight mode, so she’s doing what she has to do to protect her baby… Estella is all she has, right?”
“Besides her cousin, yeah.”
“Nigga trying to take her baby away, so she not thinking about what you could do, all she knows is that he can use what you three have against her… need me to handle him?”
Core smirked. “I’ll let you know, Diablo.”
“You already know to give me the word.” I shrugged while yawning and stood up because I needed a shower.
“Good looking, Sim.”
“We family, never got to mention that shit. Just stop blaming yourself and continue to be there for her. God will bless you both when the time is right… ight?”
“I hear you.”
Core wanted to remain by the pool alone for a little while, so I went into the kitchen to grab one of the little bite size sandwiches that they had out. Erin and Capone were sitting at the counter, and the shit was beautiful.
As she was talking to him, he was staring down into her eyes in complete love with his wife. She kept pushing him and telling him to pay attention, and all he wanted to pay attention to was her.
“Sim are you sure that you’re cool about the rooms?” My presence pulled them from their conversation, as I bit into the sandwich.
“I’m not that nigga that’s ever going to complain about some shit, and I don’t think Anjo will either. I probably would have complained if I had to share with Capella’s snoring ass.”
Capone laughed. “Nigga sound like a damn train coming into the station.”
Erin looked at her husband. “And you don’t?”
“We not talking about me, Gorgeous.”
I scooped another sandwich and laughed. “Why the fuck we all the way on the other side of the villa?”
“Well, Capp, Capri, and this one all wanted rooms on the upper level,” Erin explained. “The only other three rooms were downstairs, and you both were too slow picking your room… it’s nice though, I think it’s the best room in the house.”
Capone kissed his wife. “He’s straight… he and Blair got a lot of shit going on and need the space.”
I held my middle finger up as I snatched another sandwich and made the trek down the long ass hallway to the bedroom. Tapping on the door, I pushed it open and closed it behind me. Erin didn’t lie when she said this room was the best one in the villa. I didn’t even need to see the others to compare.
The entire room from the walls to the ceiling was bamboo, with a huge wall of windows overlooking the ocean and whatever view I’m sure would reveal itself in the morning. Our room had the best of both worlds. It had the ocean view, then off to the other side, it was greenery, without another villa for miles.
I walked out onto the patio that wrapped around from one side to the other side and laughed when I saw a netted bed that sat over the edge of the villa. Even with us being on the main floor, the house was elevated, so we were never floor level.
“Beautiful, right?” Blair came out the bathroom with a robe on, and her hair wrapped in a towel.
“Word.”
I didn’t have many words to explain how nice this room was. The platform bed with white bedding, because they couldn’t not have white somewhere, sat in the middle of the room, facing the wall of windows. Blair had them already opened, so you got an inside and outside vibe at the same time.
“I want to sleep with the doors open… so you hear the ocean.”
I looked over at her. “Sleep outside then, because I’m not about to get bit up by those mosquitos,” I slapped my arm as one landed on me.
She snorted. “I didn’t even think about that.”
I watched as she quickly closed the doors and locked them while adjusting her robe. Like hell I wanted that shit to fall to the ground so I could see her body again. Fuck this view, Blair butt ass naked, exposing that pussy to me was my favorite view.
“We need to get some damn bug spray or something.”
Blair jumped up. “I have some… I was watching videos on what to bring and do.”
I watched as she rushed to where our suitcases were, and she dug through the front pocket and came back with some organic bug spray. “You sharing?”
She held it to her chest and smiled. “I don’t know… you been being mean to me.”
We were so close that I could smell her tangerine scented lotion she wore. “I wouldn’t say I been being mean… I been making you feel good, no?”
She held her breath the closer I became to her. “I told you to let me be happy.”
“And have I not? I could have homie on a T-shirt and having a memorial on TV with his fans, but I been behaving.”
Blair stared up at me with those lust filled eyes that I loved so much. “He wants us to be serious and I owe that to him.”
“Then why the fuck are you telling me this, my love?”
We were so close to each other than if I moved a centimeter, our lips would be touching. “I felt like I should tell you.”
“You wanna be with him, right?”
“Ye…yes,” she stammered, letting me know that she didn’t want to be with him. “I want to be with him, Quasim.”
I nodded my head, too tired to do this damn song and dance with her. “I’m about to go take a shower.”
Turning, I walked over to my suitcase and grabbed a few things out of it while she stood there watching me. “I just want you to love me, Simmy. Why the fuck is that so hard for you?” She raised her voice, showing me that us being on this end of the villa was the best choice.
I paused and looked at her. “Watch yourself, Anjo.”
“Or what?” She folded her arms as she challenged me, wanting me to show her some emotion, give her what she’s been desperately craving from me.
I dropped my shit on the bed and crossed the room until I was in front of her, backing her up against the glass as I grabbed her neck gently. My hands eased right up her thigh into her wetness as she looked up at me with tears threatening to fall.
“You looking at me with all this love in your eyes, wanting me to fuck the shit out of you, but you telling me that you wanna be serious with homie. Stop fucking playing with me, Blair… you wanna be with him, but every time you’re with him you think about me, huh?” I inserted my finger inside of her as she moaned out. “You told me you wanted me to let you go, and I’m fucking trying… I’m good at goodbyes, but this back-and-forth shit ain’t for me.”
“Then stop doing the back and forth… give me what I want to give you. Why do I have to beg you.”
I bit her bottom lip, as she moaned into my mouth and I pulled my fingers from inside of her, leaving her spent against the glass. “You don’t even know what you want… First you want me to leave you alone, then you wanna lay on me on the jet, and stare at me with those eyes.”
“What eyes, Quasim?” She asked, as she remained on the window.
“The eyes that tell me you would give up everything for me… you love me and would do whatever when it comes to me.”
“And will,” she whispered.
“Fuck, Anjo,” I snatched my shit up, and turned toward the bathroom. “I’m not good for you… you don’t deserve a nigga like me.”
She remained quiet for a second before she removed herself from the window and closed her robe back. “I hate that you feel like that… that you can’t love me because I have loved you for some time. I want you so bad that the shit hurts, but you’ve made it very clear… it’s understood.” She pulled the blankets back on the bed.
I went into the bathroom and ran a shower, standing under the water with my hands on the wall, fucking pissed at the conversation we just had. The fuck is wrong with me. Again, I had the chance to make the shit right, and everything inside my body fought against that. My body was telling me that I needed to leave shit alone and allow her to be truly happy.
Loving me had her stabbing a bitch in the head. Yeah, she also defended Capri, but my name was mentioned, too. She wouldn’t want to love a nigga like me, not after she knew the real me. The me that only a few people knew about.
After my shower, I pulled on a pair of briefs and walked out the bathroom. While I was in the shower, she pulled on a nightgown and had her back to me with her kindle in her hand. I got down on my knees at the end of the bed, and she finally looked over at me.
“Come pray with me, Blair.”
She sat up and looked at me. “I hate when you call me Blair.”
“Come pray with me, my love,” I corrected myself and she placed the kindle down, and came around the bed, kneeling beside me.
“I hate to admit that I don’t pray too much… I mean, I do, but not much. I was angry at God for a little while after I was diagnosed with cancer,” she spoke, almost like she was scared he wouldn’t accept her prayer.
Like a confession before you’re actually caught. I looked over at her as she went on her yapping spree. My baby talked so damn much, but it balanced shit out because I didn’t talk enough.
“Say what’s on your heart… he won’t judge. I always pray for you, so he’s not mad at you no more.” I smirked, and she shoved me with a smile on her face.
“Ugh, I can’t stand you.”
I felt her hand slip into mine, as she bowed her head, and I did the same. When I was done, I looked over at her, and her eyes were still closed as she continued her prayer, squeezing my hand. Once she was done, she kissed her hand and did a cross.
“You was shit talking about me to God?”
She stood up and sat on the edge of the bed. “Not you cursing after just praying… shame on you, Quasimmy.”
I yawned while standing up and stretched until I heard the popping sounds that I needed to hear. When I looked down, Blair was on the edge of the bed, staring right at my dick. She couldn’t even pretend that wasn’t where she was looking, and when our eyes met, she didn’t pretend not to look.
“You saw me completely naked… I can look.” She removed herself from the edge of the bed and walked around to her side.
I laughed and climbed into bed, with my arms behind my head. She flopped around for a minute before she got comfortable on her side, and I closed my eyes, allowing sleep to consume me.