Page 74 of Quasim II: King Inferno

Blair came over to the table and smiled, as she slid onto my lap and looked across the table. “It’s nice to see you again, Birkin.”

“Berkeley.”

“That’s what I said Badminton.”

I kissed her ear. “Anjo,” I whispered into her ear, and she balled my fucking lips up while staring across the table.

I’ve seen every woman in our lives do that shit to my niggas and always found myself laughing because that shit would never happen to me. Now, I found myself in the middle of a restaurant with my future wife on my lap, my lips balled up, with a woman that should be running, sitting across from us.

If she knew Blair like I knew her, she would get the fuck out of here because we had steak knives on the table. Havoc was laughing as I shot his ass a look, because why the fuck was she here?

“What I’m trying to figure out is why you out to dinner with her when you have a fiancée? Did you both not fuck before?”

Berkeley choked on her drink. “Excuse me?”

“You’re excused.”

I held her as she released my lips and watched as she sat on me, while staring daggers into Berkeley. “This is innocent. We are friends.”

“If this is innocent, then I’ll be joining. Hold up, who paying before I crash out even more?” She looked between me and then Berks.

“My love, I’ll never allow a woman to pay for my meal… you know that. It’s innocent, you trust me, right?” I kissed her neck.

“If this is innocent, then why is Bad Mon Forward over there looking nervous?” She looked me in the eyes.

“I am not nervous.” Berkeley shifted in her seat nervously.

Blair sucked her teeth. “Every time Bernie Mac sees you, she makes it a point to speak to you.”

“Bitch, it’s called being friendly.”

Other than the shit at Jesse’s crib, and I wasn’t even there to witness that, my baby was always quiet and reserved. Nothingmade her get out of pocket, but the way she rose out my lap, I snatched her back and held her in place.

“Berks, chill the fuck out. You not about to disrespect my wife.”

Berkeley damn near fell back in the chair in disbelief. “But she can call me all kinds of names and you say nothing?”

I moved on the notion that my wife was always right in public, then once we were home and I was deep inside her guts, I was going to make her see all the ways she was wrong. I was never going to disagree with her in public.

“She been calling you by your name, no?”

“My name isn’t any of the names that she has been saying, Quasim!” She raised her voice, while Blair crossed her arms.

“Bingle bop, I said your name.”

The snicker from behind me told me that Havoc was laughing his ass off while I was trying to keep a straight face.

“Chill out… give us a second.” I lifted Anjo up, and pulled her behind me into the men’s bathroom, locking the door behind me.

She already knew what I meant when I raised my eyebrow at her. “You not about to make me out to be wrong… hiding shit is never good, and I don’t want to hear that insecure shit you was chatting before. Had I met with a nigga I used to fuckwithoutyou knowing, you would have burned this bitch to the ground.”

“True.”

She had me there, and I couldn’t front. Being honest, she was nice with how she approached because I would have drove my whip into the restaurant and beat the fuck out the nigga.

That was just me, though.

I backed her up against the sink and kissed her on the neck. “This was business for me, my love. You already know who I belong to… go ahead and touch it so you can stop forgetting.”

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