Page 98 of Quasim II: King Inferno

As long as I got to witness her walk down the aisle toward me, nothing else mattered.

Blair

Recommendation: Let’s Get Married By Jagged Edge

After me andCapri went back to the restaurant to grab something to go, we ate on the beach before we started to out yawn each other. Zoya was somewhere with Goon, and Syn was on the beach with Havoc. Kobe did his nighttime routine and came out with a bonnet and his tea, and said he was going to sleep.

We had enough entertainment for the night. It wasn’t that we pulled up to the lounge because we thought any of our men would do something. I knew firsthand that I had a mean man, and he wasn’t about to give any chick any added conversation.

We all wanted to pay them back for always snatching us out of somewhere. This was our chance to snatch they asses up, and then that bitch got feisty out the mouth. For a minute, I forgot I was even pregnant until Kobe reminded me.

I saw the look in Simmy’s eyes when he saw me swing my arm back, and I already knew I needed to chill before my stupid ass got dealt with. In the bathroom, I needed to pay him back because when he said he ran shit, he really did run shit.

Still, I needed his ass to realize that he wasn’t the only person that ran shit around here. Like he had my ass chasing behind him, he was the same exact way. Maybe I was the louder crash out, but a crash out was a damn crash out, at the end of the day.

I had finally showered and gotten comfortable in bed, asleep, when I jumped up in the bed from hearing someone singing loud as shit. The window to the room was open and our beach was private, so nobody should have been on it but whoever belonged.

Climbing out the bed, I left the room, and Capri was coming down the stairs while Zoya was coming around the corner from the downstairs room with Goon behind her.

“Get your mind out the gutter… we were watching a movie.” She quickly defended herself, as Goon stood behind her with no shirt on.

“Meet me at the altar?” I heard singing again, and we rushed to the backyard, and I closed my eyes at the sight before me.

Quasim was ripping his white shirt, while Meer was behind him hyping him up, both of them drunk as shit. “Do it, yeahhhh,” Meer had his background vocals.

They were slurring and stumbling as Sim continued to sing while ripping his shirt, and I couldn’t keep a straight face because I had never seen him so uncontrolled. He dropped to his knees and sang how he was ready to commit to me, while Meer started dry humping the grass behind him.

Capri was on the floor howling as she watched, while Zoya was recording them as they performed ‘Let’s Get Married’.

“Do ittttt, yeah, Do ittttttt!” He continued to sing while I had tears falling down my face because I was in literal tears, laughing with Capri.

I could smell the liquor all the way over here as they danced. With all the ripping of the shirt he was doing, you would have thought it would be off him. It was around his neck and looked like the Hulk had got his ass.

“I wanna do you, too, Anjo… let me do you.” He sang, and I put my hand over my face as I watched his sweaty ass with this drunken look of lust in his eyes.

Capri could not stop laughing each time she tried to get up. Meer was still grinding on the grass while Quasim was on his knees like it was an old school R&B video shoot. “Quasim, you are fucked up.”

“Hell yeah… don’t ever fucking chal…chal…you know what the fuck I mean,” he slurred, as I tried to help him up, and he pulled me into his arms and kissed my lips.

“How fucking much did you drink?” Goon laughed as he helped a grinding Meer. Sim had stopped singing and Meer’s ass was in the background still screaming ‘do itttt’

“Thirty…” he used his finger to count and then stuck his middle finger up. “That many shots, nigga.” Goon was trying to get Meer up while his wife couldn’t breathe from laughing.

Zoya had joined her while showing her the footage she captured. “Can I do youuuuu, Blairrrrrrr,” Sim started singing and I grabbed his lips up.

“You are way too damn drunk… let’s go to bed.” I waved the smell of alcohol away from me.

He smelled like he had been in the bottom of a damn bottle of rum. “Not drunk enough to do youuuuuu!”

Soon as he said do you, Meer pounced back on the floor and continued to dry hump the grass. Goon kicked his ass and walked away. “Nah, fuck this… get yo freaky ass husband, Pri.”

“Goon, I promise…. promise I can’t move because I peed all over myself.” She busted out laughing more, as she lifted herself and the pavement was wet.

“Nah, I’m taking my God baby for full custody…I’m going to fucking bed. Baby Cakes, we going to bed.”

“I am not sleeping in your bed, Gerald.” Zoya continued to laugh.

“You not gonna sleep in my bed?” He turned to look at her, and she stood firm.

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