Page 107 of Quasim III: King Inferno

He was quiet and refused to look me in the eyes, something that happened way too often. His eye contact was my favorite thing about him. It was always intense and made my stomach bubble with nervousness, but I would give anything for him to stare into my eyes. Now, he avoided eye contact, and it was like he was ashamed.

Embarrassed.

“Blair, I told you that I got it… you pregnant,” he snapped.

I paused, because it had been a lot ofBlairthis and that, and never Anjo. It was hard because I was trying to be patient and understanding. I’ve struggled with being beaten nearly to death by Tookie, and the mental anguish you went through when it was done was something that I didn’t miss. You were constantly blaming yourself, trying to figure out how you could have avoided it, and wanting to fix things.

Quasim was always someone that was used to fixing everything, and because he couldn’t do that right now, it weighed heavy on him. Being removed from the city and having to lay low was hard for him. Polo tried to take him out, and he couldn’t do anything about it. As much as I reminded him that I was here for him, it never mattered because he was so deep in his head.

At night, he didn’t sleep in the room with me. He was in that damn living room with the TV on mute and sitting on the couch. I wanted my Simmy back, and it was hard being quiet, knowing that I was losing a piece of him every day.

I couldn’t remember the last time I felt his lips on mine.

His body against mine.

Quasim lived in his head constantly, only snapping out long enough to be present with Elijah and then going back into that head of his.

“Sorry.” I apologized as he headed out the room.

He was laying in the middle of the bed with his arms behind his head. I watched as his low eyes watched the news, on mute, and then he looked over toward me. I wore a thin T-shirt that brushed against my hardened nipples. The shirt was so sheer that you could see my darkened nipples through the material. Each time the shirt grazed my breast, it sent a chill down my spine.

One that told me it had been too long without my husband inside of me. Our doctor told me it was alright for me to have sex. She didn’t feel like I was in danger of early labor if I indulged in sex.

“Simmy,” I called out.

“My love,” he called back and leaned up as he looked over at me. “Shit.”

I climbed onto the bed, and kissed his lips slowly, as his hands caressed my body. His knuckles brushed against my nipples while he sucked on my lips.

We needed this.

He wore linen pajama pants, and as I straddled him, he pulled his pants down. Removing the shirt, I stared down into his eyes as he caressed my nipples, and I kissed his lips, while rubbing myself on his dick.

It wasn’t hard.

Quasim was usually hard before I could straddle him.

The frustration clouded his face, and I could tell he was thinking the same thing that I was. Gently flipping me over onto my back, he leaned over me, sucking on my neck and rubbing his fingers up and down my clit. He licked his fingers before sucking on my lips.

“Baby, I wanna feel you,” I cooed, and he kissed my lips again, before resting his head onto my forehead. “Simmy, what’s the matter?”

“Fuck,” he groaned.

Placing a soft kiss on my forehead, he climbed out the bed and picked his pants up, leaving the room. I looked over at the imaginary camera, because this was the second time this man had left me hot and ready.

I stood in the middle of the room thinking about how sex used to come so easy. How all we had to do was look at one another and we were ready. Now, it seemed like we both avoided it, mostly because I didn’t want him to feel ashamed about it. My heart was beating hard as I looked out at the beautiful view of the water, and the beach that the home sat on. Ashbourne was beautiful, and one wouldn’t have known this gem existed. I loved being able to just exist without worrying about someone coming after us.

Simmy wasn’t strong enough to withhold a flight to Barbados, so this was the next best option. Now, he was finally cleared to travel, but Ashbourne had been where we remained. It was good for Elijah right now.

He was in school, and he loved it.

Children weren’t making fun of him, and it was mostly because all of the brats that attended his private school were rich, too. I lived for private school drop off with him every morning.

“Why the fuck did I just apologize?” I asked myself.

I placed my hand on my belly and smiled whenever I felt her move. My stomach had grown, and it seemed like it happened overnight. This little girl was growing, and I prayed every night for her. I couldn’t wait until I was able to bring her into this world. I had been doing classes with Syn over facetime every morning.

She had come to visit a few times.

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