Page 73 of Quasim III: King Inferno

“I’m yours, Geeky?”

She blushed as she continued to tease Estella, who hopped down from the bed and went to tickle Jeffie who was already laughing at their little game. “Stellie, you cannot tickle me… I’m not ticklish.”

I stood up, tossing Skyler over my shoulder while she laughed and went over to Jeffie who was standing there. Kissing her neck, I slid my tongue across her neck as she shivered. She was so busy trying to be strong that she didn’t notice my hands, and I tickled her ribs.

“Corleon, that isn’t fair!” she broke out into laughter.

Skyler laughed. “Trying to stand strong… you could never.”

I put Skyler back onto the floor. “Neither of you can… stop fronting.”

Licking my lips, they both looked at me with those eyes. I knew they both wanted to be fucked, and I was sticking to my shit.

Me and Jeffie had fucked plenty of times, even before we decided to give this a shot with Skyler. It was never anything serious, just us being familiar and never wanting to do it with someone new. More of a convenience than anything. More so for Jeffie than me, because I always knew I wanted her.

She didn’t want what I came with, and I always respected that. Since losing the baby, we decided to take a break from trying. It was stressing her out and making her be someone that she wasn’t. I wanted her to heal before I planted another one in her womb.

I knew the next time my soldiers got inside of her, she was going to carry my seed full term. “Whatever, Corleon,” Skyler laughed.

Every time Skyler was around me, I could tell she wanted me to fuck her. She couldn’t hide that shit and even begged for it a few weeks ago when she and Stella came to stay the weekend with me at my house. Jeffie had experienced this ride before, and Skyler had never. I wasn’t going there with her because I knew me.

I made that mistake with Jeffie and had to sit back and watch another man love her, and I couldn’t kill him. I was possessive and when I marked you with this cum, that meant you were mine. Skyler was so hot and cold.

One week, we were straight and a family; then the next week, she stopped answering my calls and told me she needed space. Jeffie was over us not getting it together, because it was her who had to get my damn daughter because Skyler didn’t want to be bothered with me.

I understood that she was younger than me, so I always gave her the space she needed. Whenever I got that call in the middle of the night, I always came through so she could climb into my arms while I kiss her face, hopefully making whatever she was going through better.

Adding sex into the equation would make shit ten times worse. I was a patient man and would continue to hold out on sex until I felt like we both were ready for that next step. This wasn’t a phase I was going through.

Aside from the Casellis and some random ass family on my mother’s side, I had no family. I wanted a family with both Jeffie and Skyler. If I had to put in the work to prove to them that this was what I wanted, I would do it.

Mercer got into his position and made sure that people knew he was better than them. The entire weekend was about honoring him, and I couldn’t wait to hightail it out of fucking Ashbourne because of him.

I sat at the hotel bar, waiting for his portion of the conference to start. Mercer and his wife were staying at the same hotel. Aimee was able to get into the hotel’s database, and she found out which suite they were staying in, which happened to be two floors above ours.

While Jeffie took Estella to some garden place here in Ashbourne, Geeky was waiting for the perfect moment to break into his suite and gain access to his computer. My baby was swifter and quicker on her feet than me.

A tattooed hand came into view with a fifty-dollar bill folded between their fingers, and the voice soon followed. “Whisky sour,” the rough voice said.

The bartender accepted the money and scurried to make the drink. I continued to nurse my drink while waiting for the doors to open so I could get in and out. I paid for a seat close enough to where he was speaking so I could gain access to his phone.

There was no getting closer to him, and I had to be next to him. The device I had designed only worked within the same room, so I couldn’t do it when Hassan was in his house.

“You ain’t drain my bank account or no shit like that, huh?”

I snickered. “Good seeing you, Tef.”

“Got word you were in my neck of the woods.”

“Does a fucking security alert gets sent to your phone the minute someone enters your city limits.” I turned to look at him.

Teflon had gentle, yet hardened eyes. They had seen some shit, still, he had some kind of feeling. He wasn’t completely numb to actually having feelings. Tattoos graced one side of his face by his temple.

In this five-star hotel, he was almost out of place.

I watched as he looked around, not wanting to be here. However, he was the king of Ashbourne, and like any great king, he was welcoming me to his city.

“Word travels… even to Ashbourne.”

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