Page 65 of Love's Most Wanted
“No. Don’t leave your party.” She beamed for some reason.
His hands ran up the sides of her thighs as he kissed her gently. “I can’t enjoy shit without you.”
I scoffed so loudly that Aurora picked her head up from her phone to question me.
“I’m out of chicken,” I lied, and she shook her head before getting back into her phone.
“Your brothers are here.” She smiled as she talked against his lips.
“Them niggas is boring in comparison to you. But since you went through all this, I’ll come back down for like ten.”
She nodded, and they kissed a few times before he rose to his feet and wheeled her inside.
I waited a bit, hoping he would come back, but then I remembered I needed to get him alone. So, I got up. Unique was busy, and Aurora had gone over to start talking to the ladies with her loser ass, and so this was my only free time.
I checked my surroundings first, then went inside. The home was humongous, so finding Asif would be hard since I wasn’t familiar with the layout, but I was determined.
This would work seamlessly because I could corner him while Unique was out back and Stazi was laid up being a new mother, uninterested in sex and unable to have it.
As I began meandering about, I went upstairs, figuring that was probably where he’d been to escort Anastazia back to their room or wherever that nurse was trying to take her.
When I spotted him standing in a doorway, his side profile facing me, I got excited but nervous all over again. He couldn’t ignore me now.
“Thought I should tell you happy birthday myself, Mr. St. Thomas. I would’ve texted you, but I don’t have your number. We should change that though,” I stated boldly, making him look over at me as I strutted down the hallway in my revealing top and skintight ass pants.
“We share a phone, bitch. You gon’ be texting me too?” Stazi peeked out of the room Asif had been standing in the doorway of, shocking me. She wasn’t in the wheelchair at the moment, her curly hair down and brown skin flushed with anger. He was blocking her to keep her from getting to me.
“Ah!” I screeched after Anastazia chunked something my way, and it hit me dead in the forehead. When it fell, I saw it was a wooden hairbrush. That bitch not only had great aim when it came to shooting but throwing shit too.
Asif’s face was just as irritated as he put his phone to his ear, and I didn’t know what to do. He looked me over as if I were a wolf in sheep’s clothing and… I guess I was.
I was paralyzed with fear—at least my feet were, because I couldn’t stop rubbing the spot on my forehead that the brush had hit.
“Aye, Nique, come get ya bitch ASAP, nigga,” he said into the phone, then hung it up immediately to keep hold of Anastazia.
“No. I was just kidding.” I finally found some words, making sure to keep the distance between them and myself. “I’m so sorry.”
“Nah, you not, but you ’bout to be. Coming in our house and disrespecting me and my lady. My kids is here.” He shook his head, scoffing angrily. He was really upset that I flirted with him, and I didn’t get why. “You luckier than a muthafucka that I don’t hit females.” He looked me dead in the eyes, and it sent a chill down my spine just as Unique started up the stairs, his brothers and their wives in tow.
Lord, no. Why was a crowd necessary?
“What the fuck is going on?” Unique frowned.
“Apologize to my fiancée for disrespecting her, her home, and our relationship. And only then can you get the fuck out,” Asif stated, ignoring his brother’s question and his other brothers’ questioning looks.
“Again… the fuck is going on?” Unique’s frown deepened.
“She tried to get at Asif,” Stazi answered then added, “An apology won’t save you, bitch. I’m out of commission right now, but I swear when I run into you again, I’m gon’ beat yo’ ass.”
I was glad Asif was holding her because I would hate to whup her ass fresh from giving birth and in front of her people.
“I know that’s right!” Scotland shouted.
Unique’s eyes zeroed in on me and squinted like he couldn’t believe it. His amber and green eyes darted up my face for just a brief moment at the spot that was hurting on my forehead before they fell to the brush on the floor.
“You fucking serious?” he finally asked, but I didn’t want to confirm or deny.
“Deadass, and you already know how I’m coming behind mine, so once she apologize, get her the fuck up out my shit ’fore I turn up. You can keep her if you want to, but I don’t want her ass around me or my family.”
