Quasim: King Inferno (Season Four: Inferno Gods, #1)

by Jahquel J.

Here’s to being bent over and told ‘lose that fucking attitude’

“I wouldn’t fucking miss this for the world. You fought hard for this, baby… no more. I prayed for this, and God is finally hearing me.”

“We married, Blair. You and Sim need to stop playing games so you can suck on his lips like I do my baby.” Meer’s smart ass countered.

“And this new nigga is the answer to your problems? Stabby, I think you need to take some time for you, and never date again until you and Sim figure shit out.”

Life is too short to sit around and wait for someone to choose me.”

“Who you gonna make the God father, Rich? That nigga crispier than a hot dog on the grill at the hood’s block party… your future baby daddy made sure of it.” I snorted while laughing, because he didn’t tell any lies. “Anyway, Capri I will call you later.” “Don’t try and end the call and not tell me who you messing with, B.” I cursed myself because I thought we had gotten over that conversation and he had forgotten about it. “Zay.” He remained quiet before he blurted. “Why, Blair? I actually fuck with his music, and now I gotta take him out… fuck.”

I wasn’t the perfect woman, or person. I had my own share of trauma and trust issues; however, I was a catch. I was worth the chase, worth lowering his walls down to let me in.

The moment felt so good that I didn’t feel like I deserved this. Blair felt like one of Gam’s cookies after a stressful day. The perfect cure for whatever you were going through,

“Life seems so bleak right now, Sim… I know it does. There’s going to come a time when the pain isn’t as strong, and the sun will come out, and you’ll actually smile. I know it seems far and unattainable right now, but I know that God has a plan for all of us… I know he does.”

I wanted my own kind of love that was special and reserved for just me with my person.

Despite being burned in the love department, I had so much love to give someone.

I wanted to give love and receive the same kind of love that I knew I could give to someone.

I’ve filled so many cups in the past while mine remained empty.

Instead of leaving people where they had done me wrong, and had me fucked up, I stayed and tried to save them. I tried to save them while I was the one being pulled under and drowning.

As much as my heart yearned for the man in front of me, I couldn’t make that same mistake again.

“You should know me better than that. No nigga can ever make me jealous of what’s already mine… and you are mine, my love.”

I craved a man to lead me and dominate my life in the correct way.

It was when our eyes met, I could tell he would fuck every ounce of common sense out of me, and I learned that just from that raised eyebrow that he gave me.

I wanted to give him this pussy for the rest of our lives because I was that caught up in him.

It was a gift and curse that I hated having, because I felt things ten times more than the average person.

A bridge never gets to rest; it must always stand tall, no matter how heavy the load it carries.

“Anjo?” She turned to look at me as I smirked. “I’m making it a problem.”

“Everyone gets sleep… when’s the last time that you had rest?”

The kiss wasn’t just a kiss to Simmy, it was his claim on me.

‘Whenever someone unveils their true colors, don’t repaint them with your imagination,

I just want to spend my time being loved and giving love.”

The pain reminded me that I wasn’t all numb and could actually feel. Tattoos helped with the internal pain that I felt.

I held the back of her neck, as my hand squeezed her right hip and I continued to thrust in and out of her, while staring at her in the mirror.

I stared him down, knowing that I had given the quiet, crazy nigga some pussy, and now I had to worry about if his ass was gonna blow up a building if he saw me talking to a nigga. You know what… hell yeah.