❀HIS❀BRIDE❀

☆THIRTY FOUR☆

Asher

"Hey man! What is up?" Jamal says to me, after he gets down from the light pink Rolls Royce. A brown-skinned lady is just right behind him, getting off the car with her Michael Kors bag which I guess should be about seven million.

"Hey." We give each other our team handshake and a shoulder bump.
Jamal is looking all fresh. He has his hair packed in a bun and the side on a low cut. He has a transparent pair of glasses and is dressed is a white polo under a white leather jacket, white trousers with a chain hanging from it, and a red pair of hightops. "Who's she?" I whisper.

"Just so not to have our fight about Karen anymore, I needed myself a Nigerian girlfriend," he replies.

"She is Nigerian? What about the other–"

"She is a gold digger. I figured out afterall."

The lady on a black bone straight with yellow streaks on walks up to us. She is pretty anyways. Has a rich skin and thick.

You got a girl. I remind myself.

"Hey babe, meet Asher. He's my best friend. Asher, this is Janet."

"Hey," she says with a smile. "Nice to meet you."

"You too." I walk inside and they are coming right behind me.
Already, he has asked me to save him a room at my house. I lead them to the room already reserved and he opens the door.

"Woah! Mane! This house is a bomb!" he exclaims. "Who was your architect?"

I smirk. Like I even know who was in charge of the designs. Dad had his P.A work on it so it is none of my business. I just handed the projects over to him so he could handle it immediately I started getting money.

"Some kinda secret," I reply. "Y'all make yourself comfortable."
I make to leave but he walks up to me at the doorway. I look up at him and raise an eyebrow. "What? What's wrong?" I ask, faking a smile.

"Bro..." He looks at Janet and then back at me. "...you don't look okay. What's wrong? Is it about Sienna? Oh..I forgot to tell you. I figured out bout her pregnancy. 'Twas fake, bitch literally wanted you to stay." He smirks. "Don't worry man." He pats my shoulder. "You is safe."

"I know." I walk away.

"We gon' be cool right in here. Don't knock at night incase you hear some kinda sounds."

I turn to the boy being naughty. He winks. I shake my head and continue leaving.

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"Follow her? That's basically called stalking. Just give her space," Jamal says to me.

We are in the car, close to Karen's house and she has just driven out with Royal. I could get to know her location through Zara because I know that she will not live at the estate anymore. She even came here so she can be far away from me. There is no way she will want to be around me. Not now. She is still mad. I get it. I deserve it anyway, it is all my fault. I should not have left. I ought to have supported her. I promised never to let her down, never to leave her side. I said I loved her, I still do but she will not believe.

What reason does she have to?

"Dude, move the fucking car. God fucking dammit!" I hit the dashboard. "If yeen gonna drive, fucking get yo ass off my car and let me do what I want. She is gon' be too far very soon!"

He sighs and starts the car.

"Man, take it easy."

"Jamal!" I run my hand through my hair and rest my head on the headrest. I do not want to yell at him. I calm down and catch my breath. "Move the car already. You don't know what I am after."