Page 9 of Kassir and Rebel (D-Ville Projects #2)

Kassir

“Bruh, ’preciate you rol—” Leem begins but I cut his ass off.

“From the cradle to the casket. You ask, I go. That’s how this shit works,” I tell him and he nods before hitting the blunt.

No other words are needed. They never are when it comes to me and him. If he’s rocking, a nigga’s rolling. So when he asked me to take a ride with him to Crescent Falls to handle some East Street nigga, I didn’t hesitate. That’s what the fuck we do.

In and out.

Clean.

Handled.

Now we’re back in Diamond Falls and there’s only one person on my mind.

Rebel. I need to see her and have her all up in my face.

She’s been ghost since our night ride and that’s been seventy-two hours too fucking long.

I want my girl back and right the fuck now.

This back and forth shit is a wrap. She’s home and I need her to know Miami is her past and soon to be a distant memory, and I do mean distant.

Tonight, I plan on reacquainting myself with all of her and fuck her little stubborn ass into compliance.

I fucked up with how I got her to leave but I stand behind my intentions.

Rebel had to get the fuck out of D-Ville when she did.

The streets were hot as fuck and I real shit would have lost it if she got touched in any way.

“Imma just drop you at the crib. I gotta go get Yahzi.”

“Sis not at the crib waiting on you?”

“Hell nah. She at Miss Chandra’s thing with my aunt.”

“At The Drexel? Shit. I’m heading there too, to get Rebel’s fine ass.”

“You wore her mean ass down?”

“Bruh, I’m trying. She mean as fuck but I got this. I gave her some space after the other night but that shit ends tonight. I’m scooping her fine ass up.”

When he pulls up behind my ride, he daps me up then says, “Handle that shit.”

I exit his ride and get right into mine.

After stopping to fill up, I drive straight to the hotel.

When I stopped by Miss Chandra’s this morning to grab an OJ, Rebel was already at The Drexel and Miss Chandra couldn’t wait to tell me.

She gave me every detail, including their suite number.

When I enter the hotel, I trek right to the elevators and head up to the twelfth floor.

“Did you forget something?” I hear Rebel say lowly on the other side of the door after I knock. I don’t say shit though, so she opens it. When she first sees me, her pretty ass eyes get big as hell and she starts to smile but quickly drops it and scowls. “I thought you were Yah. What do you want?”

“Sólo te quiero,” I tell her.

“You can’t always have what you want,” she counters in a whisper.

“Grab your stuff and come with me.”

“No!” she says before stepping out into the hall.

After pulling the door until it’s just cracked, she stands directly in front of me.

Between her pretty face, thick caramel thighs on display in these little ass shorts, and sweet smell, I can’t help myself.

My arm snakes around her waist and I pull her soft body into mine. She sighs loud as hell.

“Damn, I missed you,” I admit as I hold her and she sighs again. “You didn’t miss a nigga at all?”

“Kassir,” she huffs but her slim-thick body betrays her. It doesn’t make any moves to get out of my hold. She feels right as hell in my arms too. She’s home and she feels it too. I know Rebel better than she knows herself.

“Tell me you didn’t miss me and I’ll let you go back in there to yo’ little old lady party.”

“You and me…Us. We’re not together anymore and you can’t just roll up late at night and expect me to go with you.”

“Tell me you don’t miss me.”

“I got a man,” she blurts out and I chuckle. Her ass is lying and we both know it.

“I don’t give a fuck about some other fake ass nigga.” My hand lightly grabs her chin and I stare into her pretty eyes. “Just tell me, did you miss me?”

“If I did or didn’t, that changes nothing.”

“That shit changes everything. Go get your stuff, bae, and let’s go. You can answer me at the crib.”

I reluctantly drop my hands then step to the room door.

When I start to push it open, she rushes in front of me.

“Ma and her girls are knocked out. Please don’t go in there.

Give me five minutes. I’m coming,” she says before creeping back into the room.

Less than five minutes later, she walks out with nothing in her hands.

“Where’s your stuff?”

“In there. I’m not staying with you all night. I have to be at the courthouse at three and the reception starts at six.”

“I know. I’ll be there,” I say and her eyebrows get high as fuck.

“You’re coming to the reception?” she asks.

“You’re there. Of course I’mma be there too.

” I place my hand on the small of her back right above her perfect ass.

The little extra weight she’s picked up has done her already fine body some good.

She’s softer and thicker and my damn dick is bricked the fuck up.

“Damn,” I utter as we walk to the elevator.

When we’re in my ride, I look over at her.

“You need something before we get to the crib?”

“I’m not going to be there long,” she says sternly but I’m not trying to hear that shit at all. I’m not bringing her back to this hotel until we are both on the same page and she lets a nigga back all the way in.

“Yeah, okay,” is all I say before driving off.

The drive is short and quiet. I park in my usual spot by Leem’s ride then we head up to my place.

The elevators are limited access. Everyone can get on floors one to five but six and above require restricted cards.

Leem and I are the only ones with cards to the top floor.

The minute she steps off the elevator, she finally speaks.

“How many apartments are up here?”

“Just two. Me and Leem. I needed enough space for you and Kassan.”

I lead her to my door then key in the code for my lock.

I deactivate my alarm as soon as we are inside.

Without a word, she takes off on a tour.

She walks through my living room, opens the shades and looks out onto the balcony.

She journeys through my dining room, then the kitchen, opening both sides to the fridge.

I remain planted in the living room, watching and enjoying the look of her in the space I created with her in mind.

Even when Rebel wasn’t physically here, she was ever present in my fucking heart.

That shit belongs to her. When she finishes in the kitchen, she walks past me down the hall.

She peeks into the bathroom, Kassan’s room, then the weight room.

“A treadmill? Why? You don’t run,” she comments as soon as she turns the lights on.

“No, I don’t but you do,” I tell her as I step up behind her. My arms snake around her waist and I pull her into my chest. Her sweet scent fills my nose and I inhale her deeply. “I missed this shit right here. You in my arms.” I lean in and kiss her neck.

Instinctively responding to my touch, she tilts her head so I plant more kisses. My hands move under her shirt up to her breasts. As I gently caress them, a soft ass moan falls from her lips. Then her entire body stiffens and she shakes free from me.

“Shit! No. No. We can’t. I can’t. It’s not that easy,” she practically yells while shaking her head.

“What’s not that easy?”

“This. You just can’t kiss me and we fall back like we were.”

“What else do you need, bae? I love you; let me love you and make this shit right.”

“You hurt me, Kassir.”

“Bae, trust me. I know I hurt you and I’ll apologize for that forever if that’s what you need. I just can’t do this shit without you no more. What can I do?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t know. I’m so mad at you,” she grits, still shaking her head. I can see the hurt all over her and that shit has my chest tight as fuck. I did this to my baby and I hate it.

“Real shit. I need to fix this. Shit! Hit me or something. If that-—” Her hand across my cheek stops my words mid-fucking-sentence.

That shit catches me off guard like a muthafucka.

“Damn, you re—” I begin but she slaps the shit out of me again before I can get my words out.

She raises her hand for a third time, but this time I catch it.

“Ay. Man, stop. Two is enough. I’m not gon’ let you keep putting yo’ fucking hands on me,” I grit as I back her up against the wall.

“I hate you,” she spits and a tear falls down her cheek.

Fuck! I didn’t bring her here to make her cry.

“You don’t hate me, Rebel. You just hate the shit that I did,” I tell her. “I admit it. I fucked up real bad, bae, but I love you,” I say, then lean in and kiss her tear-stained cheek.

My lips travel to her mouth, and gently, I suck on her bottom lip while running my tongue over her piercing.

Rebel has a few piercings and toying with her piercing is her thing.

It normally drives her absolutely wild. So after licking around her small diamond, I kiss her.

Without any resistance, my baby kisses me back.

Our tongues invade each other’s mouths as we kiss passionately. It’s been too long since I’ve kissed her like this. God, I love this woman !

My body instantly responds to her and my damn dick jumps. My hands grab her ass as I try to kiss the air from her lungs. I feel her body melt into mine and she lets out a slight moan. I want her so fucking bad. Hell, it’s more than a want; I need her.

Without breaking our kiss, I lift her by her soft, plump ass and she wraps her legs around my waist. While gripping her ass, I walk the only woman meant for my bed to my bedroom.

Once inside, I ease onto my bed with her straddling me.

Our eyes meet and all I see is love in hers.

Her words about hating me never matched her eyes.

Love is the only thing that’s ever been between us.