Page 13 of Never Want to Love Again

Crown had a hand up his shirt, rubbing his stomach, which was painted with tattoos. Last night, I was on Google, making notes about him. I ended up on his photos. His body was littered with tattoos.

“What do you need me to do first?” I questioned, rolling the seat back and sitting down.

“My assistant, Nisha, will send you the flyer to post on all my socials. My tour flyer will be sent later today; you can post that, too. Other than that, I’m ‘bout to go down to the studio and listen to a couple of my songs to see if I need to tweak some shit. You’re welcome to come down when you have time,” Crown replied.

He offered me a boyish grin while stroking his chin hair. My stomach surprised me by fluttering.

“Um…okay, I’ll start working now. I need to get familiar with your social media.” It came out as a squeak, bringing me to clear my throat.

“Aight. Bet. My number is on one of those stickies. Lock it in.”

Crown left, and I felt like I could finally breathe normal again. Crown was gone, but his scent still lingered.

crown heart

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I think…Nah,I knew I fucked up hiring Kupid. Her ass jiggled with each step she took. I didn’t notice a panty line, so either she was wearing a thong, or she just said fuck it and was going commando. I preferred the latter of the two.

I strolled downstairs to my studio with a Core chocolate milk. I made most of my music here and then had Taylo tweak it.

Two hours had passed when I heard a light knock on the door. I had taken a break myself and was reading an email from my publicist about her making a statement regarding Kupid's role in my life. She informed everyone that Kupid was my social media manager, and I was treating her to a basketball game to congratulate her on her new position. That was that, and I hoped that it eased Kupid’s mind. The woman freaked the fuck out on me last night.

“Yeah?” I hollered out. The door opened, and Kupid peeked her head in.

“Can I come in?” she asked meekly.

“Come on in.”

She now had her jacket off, and one of my brows raised. Kupid had on one of those bodysuits that I fo’ sho’ knew snapped between those thighs. I loved that shit on women.

“I’m taking a small break,” she whispered, which caused me to chuckle.

“What you whispering for?” I queried with humor,

Kupid shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t want to come here and bother you, but here I am.” I chuckled. “I started to stay in the office and do a little online shopping, but I needed to stretch my legs, and I ended here. Oh Lord, I’m rambling.”

Kupid shrugged. “I don’t

“And that’s perfectly fine. I like the distraction,” I advised with a chortle. “Have you eaten?”

Kupid slowly shook her head. “No, not yet. Um… Are you hungry? I can maybe whip?—”

“You’re not my chef or my lady, Kupid. You don’t have to do any of that.” I smiled. “What do you have a taste for?”

“A sandwich sounds good,” Kupid answered.

It would be like pulling teeth to get Kupid to go to a sandwich shop after the blogs speculated she wasmy new love interest.Even after my publicist made it loud and clear who Kupid was, a few were commenting that she was abasic bitch.It took everything in me this morning not to comment back. As long as Kupid stayed off the blogs and nobody texted her and told her that shit, everything would be all good. When she knocked on my door, I thought she was coming in to talk about that.

After getting all of her sandwich details, I sent them to Nisha. She was coming over anyway to discuss some shit, so she might as well pick up the food. One thing about Nisha, she loved the money that I paid her. Hence, she would do anything business-related and wasn’t too extreme. We left the extreme to Trae.

“How long is my break? It’s already been over thirty minutes,” Kupid announced when I’d come from the booth. Inthe moment, I had gotten a lil’ inspired to rap something straight from the dome. I wasn’t sure if Kupid knew the song was about her, but it was. Then, she wanted to hear an unreleased song, and I honored her with one. Her bobbing her head to my shit…enjoying my shit…almost fucked my head up. When I used to have females in the studio, they would be uninterested and on their phones. Kupid had given me her full attention.

There was a knock on the door, and Nisha pushed it open. Her brows rose when she saw Kupid sitting in my chair behind the mixing board.

“Hey. Hey,” Nisha said, carrying the food bags against her chest. I’d added a few bags of chips and drinks she carried in a carrier.

“Hi,” Kupid greeted her. “Do you need help with anything?” She stood to her feet to help Nisha, who snickered.

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