Page 15 of Never Want to Love Again

Trae only smirked and entered the studio. He beelined over to Kupid, who had stood to throw away her trash.

“Trae,” he said, with a hand stretched out. Kupid shook it.

“Kupid. I was supposed to meet you, but instead, I got the superstar.”

“I’ma star, too,” Trae joked.

“A porn star,” Nisha snorted as she entered.

Trae nodded. “That indeed.” Nisha rolled her eyes.

“Are you joining us tonight?” she asked Kupid.

“I guess so. Crown says he will fly my best friend in, and she said she’s packing her things right now. She’ll be so mad if she doesn’t know that I told her.” Kupid snickered with her eyes on me. I turned to Nisha, who already had her iPad, ready to book the private jet.

“Just give me the details,” she said with a wink.

Nisha knew without me having to tell her that I was feeling Kupid. I didn’t know much about the lady, but I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted her around twenty-four-seven, no matter what I had to do. Last night, I tossed and turned cause she wouldn’t leave my mind. I finally had to go downstairs and take a sleep aid Nisha had bought me for my sleepless nights.

While Kupid called out her homegirl’s info to Nisha, Trae came over and elbowed me in my side.

“Don’t you do it,” he warned.

“Do what, nigga?” I asked, acting oblivious to his warning.

“You know what, dawg. Fuck wit’ the help,” Trae gritted between his teeth.

I kissed my teeth, irritated that he called Kupidthe help.

She wasn’t the fuckin’ help. She was the queen of my heart.

“I’m grown.” I reminded him.

“And I’m your manager and your patna. I’m looking out for you. Shit can get reaaaal messy when you fuck wit’ the help.”

I tugged at my chin hair. The ladies were laughing and getting comfortable with one another. That was odd for Nisha. She hadn’t liked any females that came around with me, except for my publicist. Nisha wouldn’t even go out of her way to speak with them, but she was all in Kupid’s face, and I was gon’ make it my business to ask her what she thought about her later. One thing Nisha was going to do was tell me the truth. She never faked anything with me, and that’s one of the reasons I kept her around.

Despite what Trae was talkin’ about, I was still gonna get to know Kupid outside of business. I couldn’t fake the shit, those pictures that were posted of us at the ball game, she looked real fuckin’ good by my side. Hopefully, she’ll be right there again tonight. Crown and Kupid. Yeah, I liked the sound of that shit.

We were in the section turned up. That’s what I got paid to do. Nobody wanted to come to the club to see a celebrity sitting down on their phone all night, not interacting with them. I poured liquor down the ladies’ throats and hyped them up on the microphone to act bad as they wanted. One took it to the extreme to throw her panties in our section, bringing Nisha to want to fight. We had the young lady thrown out and continued with our night. Shots were being poured, and blunts of that good shit were in rotation.

Kupid fucked my head up as soon as she stepped into the section in her black lace jumpsuit. She had pasties covering her nipples and a black thong. She was no longer the bashful lady I had met. On her feet were black heels with red bottoms. Right there, standing in the middle of the section, I fantasized about fucking her with nothing on but those heels.

“Ahhhh shiiit, we got Crown up in this bitch!” the DJ yelled for the tenth time, and each time, the crowd got wild.

The beat to one of my rawest songs,Ride the Beat, dropped, and everyone went crazy. Kupid’s and her homegirl, Asia, began to rap that shit word for word facing one another and pointing, causing me to grin hard as fuck. Trae handed me the mic, and I began to spit my own shit.

Once the song ended, the DJ spunKnuck If You Buckby Crime Mob, and the people kept the same energy. I had to sitdown for a moment to smoke and put my eyes on Kupid’s juicy ass. That shit was so sexy, and I knew my eyes weren’t the only ones on her ass. Every time she moved, her cheeks jiggled, hypnotizing me. Her homegirl was fine, too, but she was married with kids, and even if she wasn’t, I was only focused on one person. Kupid.

kupid love

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Crown really flewout a private jet to pick up my bestie. I thought he was talking until Nisha asked for the address. They sent a car service to pick Asia up to bring her to the jet, and once she landed, Lee drove her to my house. Having my friend here with me was good as I made this fresh new start. Asia told me that Shamar almost didn’t let her come because they weren’t both coming. I still felt like Crown could have let him on the private jet, too, since Shamar was a fan.

Asia talked me into wearing this jumpsuit that didn’t leave much to the imagination. I would have never worn nipple pasties if it weren’t for Asia, but I couldn’t even lie to myself when I said I looked too damn good. My hair was freshly done with bundles and flowing down my back. Asia had put two ponytails in my head and left hair down in the back. She did me a light face beat, and I couldn’t stop looking at myself every time I passed a mirror.

“We need this night out, friend!” Asia squealed, clapping her hands. “I needed this time away from the hubby and kids, and you just need a night out. I can’t believe you haven’t been out yet.Heartville is life! I might talk to Shamar about moving here, but then again, it is expensive as fuck. I’m so proud of you, though.”

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