Page 17 of Never Want to Love Again

Turning to my left, I was face to chest with Crown. Lifting my head, his eyes were covered with dark shades, and a smirk was on his lips. His cologne tickled my nose. He smelled so good.

“Thanks for inviting me out.” I tried to sound as professional as possible, but it came out in a squeaky voice. Asia patted my back, bringing me to glare at her ass. She wore a goofy smile. “Asia, this is your favorite rapper ever, Crown. Crown, this is your biggest fan ever, Asia.”

“Nice to meet you,” Crown drawled, and Asia began fanning herself.

“I would ask for you to sign a titty, but I’m married, and my husband is already jealous that I’m here without him. Can you sign something for me?” Asia rushed out in what seemed to be one breath. I cackled.

“I gotcha before the night ova wit’,” Crown told her with his eyes on me. “What y’all drinking? We have plenty of options.” He motioned toward the liquor and alcohol in a large tub filled with ice. There were shot cups and glasses on a table.

“Whatever hasn’t been opened yet,” I replied. “I know how niggas like to drink out of bottles.”

“Mouth full of herpes,” Asia added. She shivered, and I turned my nose up at her because what was that to say? “What? I’m speaking facts, friend. Wake up, mouth be sore and full of bumps.” I nudged her while Crown guffawed.

“Y’all smoke?” he asked. Me and Asia both shook our heads. She waved her hand under her chin.

I snickered. The first time Asia attempted to smoke weed, the girl thought she was floating. She was flapping her arms and all. Shamar still has the video on his phone. When they argued, he always brought it up and said he was going to post it on socialmedia. That shuts Asia right on up. I don’t know what kind of weed she had, but I didn’t want it.

“Aight,” he chuckled, scratching the side of his face. He pulled on the blunt he had, and I watched the smoke leave his mouth.

“Damn, you make that shit look sexy.”

I mushed Asia’s head lightly. “Girl, you are married.”

“Yeah, you’re right. You’re right, friend.” We giggled.

I pointed toward the alcohol while smiling. “We’re about to head over there.”

Crown nodded and licked his lips. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I could feel them burning a hole in me. My face heated. Turning, I pulled Asia with me.

“That man is so fine,” Asia squealed. “I still cannot believe…hold up.” Asia pulled out her phone. “Y’all won’t believe this shit,” she started, moving the phone around, “I am out here partying with Crown Heart. He flew me out here on a private jet thanks to my bestie, Kupid, who now works for him!” She put the phone on me, and I awkwardly held up the peace sign.

“Hey!”

I picked my head up from pouring pineapple juice into a cup to see Nisha.

“Hey, Nisha. This is my friend, Asia. Asia, this is Crown’s assistant, Nisha.” I introduced the two.

Nisha was dressed in black leather shorts, a black lace top, and a black bra underneath. Her hair was in a high ponytail, and she had her face beat real pretty. Nisha had a red lip outlined with a brown pencil, and her natural lashes were coated with mascara.

“You look so pretty,” Asia told her. “But you always look pretty when I see you in pictures with Crown. Y’all grew up real tight, right?”

Nisha nodded. “That’s the bro.”

“I love that for you. He put his people on,” Asia continued.

We drank and continued to converse. After a few drinks, I was on the dance floor with the ladies, shaking my ass. I really needed this night out. In two days, it was Valentine’s Day. That used to be my favorite day. Instead of celebrating it, I’d be at Crown’s, working for him. There wouldn’t be a dinner for two or chilling on the sofa watching movies with my favorite person. I was trying to be okay with it, but I wasn’t. I love…love. I love being in love.

“You okay?” Asia asked me.

“Looks like you zoned out for a bit,” Nisha added.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I need to use the bathroom,” I told them.

“We’ll go together,” Nisha said, leading the way.

Nisha was really cool. She seemed like a girl’s girl, and I liked her.

The club’s women’s bathroom was pretty. It had black marble tiles with black walls. Pink décor was on the walls and the counter. The plus was that the bathroom was clean. I was still squatting.

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