Page 21 of Never Want to Love Again

“I just thought…” her voice trailed off as she wrung her fingers.

“Don’t think next time,” I told her. I scooped my Louis Vuitton backpack up and put it on my back.

“I just thought we could give the people what they want. We’d be good together, Crown. You know this.”

“Jania, you too pretty to be standing here begging a nigga who doesn’t want you.” I brushed past her, shaking my head.

AD was standing outside, and I grilled him.

“Fuck you let her in my trailer fa, nigga?” I spat.

He held his hands up. “Shit, I thought…”

I put a hand up to stop him from speaking further. “All y’all around here just thinking.”

Irritated, I took off to the car with AD keeping up behind me.

“So, you wouldn’t hit that?” he called behind me.

I shook my head and put my AirPods in my ears. I loved my niggas, but the mothafuckas can work my nerves. I needed breaks from their asses too. Being on tour for two to three months straight, for time to myself, I checked into a hotel instead of sleeping on the tour bus. I needed space for myself. Living this life was a dream come true, but it weighed down. Drained me.

The PJ ready? I’m ready to get home.

I shot that text to Trae. His ass been missing in action during the whole video shoot.

Yeah, I’m in the rental.

Inhaling a deep breath, I exhaled with closed eyes. I didn’t pay Trae to sit up in the fuckin’ rental. He was supposed to be nearby and productive. When I came up onto the cocaine white Expedition, I opened the back door and jumped in. AD slid into the passenger seat. Laying down with my backpack as a pillow, I closed my eyes. They popped back open when one of them niggas tapped my leg. It couldn’t have been Trae ‘cause that nigga was behind the wheel, and he knew not to play with me like that. I turned my music down.

“We stoppin’ to eat or what?” AD asked. “All they had was fuckin’ fruit and sandwiches in yo’ trailer. Who the fuck they think they was feedin’?”

“I’m straight. Hurry ‘n grab y’all some shit so we can get up in the air,” I let him know.

“Damn, I wanted to hit the strip club. We in Miami, nigga,” fussed AD.

“Stay shiiiid. I’m out.”

AD smacked his lips, but nothing else came out of his mouth. Trae snickered.

I just wanted to be in my own space…in my own bed.

The next day…

Groaning into my pillow, I blindly searched for my blaring phone. I’d forgotten to put my shit on DND before my eyes had closed last night.

“Yeah?” I answered for Nisha.

“What the hell is this in the blogs about you and Jania hugged up in Miami yesterday at her photoshoot? There is a picture of her with her arms around you, Crown,” she whispered.

“Fuck!” I growled. “The girl tried pushing up on me, and I shut that shit down. There must have been someone outside taking pictures.”

“What do you want to do?” she asked me.

“Shut that shit the fuck down…without embarrassing her.”

I sat up and tossed my feet over the edge of the bed.

“What if she had someone follow her and take the picture? I think Jania loves it when the blogs put you two together,” Nisha suggested.

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