Page 29 of Never Want to Love Again

“Thanks,” she said softly.

Sitting down across from Kupid, I could tell she was somewhat nervous. Her eyes looked everywhere but on me.

“You have any siblings?” I asked her, starting up a conversation.

“No. You?”

“Nah. It’s just me,” I replied.

The waitress arrived, and her knees almost buckled when she laid eyes on me. She could hardly get her words out.

“What… What… Can… I…”

“I’ll take a sweet tea,” I told her with a smile. The waitress fanned herself with her notepad before turning to Kupid.

“And you, ma’am? I’m sorry. I’m just in shock that Crown Heart is here.” She whispered the last sentence to Kupid, causing me to chortle.

“It’s definitely fine. I’ll take a strawberry margarita frozen with salt,” Kupid told her.

“Do you want an appetizer?” I’ll be back with the drinks.” She scurried off.

“You’re known worldwide,” she teased. “How does that feel?”

My brows hiked. “Truthfully, the shit feels good. When I go on vacation, I try to be as normal as possible, hence the reason I don’t have AD wit’ me, my stylist, or anyone else on my team.”

“I’m on your team.” Kupid cocked her head to the side.

Smirking, I ran a hand over my mouth. “Yeah. I needed some eye candy.”

Kupid kicked me under the table. “I told you that I didn’t want anything to do with a man.”

“I heard you loud and clear, but that still doesn’t mean you didn’t need this trip,” I rebutted.

The waitress arrived with our drinks, took down our main courses, and bounced off again.

“Slow down on that margarita,” I jested.

“I can handle my liquor, Crown.” Kupid winked, bringing me to shift my shit in my jeans.

The conversation began to flow, and I could tell Kupid was finally letting her hair down and opening up to me more. We talked about how she didn’t have a great relationship with her mama and how she wanted Kupid to stay with he ex after hecheated. That shit was insane to me. You would think her mama would want to beat that nigga’s ass wit’ Kupid.

The more she drank, the more she started to talk about herself. Our food arrived at the table, and the conversation stopped as we began to eat. Kupid had salmon with asparagus and a loaded baked potato, while my meal consisted of steak with shrimp, loaded mashed potatoes, and corn on the cob. Kupid’s eyes were already low from the margarita because she was drinking it so quickly. She was on her second one. I knew she was finished when she began to fan herself; she was hot.

“Those margaritas sneaking up on me,” she giggled.

I couldn’t help but smile at the way she was now lit. Kupid’s eyes were tight, and the smile on her face was wide as fuck.

“Yeah, they will do that.”

Kupid began eating with her eyes closed, moaning with every bite. I was squirming like a bitch in my seat.

“This shit is so good,” Kupid cooed. She picked up an asparagus and sucked it in her mouth, then began sucking her fingers. I had to blink a few times to make sure I was seeing this shit for real. Imagining Kupid slurping my dick like that had me reaching over to grab her margarita and take a sip myself.

“Hell, this shit taste like Kool-Aid. That’s why you throwing them back fast. This yo’ last one cause you ‘bout fried.”

Kupid giggled loudly, covering her mouth. “Tell me,” she started before slurping another string of asparagus. I just shook my head. “Why don’t you have a woman?”

“I’ma busy man, baby.”

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