Page 30 of Never Want to Love Again

“She could always go on tour with you, though, unless she has her own business and can’t move like that,” Kupid said, pointing her fork in my direction.

“You can move like that,” I pointed out. I started eating my food again.

Kupid eyes narrowed, and she shook her head in confusion. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying…No, I’m telling you you’re going on tour wit’ me.”

“You want me on your tour bus going from city to city?” She laughed as if I was joking.

“Yeah.” I gulped down the rest of my drink, pushed my plate away, and wiped my mouth with my napkin. I did all that, and Kupid still sat frozen.

“What happened to your last social media manager?” she asked.

“Huh? I ain’t never had one, Kupid. Fuck you talkin’ ‘bout?” I tilted my head to the side.

“Well, then, whose office was it before mine?” she shot back.

“Shit, Nisha’s,” I answered. I licked my lips, placed my elbows on the table, and clasped my hands together. “You must think I keep a bitch at my house or some.”

“I’m not trying to judge, but…”

“Then don’t,” I said, cutting her off. “I was raised better than that.”

“I think I keep asking you this, but what do you want with me, Crown? I thought I was here to handle your social media, but you’re taking me on trips… You keep me on your damn hip.”

I shrugged. “Maybe I want your heart.”

kupid love

. . .

“My heart?”I placed a hand on my chest over my organ.

“Yeah… Aight, I’m feelin’ you, Kupid. It’s just somethin’ about you that wants you around all the time. I’ve been having this feeling since I interviewed you,” I told her.

“You called that an interview?” she snorted, making me laugh.

“What do you call it?” I challenged.

“You were being nosey.”

“Nah, I asked the right questions. You gave me more than I needed to know, but I did appreciate your honesty. It sounded as if you needed to get some shit off your chest anyway.”

My eyes were so heavy. No matter how hard I tried to make them wider, they wouldn’t. Now, Crown was finishing off my second margarita.

“Maybe I did,” I agreed. “Still, it was the wrong place and definitely the wrong time.”

I brushed off Crown, telling me that he was feeling me. What was I supposed to do with that when I wasn’t looking for anything that had to do with a man? I didn’t care that this fine man before me had millions. I didn’t care that he was famousand had hit record after hit record. I didn’t care that he brought me to Jamaica on a private jet. Crown was right. I needed to get away.

“You ready to get up outta here? Nisha has a long itinerary for us to do while we’re here, including snorkeling. You down to do that shit?” He finished the rest of my drink, and the glass clinked down on the table.

“You only live once. I’m down for whatever,” I told him, gaining a smile from Crown.

“Anything?” he countered.

I waved him off. “You know what I mean.”

The house was beautiful, but I wished they hadn’t booked us a one-bedroom. I felt terrible putting Crown on the couch when the bed was big enough for both of us. Sleeping in a bed with a man felt so intimate, and sleeping in a bed with a man who wasn’t my man felt wrong.

---