Page 33 of Never Want to Love Again

Rolling my eyes, I meandered to the breakfast spread on the island in the middle of the kitchen. Steam was still coming from the pans. I picked up a plate and grabbed a cinnamon roll, scrambled eggs, bacon, grits, and a Belgian waffle. My eyes met Crown’s low globes.

“When are you not high?” I grumbled. “Have you eaten?”

He snickered and pushed off the cabinet. “How are you gon talk shit and ask if I’ve eaten in the same breath? I haven’t. I need this coffee first. You have an appetite this morning.” I sat at the island on a barstool and began eating, ignoring Crown who snickered. “How the water feel last night?”

I flicked him off, which did nothing but cause Crown to snicker again.

“Your mama ever tell you never to get a Black woman’s hair wet?” I asked, cocking my head to the side while nibbling on a piece of bacon.

“You have ever been told never to fuck with a nigga’s game system?” Crown shot back with a serious face.

“No,” I scoffed. “It’s just a game.”

“And it’s just hair.”

We glowered at each other.

There was a knock on the door, which finally caused us to look away from each other. Crown put his coffee cup down and ambled away to answer the door. I stretched my neck to see who was knocking this early.

“Probably some groupies,” I uttered, spooning grits in my mouth.

Crown reappeared with two women. One was pushing in a rack of clothes.

“These ladies will get you together once you’re done eating,” he told me. Crown started fixing himself a plate. He even offered the ladies some food. One made herself a plate and the other a cup of coffee.

Like I said, he was a stupid nice nigga.

crown heart

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The only reasonI tossed Kupid into that damn pool was because her ass deserved it. I needed lil’ baby to go ahead and let her guard down and relax, not turn up on my damn game. She’d lost her damn mind then. I woke up feeling bad about it, so I had a hairdresser come out to hook her up and an owner of a boutique in the Bahamas to bring a few clothes for her to pick out. Hopefully, that’ll make us even, and we can enjoy the rest of our trip.

While Kupid was busy with the ladies, I took a shower in the bedroom’s ensuite. We were supposed to be snorkeling first, but with Kupid getting her hair done, I wasn’t sure if she would be down to do that. Nisha had plenty of shit on that list that she could choose from instead.

“I’m glad I ain’t walk out here naked, swinging dick,” I snorted through a snicker when I walked out on a cleaning lady making the bed.

When I woke this morning, Kupid was snoring softly asleep on her side. The bed was like a cloud. I sunk into it myself last night and went right to fuckin’ sleep, but it was still no match for the one I had at home.

The light-skinned cleaning lady’s face turned red at the sight of me shirtless and in ball shorts. I moved around her to where I’d placed my jewelry and made sure it was all there.

“Can I…Can I have your autograph for my twelve-year-old son? He loves your music.”

I turned around and she was finishing up with the bed. One thing I didn’t have an issue wit’ was signing autographs and taking pictures with fans. They didn’t to have to fuck wit’ my music, but they did, and I appreciate that shit. In the Bahamas I got shown love.

“Yeah, I can do that,” I let her know. I searched the room with my eyes, trying to find something I could sign. She reached inside a pocket of her apron and pulled out a notepad. “Perfect.” I offered her a smile.

“You are very handsome,” she told me, batting her eyelids. Now her ass was flirting.

I chortled. “’Preciate it.” Taking the notepad and pen from her, I asked what her son’s name was.”

“Keem.”

I wrote a note to Keem and signed my name at the bottom before handing it back to her. She had a big smile and began batting her eyes again. It was crazy. Kupid was here with me, and the woman didn’t know if that was my girl or wife. Either way, that shit was disrespectful, and I ain’t like that shit.

My eyes drifted toward the door when Kupid appeared at it.

“Damn,” slipped out.

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