Page 36 of Never Want to Love Again

“Down fa whateva,” I let him know.

The line grew quiet, causing me to dart down at the phone. When I realized Trae was still on the line, I focused back on my game. Trae sighed, and I knew he was about to say some crazy, fucked up shit.

“Don’t come back with a seed in ole girl, nigga,” he mumbled.

“You said shoot two in her? Bet.” I ended the call as Trae talked all types of shit.

Four hours later…

After we ate, we both napped. I fell asleep on the sofa. It was about 9:30 p.m. when Kupid and I started getting ready for the club. I chose black Balenciaga jeans, a black Balenciaga shirt, and the same brand sneakers. My grill was in my mouth, along with my other jewelry and my gold Cartier glasses. As soon as I felt likehim, I went in search of Kupid.

“Yo fly betta match my—” My words caught in my throat when Kupid appeared in a sleeveless lace jumpsuit. The legs were lace that flared. When she turned around, her whole back was out. Her heels were clear. “Damn. You love that lace shit, huh?”

“This was from that boutique you love so much.” Kupid cackled.

She picked up a Saint Laurent chain purse and slung it over her shoulder. As she stood in front of the mirror, I remained a short distance behind her. We locked eyes in the mirror. I cannot let this woman return to Heartville without being mine.

kupid love

. . .

I knowI sworn off niggas for a while, but that damn Crown Heart was making it so hard for me. He was that stupid ass nigga, but he was funny, too. I couldn’tnotlaugh at his ass when he was harassing me about being his. I wasn’t taking Crown seriously. He was a nigga. You can’t take them seriously.

Never had I ever mixed business with pleasure either. That nigga signed my damn checks. He was just so unprofessional trying to pursue me. Hanging my employment over my head if I didn’t do this or that was childish as fuck, and Crown knew it. A small part of me thought it was cute. A small part of me liked the fact that Crown was pursuing me.

My eyes wouldn’t leave him in the mirror. They were stuck on Crown.

“Look how good we look together,” he said. Crown took a step forward. Now, his hard body was up against my back. His dick pressed up against the top of my back. I squinted, and he grinned, exposing every diamond in his mouth. But did I move? No. My body heated, and my panties were now damp.

“Too bad we’re not going to be together,” I wittily replied.

“Then why you ain’t move yet? You feel my shit. That’s some pressure you can’t ignore.”

I elbowed Crown in his chest because I hated that he was right. You couldn’t ignore the weight and length of his dick when pressed against you. You were going to know that it was there.

Crown bit down on his lips while gazing at me. He was cute, fine, sexy, handsome… I just really felt myself giving in. It was like my soul was slowly leaving my body and spreading out on the bed with her legs open, waiting for Crown. Just going against everything I didn’t want to do.

He leaned forward, and his lips almost touched my ear. His breath tickled. My feet were still planted and not moving. When Crown started to rap, I caught chills, and my knees buckled. Gently, he wrapped an arm around me to hold me up, pressing his front harder into my back. I could have thrown my flag in right there. It wasn’t just any song he was rapping lyrics from his song, A Rapper’s Freak. It was the nastiest shit ever.

I felt his arm slip away, and he backed up. Instantly, my body missed him. Crown stroked his chin and licked his lips.

“We gotta get up outta here so we can party with the Bahamians.” Crown did a little one-two step, bringing me to giggle. “And aye…” I stopped laughing. “Don’t get drunk. I want you to be a willing participant in what Ima do to you tonight.”

This time, I didn’t have a rebuttal or a witty comeback. My soul won.

I danced on Crown all night when he wasn’t taking pictures or signing autographs. He should be blind right now from all the flashes from the phones. Crown didn’t turn anyone away, either. Those rumors about him being this rude nigga wasn’t true at all.

The DJ slowed it down. Because of his name, Crown managed to get a section to ourselves that was in a dark corner. He sat back with low eyes, and his legs parted. I don’t know what got into me, but I felt brave and bold. Snapping my fingers and swaying my body, I danced toward him as I attempted to sing the song. I guess I was doing an alright job since a smile was spread on Crown’s lips.

“You showin’ out, ain’t you?” Crown licked his lips, and the throbbing between my thighs began.

Turning with my back to him, I placed my hands on his thighs and dipped down slowly. We’ve had drinks, but I wasn’t drunk. A little tipsy was all. I knew exactly what I was doing. His hands gripped my sides when I came back up. We’d been in the club for at least two hours now, and I think it was time for us to go.

“I’m ready to leave!” I pivoted and called out over the music. Crown’s brows rose, and I nibbled my top lip. I backed up as he stood.

Crown grabbed my hand and led me through the heavy throng. Pictures of us were being taken all night, and the blogs would eat it up. I didn’t care about any of that right now. I was horny. Tomorrow, I will deal with the shit.

The waves of the ocean were light as we walked along the beach toward the townhouse. Stopping, I removed my sandals. The grainy sand was soothing, and the crashing of the waves was calming. The dark sky with specs of stars was even beautiful. Everything about this night was beautiful.

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