Page 41 of Never Want to Love Again

“Shit! Shit! Fuck!” Kupid hollered as I wasted no time giving her short, deep strokes.

“You made me breakfast like you wanna be wifey or somn’. We can make that happen,” I told her breathlessly. “Just say the word, and I’ll get rings now.”

I thought you said this was one time, love. You gon’ take this dick every time?”

Surprisingly, Kupid responded with a moan and a bob of her head.

“Shit, you might as well be wifey ‘cause I’ll beat a nigga head in if he even thinks he has a chance of sliding in my pussy.”

“I’m finna cum, Crown. Fuuuck.” Kupid shuddered and exploded not too long after. After a couple more strokes, I’d pulled out and smeared my semen on her ass.

She turned and eyed me with a look of contentment.

“You know you said you wanted to marry a nigga,” I teased.

Kupid bent over to pick up her bottoms. When she rose back up, she cackled.

“Even good dick couldn’t make me do that. I was saying what I thought you’d want me to say. I told you, I’m good on you niggas.”

I pulled my shorts up and started heading to the room to get in the shower together. Kupid followed.

“You don’t think I could change yo’ mind?”

“Not. At. All.”

I snickered. “I’m always up for a challenge.”

On our last day on the island, I surprised Kupid on a quick jet ride to Nassau to do a little shopping. At first, Kupid refused the designer clothes I bought with my black card. We even landed at a jewelry store. I jokingly, but with a pinch of seriousness, told her to pick out her engagement ring.

One day.

I was so confident that winning her over wouldn’t take long. Kupid needed more from a nigga than a good stroke. She was a woman who wasn’t crazy about being wined and dined. Kupid needed aman. She wanted to feel secure in a relationship, and since that nigga fucked up her trust, it had to be a lot of actionand less talking. I didn’t mind having to put in the work. Like I told her earlier, I was down for the challenge.

Kupid even allowed me to hold her hand when there weren’t many people around. I did catch a few people sneaking pictures. I hoped she wouldn’t crash behind the blogs that would get a hold of them. It wasn’t easy being in the spotlight. That’s why I needed a strong woman by my side who could keep her composure around paparazzi. Don’t get me wrong, I’d had to put a few muhfukas in their place in the past, and they tried to say I had a temper. Being all in my face, snapping pictures was a quick way to get me active on the yo’ ass.

Kupid limped slightly as she walked. After I teased her about it, I promised that when we returned to the townhouse, I’d put her in the jacuzzi tub we had yet to use. She didn’t want to go to dinner tonight, so I had a chef come to us instead. This woman had me doing shit that I didn’t think I’d be doing anytime soon. It was crazy how she came in and changed a nigga’s heart that quickly. Once I got Kupid,I just hope we don’t end how they do: Crash and burn on the Shade Room. Those were Rod Wave lyrics, and I felt that shit.

kupid love

. . .

I waswaaay over my head. Waaay over.

What started as me saying it was for one night only turned into the next day and as much as I hated to say it, Crown did not disappoint. The morning after the first encounter, I’d woken up before him. He was sound asleep, so I dressed and ventured to the kitchen to start breakfast. Well, I cooked for him and helped myself to a yogurt. I don’t know what possessed me to fix that man’s breakfast, but I know what played abigpart—pun intended.

Now, we were back in Heartville. It was a quiet ride back on the jet and in the car when taking me back home. Before I stepped out of the car, Crown kissed my forehead, and we left it at that.

Back to reality.

The weekend away was everything I didn’t know I needed. I was happy Crown gave me no choice but to go. Shawn was pushed out of my mind—where he should stay. Even the horrible relationship my mother and I have wasn’t even thought about. That’s what I had thought. I was sitting on my floor in the living room in front of my coffee table, Indian style. I had a glass ofwine and my laptop. Today was still my day off, but I wanted to catch up on all the queries on Crown’s social media account and emails. My phone rang, and I instantly regretted not putting it on DND.

It was her.

My oh so lovely Mother.

At first, I wasn’t going to answer it. At all. I know that she’ll keep on calling if I don’t. No matter how much I couldn’t deal with her antics, I never blocked her number.

“Hello?” I answered, attempting to sound lively.

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