Page 45 of Never Want to Love Again

She touched her hair. “Well, I was rushing this morning taking my hair done and didn’t have much time to do anything with it, so I hope I’m still looking presentable. Hopefully, paparazzi isn’t lurking anywhere nearby.” Kupid nervously tittered.

My eyes roamed over Kupid. “You look good to me.”

“Crown!” Trae yelled from behind me louder than he knew he should have. “They ready for you!”

“So, you just want me to take pictures and post them on your social media?” Kupid asked. We began our walk to the stage.

“Yeah.” I nodded. “I want the fans to get some behind-the-scenes of the tour. Ya know… Get them hyped. They deserve the shit since they cashed out on a nigga. Those tickets weren’t cheap.”

Kupid pushed me. “They love you. I hope you’re going home to rest after this. You look tired.”

I sighed. “I am. I ain’t get much sleep last night since you weren’t there.”

“Don’t blame it on me.” She giggled.

I was more serious than a heart attack.

“If you get hungry, they have a room set up with food and drinks,” I told her as I began to amble off toward the stage's steps. I ignored the look Trae was giving me.

Kupid dug into the purse and pulled out her phone. Soundcheck began, and when it was over, hopefully, I could get a little of her time.

Two hours later…

I needed a break. I need to smoke and eat.

Sliding the mic back in the stand, I trekked off the stage, Kupid meeting me halfway.

“Am I done for the day?” she queried, slipping her phone into the purse.

I shook my head and guided her by the small of her back. Kupid tensed, but she didn’t say anything. Guiding her down a hallway, I made sure no one was around, brought her into the dressing room with me, and locked it. Before Kupid could stop me, my mouth was on hers.

Kupid didn’t push me away. She welcomed the kiss until I pulled away.

“Lemme put it in.” I gripped my hard dick in the Nike joggers I wore.

“We shouldn’t even be in here doing this, Crown.” Kupid tapped my nose with the tip of her nail.

Wrapping my arms around her, my hands slid to her ass and gripped it.

“You know you missed me last night, too.”

Kupid cackled softly. “No.”

“Yeah, aight.” I tugged at her pants, and Kupid began laughing. A loud knock at the door caused her to jump. “Yeah?!” I hollered, not wasting time walking to open it. My hands were tied.

“How long you breakin’ for, nigga?” Trae called out. I frowned.

“However long I want to. Smoke or somn’, Trae. I’m busy!”

“He acts like he doesn’t like me,” Kupid whispered. “This right here,” she stated, pointing from her to me, “is unprofessional.”

I pecked her lips. Since Kupid didn’t deny that, I gripped her chin and slipped my tongue inside her mouth.

“I want you to be mine,” I told her when the kiss ended, but our foreheads remained touching.

“Crown…” she groaned. “I just…”

“Fuck that nigga. I’m really him, Kupid. Ima treat you like the queen you are, Kupid Love. Stop playin’ wit’ me.”

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