Page 46 of Never Want to Love Again

“I um… I’m a lil’ hungry.” Kupid took a few steps back and moved around me toward the table that held food. “Have you eaten? Do you want me to fix you a plate?”

My cheeks lifted. “Nah. You livin’ up to ya name.”

“What, Kupid?” she asked.

“Nah, Wifey.”

Kupid huffed. “Stop calling me that. What do you want on your plate?”

“A lil’ bit of everything and you.”

It was fun seeing Kupid squirm and blushing ‘cause of me. She might as well just give and be wit’ a nigga ‘cause I would continue to wear her ass down until she was.

We ate and chopped it up for thirty minutes before Trae buggin’ ass began knocking on my door again. Frustrated that I had to get back to work and not be all up in my girl’s face because Kupid was my girl now, even if she didn’t know it, I helped Kupid clean up, and then I unlocked the door after sneaking another kiss from her. She palmed my face that time with a laugh. Trae was standing there with a mug on his face.

“Fix yo’ face nigga fo’ I find anotha manager,” I threatened. Kupid ain’t do shit to that nigga for him to be lookin’ how he was. He fixed his face expeditiously, too, and walked off. Turning to Kupid, I said, “Lemme walk you to yo’ car.”

“Oh,” she said, sounding surprised. “You don’t need me anymore?”

“Did you get good pictures of me? Did you get my good angles,” I jested. She snickered and nodded. “Well, go home. I know you’re still tired from the trip.”

Kupid held up her hand, her thumb and pointer finger close together. “Just a lil’, but I did get good pictures. I will take a nap and then make a few posts on your social media. I’m sure your fans stalk your social media all morning and night.”

A few people were outside, so I didn’t lean in and get another kiss from Kupid ‘cause I knew she didn’t want that. I already had it in my mind that when I left from here, I was heading to her shit to go to sleep.; To get some good sleep and maybe some pussy too.

Back inside the venue, I marched up to Trae’s ass to check him on some shit. AD was sitting on the edge of the stage, texting on his phone. He chucked his chin up at me since he wasn’t here before, and this was my first time seeing his ass since I had beenback in the States. I returned the gesture and then turned back to Trae. I ran my hands down my face slowly.

“Look nigga, you ever make Kupid feel uncomfortable again, friends or not, we have done business-wise. You my fuckin’ manager. You manage my fuckin’ music career, not my love life. Not who the fuck I stick my dick into. I hope we clear on that shit, and when Kupid comes on tour wit’ us, she better feel comfortable.”

“Aight, bro. I just don’t want you to get off yo’ shit behind a female,” Trae responded.

I kissed my teeth. “Maaaan. I’m fuckin’ Crown Heart, nigga.”

We laughed, but I was serious about Kupid. If she ever felt unwelcome or uncomfortable, it was a wrap for whoever on my team was making her feel that way.

Rehearsals wrapped up about three hours later, and I went to the crib to smoke and shower. After that, I was taking my ass to Kupid’s for the night.

“What are you doing here?” Kupid questioned me after opening her door. Her body blocked me from entering. She wore lil’ cotton shorts and a tank top exposing her stomach. Her hair was no longer in the bun but straightened and all over her head. She must have come home and taken a nap because now she was all bright-eyed.

Running a hand down her head, I massaged her scalp. Kupid’s eyes fluttered closed and I walked us backward inside her place and locked the door.

She cracked, “You are really slick.”

Kupid moved out of my reach and turned to walk away. Her cheeks were on display as she walked away, ass jiggling fromevery step she took. Kupid disappeared into her kitchen, and I took off down the hallway to find her room. I was tired and ready to lie down with my woman.

Once I stripped down, I got in her bed and covered myself up. Her bed smelled just like her. Some fruity, peachy shit. I’d closed my eyes when I heard Kupid call out.

“Crown?!” The light flicked on. “I know you fucking lying!”

“Stop being so loud, and come get in this bed, girl. Lemme rub on yo’ booty till I fall asleep,” I mumbled into the pillow.

Huffing and puffing, Kupid turned the light off and obliged. I’m not sure what Kupid thought this was, but when she laid down on the other side and ain’t try to come over where I was, I took it upon myself to roll her ass to me until we were face to face.

“Crown,” she exhaled when my lips began to peck her. “Why do you keep doing this?”

My brows furrowed. Now that the light was off, it was dark in the room, so she probably couldn’t see my confused expression.

“I’m not gon’ stop till you mine, Kupid. I mean, I’m not that unhinged where I can’t take no for an answer, but shit, you seem to be lovin’ my affection ‘n shit. I’m not yo’ ex, baby. I know how to value something when I know it’s worth,” I told her. I wasn’t expecting Kupid to snivel. Bringing her into my body, I held her tightly. “Why you cryin’, man?”

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