Page 14 of Never Want to Love Again

“Girl, I’m so used to this. I’m good.” Nisha put everything down on a table in front of a sofa. She wasn’t lying. Nisha was the type who would grab all the grocery bags up her arms just to avoid going back to the car a second time. “Crown works me like a dog.” Nisha dramatically laughed.

I kissed my teeth. Shaking my head, I rubbed my hand down my waves.

“You know that’s a lie,” I muttered.

Nisha smiled. “I love it though. It keeps me busy, and Crown is one of my best friends. Wouldn’t trade this life for anything.”

“It also pays for that big house you’re in,” Crown pointed out.

“That part.” Nisha hooted. “You know I love my home. Anyway…” she exhaled loudly, “Y’all two enjoy the lunch. I’ll be around somewhere when you’re ready to go over business. Oh, Trae texted me and said he was on the way.”

I sighed but nodded. He hadn’t told me shit. What could he possibly want to discuss? Trae would come over to talk to me about some shit that he could do over the phone through a text.He ain’t want shit but to check out Kupid since he hadn’t met her because I wanted to do the interview myself. I’m so fuckin’ glad I did.

Me and Kupid took turns washing our hands in the studio’s bathroom before we both sat on the sofa, unwrapping our sandwiches. She’d gotten comfortable and kicked her shoes off. The first bite Kupid took, she moaned. My shit bricked the fuck up. The sandwich wrapper was in my lap, covering the tent in my sweats.

“Sorry.” She laughed, covering her mouth, “This sandwich is really good.”

Even her laugh was intoxicating.

“Best place to get one. You rollin’ wit’ us to the club event?”

Kupid’s brow rose. “I don’t know. That’s kind of not my thing.”

“It’ll give you an opportunity to meet the rest of my team since you’re family now,”

Kupid swiftly shook her head. “I don’t want no attention on me. I like being behind the scenes.”

I wasn’t used to being toldno, but I respected it. Still, I wasn’t giving up.

“Invite your homegirl, and I’ll send a PJ to scoop her.” I was out of my damn mind.

Kupid’s head reared back. “You would fly my homegirl out on a PJ just for me to go to the club with you?” she asked, stunned.

I licked my lips and then uttered a “Yeah.”

“Hmmm.” Kupid tapped her lips with a pointy nail. “I meaaan… if her husband wants to come…”

“Ah nah, I’m not flyin’ no nigga out. Can’t no nigga say I done flew them out unless they were part of the team.” I shook my head.

Kupid cackled. She placed her sandwich on her lap, picked up her phone, and began tapping quickly. I took a bite of mysandwich while keeping an eye on Kupid. She giggled, and then her eyes met mine.

“She says she will leave her kids and husband for a night out clubbing with you. But for real, she and her husband love your music. They’re the ones who put me on.”

“Oh yeah?” What’s your favorite song?” I pressed. Kupid blushed.

“Queen of my Heart.” She simpered.

How I knew it was that one by just how she blushed. That was a lil’ freaky song just for the ladies. I wondered if she rapped that sound out loud while in the shower or in her Jeep with the top down, hair blowing in the wind.

My head tilted as a smile tugged at my lips. Kupid’s shyness was cute. I’ve always had women throwing themselves at me, but not her. That made me fuck with her tough.

“Between those thick thighs is my favorite place. I wanna shoot the club up but don’t wanna catch a case.” I rapped some of the lyrics with my eyes focused on the beauty before me.

Kupid shifted on the sofa. She popped the last piece of the sandwich in her mouth. Her eyes were everywhere but on me.

I took a bite of my own sandwich. The door to the studio swung open, and Trae’s head popped in. For a moment, he just stared at Kupid until I cleared my fuckin’ throat.

“Yeah?” I quizzed dryly.

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