Page 1 of Never Want to Love Again

kupid love

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“No!I’m done, Shawn. I don’t want this anymore. You and I…we’re done!” I shouted, not caring if the neighbors heard me or not.

“So, you’re throwing five years away?” he hollered back, arms flinging.

I pointed in his face. “You did! You cheated. All this time, you’ve been playing in my face!”

Unbeknownst to Shawn, one of his little freaks felt petty today and sent me a video of them in bed. He couldn’t lie and tell me that it wasn’t him. Shawn has a tattoo with his last name, Lawrence, across his shoulders. There was also a mole under the L, which was definitely there!

“How, Kupid? How the fuck have I been playin’ in your face? You’re making shit up ‘cause you been wanting to leave!”

I scrunched my face. Nibbling my bottom lip, I nodded while grabbing my phone from the bed. I found the message and opened the video, shoving it in Shawn’s face. Fear flickered in his eyes, followed by anger. He turned his nose up, and just like a man caught in his nonsense, he said, “That ain’t me.”

“Who else has that tattoo, Shawn? Be fuckin’ for real negro!” I snorted through a laugh.

This situation is hilarious now. Five years wasted, but I would never allow a man to cheat on me, and I won’t stay knowingly. There isn’t that much love in the world. I watched my own Mama remain in a relationship, knowing my stepfather was cheating on her. She was never happy. In fact, she was miserable. Still is. I didn’t want to be like that. Like her.

“I’m not the only one with that fuckin’ last name, Kupid. You’re really about to leave me? I love you.”

I had nowhere to go, and my best friend, Asia, had a husband and kids. Since that was the last place I wanted to be, I booked a room for a few days until I figured out my next move. I just knew I wasn’t staying another night in this apartment with Shawn.

I chose not to respond to him because it was just stupid. It was clearly him in that video, and he knew it. I could bet money he recognized that phone number and would be cussing her out by the end of the night. Shawn was now free to do as he pleased as a single man.

“Where are you going, though?” he asked, scratching his head.

Away from you.

“It doesn’t matter, Shawn. I’ll come back for my things when I can.” I grilled him. “If you toss my shit out, I’ll sue. My name is on the lease, too.”

He smacked his lips and then let out a long, exaggerated sigh. “I wouldn’t do that to you, Kupid.”

“I didn’t think you would cheat either,” I mumbled.

“Okay. It was me. Is that what you want to hear? We can work through this. She didn’t mean shit to me!”

I continued to throw my shit in my suitcase. I scoffed out, “You didn’t tell me shit I didn’t already know. There isn’t anything I want to work out.” I zipped the suitcase up and finallymade eye contact with Shawn. “I didn’t mean shit to you. Our relationship didn’t. Please stop talking to me, Shawn. There is nothing you can do nor say to make me stay after you stuck your dick inside another female.”

“Fuck!” he hollered. I jumped when he hit the nearest wall and cringed when I noticed a small hole. I was taking my name off the lease Monday. He’ll have to deal with getting the deposit thathepaid back.

Shawn was handsome. A sight for sore eyes. He had a caramel skin tone, light brown eyes, a broad nose, and full lips. He was on the slim side with a low-cut fade and a big dick. We’d met at a Crest Grove Eagles football game, where we had seats sitting right next to each other. Shawn had asked for my number, and I gave it to him since I was single and dating. He was such a charmer. Charmed me right out of my panties three weeks after our first date. After year two, we moved it together. Now, Shawn was something of the past.

“Are you okay?” Asia asked, her perfect brows furrowing in concern.

Shrugging my shoulders, I replied, “I will be. Five years, Asia. Just a waste.”

I checked into a hotel and cried my eyes out. It hurt so bad, but after I’d wiped away all the tears, I inhaled and exhaled until I felt somewhat better. I shouldn’t have been crying over Shawn, but knowing I gave him five years of my life for it to end like this had me ready to scream until my head throbbed.

“At least you didn’t stay, babe. You’re strong for leaving. Some women don’t.”

“You know I know.” I gave her a knowing look.

“Speaking of, have you spoken to your Mama?” she quizzed with raised brows. “Where are you going when you leave the hotel?”

“Not there,” I snorted. “I cannot be under the same roof as her and Geoffrey.

“Well,” Asia started, but I cut her off because I knew where she was going.

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