Page 26 of Never Want to Love Again

“Fuck that mean? I’m taking you on a trip on my dime cause I feel like you need it. That’s it. That’s all.”

I eyed Crown.

“That’s it? You’re not trying to…”

“Fuck?” he questioned, interrupting me.

“Yeah.”

Crown guffawed with his head back.

“Nah. Trust me, if I were trying to fuck you, Kupid, you wouldn’t be in ya feelings about an ex right now. Instead, you’d be sitting on my dick as we speak,” he said confidently. His lips touched the rim of the glass once again, and I watched closely as Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed the brown liquor.

I cleared my throat because Crown had me at a loss for words. His words went right to my pussy which had been throbbing since I’d been sitting across from him. Three days with this man on a beautiful island, how the hell was I supposed to contain myself? He says he wasn’t trying to fuck with me, but the lust in his eyes told me differently. The way my body was reacting to him, I could tell we were both in trouble.

crown heart

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I’ve beento the Bahamas several times to escape Heartville and my career. When I told Kupid to pick a place, I expected her to suggest something like Miami or Vegas. The Bahamas was relaxing, and I was glad Kupid chose it. When she suggested Paris, I would have changed directions if she really wanted me to. It was easy to get Nisha on the phone.

Since it was Valentine’s Day, Nisha booked our stay at The Pink Sand Beach at Valentines. It was a resort and marina. A tropical Bahamian paradise on an exclusive island.

“Heart,” I told the hotel clerk, digging out my wallet for my license.

“Oh, no need, Mr. Heart. We know who you are and were sent over a picture ID from your assistant. We’re just happy to have you here. We’ve heard you been to the Bahamas, but never over here, and we are thrilled!” the beautiful Black woman squealed. She covered her mouth, and that’s when she spotted Kupid. “Oh, you are more beautiful in person.”

Kupid blushed and thanked the woman.

“We’re not a couple,” she said, pointing from her to me. “So please don’t run to the blogs with that story.”

I gave a short, half-suppressed laugh while licking my lips.

“No worries,” the woman replied with a wink. I could tell she didn’t believe Kupid’s story. I mean, it was just she and I on an island. I wouldn’t have believed her ass, either. She pecked on her keyboard momentarily and then handed me a key. “Enjoy your stay, and if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to reach out to us!”

“’Preciate it,” I responded.

“Thanks,” Kupid said.

The weather was warm but windy. It felt good. I had a big bag of weed that I couldn’t wait to sit on the balcony and smoke. The perks of flying on a private jet.

Kupid walked beside me with her hands in the pockets of her sweats. Her head was swiveling, taking the breathtaking view in.

“This is so beautiful,” she gushed. “She said you’ve been here…”

“I have, and I’ve come alone if that’s what you’re asking.” I cut my eyes over to Kupid, who looked away.Yeah, that’s what her ass was wondering.

Nisha had us in a vast townhouse. Once we stepped inside ours, Kupid took off to tour it. We had a full kitchen where a chef would come every morning and night to cook breakfast and dinner for us unless we stepped out to eat somewhere. There was an on-site restaurant for convenience. There was one luxurious marble bathroom with a sunken tub and massive walk-in showers, and then there was a half-bath with a walk-in shower.

“Crown!” I heard Kupid yelling. She was walking so fast that when she bent the corner, she ran right into my chest. I had to reach out to grab her so she wouldn’t fall. I wanted to laugh, seeing her flustered.

“What’s wrong?” I asked instead.

“Why is there only one room?” Kupid pushed out of my arms and folded hers across her chest.

That was news to me, too.

“Shit, I don’t know. There has to be a mistake.” I pulled out my phone to call the front desk while Kupid patted her feet as if rushing me. She was funny as fuck.

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