Page 34 of Never Want to Love Again

The long weave was gone, replaced by a few scalp braids in black and blonde. She eyed the house cleaner and then touched the top of her head.

“I took the bundles out. I feel this would be more appropriate for snorkeling and getting my hair wet,” she explained.

“That shit looks good. The women left? Let me go tip them.” I stopped walking and ushered for the cleaner to follow me. She got all happy, but I only told her to go ahead and bounce.

When I approached them, the boutique owner and hairdresser were packing up. First, I turned to the cleaner because she was right on my heels.

“You can leave,” I told her, pointing toward the door. Her jaw slacked, but she left with her tail tucked in. I handed the other ladies a hundred-dollar bill over what they’d already charged me. Both sets of eyes lit up, and they thanked me.

Kupid was standing behind me with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Aren’t you nice,” she said with a smirk.

“I can be.” I walked over to Kupid and stood closely in front of her. “I’m nice to you, too.” She placed her hands on my chest, attempting to distance us. Kupid refused to look up at me, so I raised her head by the chin. “I get it, Kupid. That nigga hurt you. He fucked your heart and your head up. Give a nigga a chance, and I’ll show you how that nigga wasn’t the one fa you anyway.”

Kupid pulled her head back and balled up her face.

“And who is?”

“Me.” I said that shit with confidence and wit’ my chest out. I’d been content being single and just fuckin’ females with no strings attached, but since the day I sat across from Kupid at the restaurant, I knew she was who I wanted. Didn’t know shit about the woman, but I knew. I just knew.

“Please,boss.”

I cackled. “Are you sayin’ for me to pursue you, I can’t be ya boss? If that’s the case, you’re fired as of this moment.”

Kupid bellowed loudly, holding her stomach. When she noticed I hadn’t joined in…in face, I kept a straight face, her face dropped.

“I know you’re not serious,” Kupid said, arching a brow in disbelief. She squinted. “At this point, this is harassment and…and…that wouldn’t make me want to date you.”

I shrugged. “Ain’t not HR, baby. Fuck dating. Let’s skip to the altar. I do, if you do.” I tilted my head and began nodding it, mumbling words that came to me. “Fuck, I can make a song called…”

“Skip to the altar?” Kupid said, narrowing her eyes even more.

I shook a finger at her. “Yeah, skip to the alter or fuck dating. One of those.” I licked my lips. “But look, we gotta get up out of here. Your hair looks good, bae,” Kupid sucked her teeth, “shit, you look good. Go throw on one of those sexy bathing suits and meet me back here.”

“You’re pushing it, calling me that. I am not your baby, your bae, your girl…”

“Duh,” I snorted, looking around as I cut her off, “you’re wifey.”

“Oh wow.” Kupid tittered while walking off. I watched her hips sway from side to side. “So delusional.”

“Ima write a whole album bout’ you by the end of the night. We gotSkip to the Altar,and nowSo Delusional ‘Bout You… I’m taking notes.”

“I am criiiine,” Kupid hooted, then slammed the room door.

Rubbing my hands together, I shook my head and smiled at the closed door. Kupid was playing hard to get, but I smelled her when I was up on her. Panties were probably drenched. I wasn’t cocky or none like that, but she wanted me just as I wanted her, and before the night ended, I was gon have Kupid.

A let out a low whistle when Kupid came out of the room in a red two-piece bathing suit covered by a white see-through cover-up. My eyes greedily drank in the view with awe. The red against her skin tone was a perfect match. Kupid pretended not to see me.

“You got that lil’ shit from that boutique?” I questioned.

“Yeah. It ain’t much of nothing. Just some thin fabric,” she replied, looking down at herself.

“Before we leave, we gon’ have to stop by and buy that boutique out.” I groaned.

“Creep.” I guffawed. I was in a wife beater, and Burberry swim shorts with matching Burberry slides. I had some nice-looking feet. Therefore, I ain’t mind having them out. Kupid had some bright neon green short nails and toes. Shit was gon look nice out in the sun and sand. Might get sucked on tonight.

Opening the door, I sheepishly grinned and motioned for Kupid to lead the way out. She stopped at the doorway. My eyes were already on her fat ass, but as soon as she stopped, they bounced back up, and I had already been caught.

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