Page 100 of Love's Most Wanted
Sighing, I said, “Not too good. Actually, the feistier one is taking it better than the meek one. The other night, Aurora, the meeker one, was in my got damn attic.” Prime almost spit his soda out. “Yes. In my damn attic, eating my fucking chips like a big overgrown rat or some shit. Had the nerve to clip ’em up like she was coming back after I caught her.”
Prime cackled, saying, “Shit, it’s hard enough getting rid of one woman. I can only imagine two.”
“Well, I ain’t heard from Daisy, so I think she good. I’m hoping Aurora gets on the same wavelength. Kabrina don’t even wanna stay at a nigga crib no more.”
“Can’t blame her ass.”
“I don’t.”
“When you bringing her by?”
“Pretty soon. Waiting to be sure everybody in town when I do.”
Finishing his soda, he smiled and said, “So you and her started kind of like me and ya mama.”
“I ain’t even notice that shit, but yep. So she can’t be mad we married already.” I put the cap on my empty bottle. “Any tips?”
“Only tip I got is, if she still married to you when she don’t have to be, you got her, young nigga.”
A WEEK AND A HALF LATER…
“Areyou gonna kiss me at every red light?” I asked Unique as I rode in the passenger side of his Range Rover, acting like I didn’t love his antics.
He did the most, but I loved every minute of it. I enjoyed how he told everyone who would listen that I was his wife and cared nothing about who was watching or witnessing his moves when handling me, not even his coworkers, who knew I had once been with AJ. A lesser man wouldn’t have been as confident.
At the moment, we were headed to the set ofDough Boyzfor him to film. Ever since the incident with AJ, where Unique knocked his ass out and put him to sleep, he’d been on his best behavior around us.
He still couldn’t help the glares or looks he’d shoot my way, but only when Unique couldn’t see. The one time he did see, he checked his ass, and I could tell AJ was embarrassed. I’d dated him long enough to know what bothered him or made him feel like less of a man without him even saying so.
“I definitely am…” Unique’s sentence trailed off as he frowned at his phone ringing on the screen of his car. I saw his little sister’s name, Banks, on the screen as he hit the green button to answer. “I’m broke,” he started.
“I don’t need no money. Daddy just gave me my allowance,” she said, sucking her teeth.
“Then you what you need, Banks? You only call a nigga when you need something.”
“What else would I call you for?” she asked, and that got a laugh out of me, though I tried to be quiet. “Ooh, who is that?—”
“Shit, I don’t know. Maybe see how I’m doing?”
“You don’t call me to see how I’m doing or if I need some money.”
She must’ve had a point because Unique had no reply. He only shook his head with his sexy lips pursed before asking, “Why you call me?”
“I need a ride, big bro, and—shut up!” she told someone in the background, cutting her sentence off. “Anyway, can you come? I just finished dance. Please.”
“Man, I’m on my way to work, Banks.”
“Please, Unique. This is why I need a car, but Daddy won’t budge, and Mama can’t convince him. If you don’t come, I’m gonna have to ride the bus, then because I’m not calling Daddy. I want him to see what I go through with no damn car.”
Unique pondered for a minute, checking the time on his AP, then said, “Aight. I’m on my way.”
“Thank you! I swear?—”
He hung up on her, making me drop my jaw.
“Unique, why you hang up on that girl?” I giggled.
“Because she stay inconveniencing me and throw in shit like she about to ride the bus, knowing none of us want that shit.”
