Page 13 of Love's Most Wanted
“I don’t.”
“Would you marry either one?”
“Nah.” I shook my head. “If I did want something like that, I’d make them marry each other like that one nigga did and just give ’em my last name.”
“Just giving that last name to anybody, huh? Never been happier tonotbe a Compton.”
“Fuck you.” I chuckled, and he followed suit.
“You been dodging that love shit for a minute, but from the sound of shit, seems like the target might’ve hit yo’ ass,” he said, not even realizing just how fucking true that shit was.
“So you saying I’m like, love’s most wanted or some shit?”
“I like that.” He nodded. “That’s exactly it.”
Resting my elbows on my knees, I said, “Aye, when I was in Vegas for that party, I followed Kabrina to make sure she was good after finding out about old boy, and um,” I ran my hand down my face, “somehow, we got married.”
“Somehow?” His brows kissed. “Fuck you mean, somehow?”
“Like we went to the club inside of the hotel, had some drinks and shots, then next thing I knew, we was waking up in bed together with a marriage license on the nightstand and a wedding photo in my pants pocket.”
Asif’s lips were parted in shock, and had this not been a serious situation, I would’ve laughed.
“Damn. I was fucking around when I said that shit about you having a target on ya back, but got damn, nigga. I think that shit is legit.”
“Man, who the fuck you telling?” I sat back in the chair. “Now we gotta get an annulment but…”
“But what?”
“I mean, I want to, don’t get me wrong. I don’t wanna be married right now; I don’t give a fuck who it’s to. Same time, I feel like this was the only way a nigga would ever end up married, so I ain’t in a rush to end the shit.” I stared at him as he watched me like I was a fool. “It’s like when you don’t wanna do some shit but life does it for you, so you like fuck it.”
“I get what you saying, nigga, but that ain’t fair to her. She need to be married to a nigga that wanna be married to her, especially after dealing with that AJ nigga. And you need to be married to a woman that’s gon’ make you wanna grow up and realize all this other shit ain’t as important.”
I nodded, agreeing with at least the first part of his statement.
I kicked it with my brother for a little bit longer, playing some dominoes, until Sophie and Anastazia were finished and ready to go to the movies. Anastazia let me take a plate home of the oxtails she made which I planned to eat in the car since I ain’t bring enough for Daisy or Aurora.
After Asif buckled Sophie into the car seat and then assisted Anastazia into the front seat of his whip, he shut the door and said, “Valentine’s Day is coming up in a week, and I bet you ain’t got shit planned for the loves of ya life, huh?” He tugged on his own car door handle to open the driver’s side.
“I do, actually.” I lied, flipping his ass the bird and sliding into my Range Rover.
I watched as he pulled out and started my own vehicle to trail him out and down the private road of his home.
I played that shit off with jokes and laughter, but deep down, I didn’t like the shit Asif was saying because a part of me felt like it was true.
I’d spent so many years not having to do anything for anybody on Valentine’s Day that I’d completely forgotten that I now had two women to plan for. I didn’t want to hit Asif for Connor’s number because it would only prove his ass right. Plus, that nigga was too expensive. Anastazia deserved that, but I wasn’t too sure about Daisy and Aurora. Crazy part was, I wouldn’t mind doing the shit for Kabrina.
Even worse, I’d forgotten to even think about the shit because Kabrina had taken up residence in a nigga’s mind.
The whole ride back to the crib, I tried to think up some shit to do for Aurora and Daisy, but every time, my mind would drift to Kabrina uncontrollably. Eventually, I just decided to hit my assistant Erin and asked her to find a dinner reservation. She gave a nigga an earful about it being last minute but assured me she’d have something and would hunt all night for an open reservation.
I could only shake my head at my damn self as I sat in my driveway, smashing the good ass food my soon-to-be sister-in-law made.
After doing some more thinking, I climbed from the car and entered my crib through the garage. As soon as I walked into the kitchen, I spotted Daisy smiling lustfully at a nigga, dressed in lingerie.
“Hey.” She put a chocolate covered strawberry to her lips before taking a bite. The simple gesture turned a nigga on like no other.
“Hey.” I walked up on her, allowing her hands to slip up and down my chest as I gripped her ass.
