Page 52 of Love's Most Wanted
“It depends.”
“What you think life would be like if you became my number three?”
“Oh my gosh. Of course you’d ask me that.” She exhaled. “It would be miserable, I am sure. I have this big ass requirement in relationships, and that is to be the only one. Not the main, but the only.”
“What if I can make you feel like the only one?”
Again, she paused for a long ass time.
“The fact remains that I wouldn’t be, and that isn’t my vibe. I don’t share dick. I don’t share quality time. I just don’t share when it comes to my man. I especially don’t share if he got me feeling like you claim you would. I’m too needy, clingy, andallof that.” She sighed again. “It’s also a respect thing and a maturity thing for me too. The man I am devoted to needs to be devoted to just me. That takes a lot of maturity, patience, sexual discipline, and having the upmost respect for the woman you love or wanna be with.”
“I feel it.” I nodded, thinking. The shit she said didn’t sound as difficult to do when a nigga thought about doing it for her. The same shit that sounded like it’d make a nigga miserable became doable coming from her lips. “What if I wasn’t into poly? You’d fuck with me?”
“I can’t say, Nique. I only know this version of you. I’d have to see the monogamous version.”
I was about to respond, but Daisy came into my bedroom before I could, mouthing ‘who is that?’ whilst wearing a smile.
I put up one finger, but she ignored it, dropping down onto her knees while reaching for the band of my sweats.
“Aye, chill,” I spoke lowly, moving her arm.
“Huh?” Kabrina asked, thinking I was speaking to her as I clenched my teeth at Daisy, telling her to leave out.
“Aye, hold on.” I dropped the phone from my ear, pressing it to my chest after muting it. “Step out for a second. I’m on the fucking phone.”
“Why? I’ve sucked your dick while you’ve been on the phone plenty of times. Who the fuck is so important that I can’t do it now?”
“Daisy—”
“Don’t Daisy me! Nigga, you been acting funny as fuck lately, but this? Nah, something is up! Is that a bitch?” She reached for my phone, but I moved it. She kept trying, making me stand up to be sure it was out of her fucking reach.
“I ain’t gon’ tell you again to step the fuck out, Daisy.” I gave her unwavering eye contact, making her suck her teeth and shake her head before switching out hard as fuck.
Once my door was closed, I pulled my phone from my chest to see Kabrina had hung up. I dialed her back, but she didn’t answer me. She didn’t answer the next two calls either, so I gave up.
Irritated, I padded out of my bedroom and down the hall to Daisy’s. Knocking lightly, I entered before she could tell me to come in. When I did, she looked at me briefly before smacking her lips and continuing to prepare for a bath.
“I’m going to bed. The head is off the table.” She stormed to her bathroom.
“Come here and let me talk to you.” I sat in the love seat within her room. When I saw she was purposely taking forever, I bellowed, “Daisy!”
“Alright!” She came stomping out and sat next to me, arms folded and pouting.
“When I explain that I’m on the phone, I need you to leave me be. I don’t give a fuck what I allowed before.”
“Why though? It’s like our thing at this point.” She turned to me a bit, arms still folded under her breasts. “You said you liked it and how spontaneous it was, but now it’s a problem.”
I ran a hand down my face because she was right. I had said all that shit, and I’d meant it, but I never thought I’d meet another woman who had me feeling the way I was, and we’d only barely fucking kissed.
As the days progressed, Kabrina consumed my fucking mind more and more. Seemed like when I wasn’t working or going over lines, she was what I fucking thought about. And shit, sometimes evenwhileI was working and going over lines. I couldn’t get her off my mind, out my fucking head, or nothing, and this shit was insanity.
I wanted to drop everything and have tunnel vision on my wife, but I was afraid I’d fuck shit up. I was afraid I’d make her mine and not be able to stand on the shit I promised. I may have been a flirt, I may have dabbled in several females at once, but I was never the type of nigga to play with feelings and shit. For the most part, I tried to be honest, and the last thing I wanted was to get with Kabrina and dog her out or change my mind on her.
And to keep shit a buck, I couldn’t be sure if she was feeling me like that anyway. She didn’t give a nigga much, and I couldn’t blame her since I was taken.
Leaning forward and pressing my forearms into my thighs, I said, “I did say that, but if I tell you no, listen to me. And today, I ain’t want that shit.”
Daisy’s brows furrowed some as she stared me down. “Who was on the phone, Unique?”
