Page 9 of Love's Most Wanted
Everything was linked to that card, including my website payments, booking application, and everything else important to me.
“I should’ve never trusted your stupid ass!” I grabbed a walkie from one of the PA’s hands and hocked it at AJ’s head, clipping him and making people around gasp while he checked his temple for blood.
“Let’s go.” The security held me tightly to him and turned to carry me out.
“I’m leaving!” I spat once we were outside, and he let me go but hovered near the entrance to be sure I didn’t come in again.
When I saw Unique walking out, I scoffed and started power walking back to my car.
“Aye, slow down, love.” Unique grabbed my arm gently, but I still moved from him.
“Unique, if you cannot tell, I’m having a very bad day and do not want to talk.”
“I see that.” He stepped closer, hitting me with the scent of his creamy but masculine cologne.
He was wearing the hoodie his character often wore, making him look very much like the drug dealer he portrayed.
Exhaling heavily, I scrunched my face in agony. “Matter fact, why haven’t I heard from you about the,” I moved closer to him and lowered my voice, “the annulment.”
“Right.” He stroked his beard, and the look in his eyes was something I didn’t like at all. “My lawyer wants us to meet up with him. I haven’t had the time because a nigga been traveling, but don’t trip. We got four years to annul the shit.”
“Don’t trip?” I chuckled. “So when can we meet with him? I really need to get this done, and I don’t understand why you aren’t as eager.” I frowned, realizing how lackadaisical he was.
“I am eager. But when I found out we got four years, I prioritized other shit. I ain’t just sitting on my ass, Kabrina.”
“I know. I know that.” I nodded. A part of me wanted to tell him I was pregnant, but then the other part wanted to keep it a secret. It was most likely AJ’s anyway.
After some silence, he said, “You know if you need something, you can let a nigga know, right?”
“No thank you.” I started off. “I’m done asking niggas for favors.” I hopped into my Altima. “Just get the meeting set up,” I said before closing the car door.
As I put it in reverse and sped out, I caught Unique still watching before a PA came out to reluctantly tell him to come back inside of the garage.
It took me forever to get home in this traffic, irritating me further, so when I got inside of the apartment, I wasn’t in the mood to cook. I needed to pack up all my kitchen shit anyway.
As I waited for DoorDash to deliver my order, my phone rang, and I saw it was Kerry Diaz, my actress client for this weekend.
“Hey, Kerry!” I answered in the most chipper tone I could, even though I was far from feeling chipper.
“Hi, this is Daniella, her assistant.”
That was a red flag, considering Kerry had been speaking with me directly this whole time, stating she was too particular about her makeup to have someone else handle this for her.
“Hi, Daniella. What’s up?” I stood from the couch, too anxious to stay seated.
“So, I know you were booked to come to Calabasas this weekend to do Kerry’s wedding party makeup, but she’s decided to go in another direction.”
“Another direction?” I felt the frown on my face. “Like she’s not going to wear makeup?”
Daniella laughed awkwardly before saying, “No, she’s going to get another makeup artist, unfortunately.”
“May I ask why? She’s already paid me the five-hundred-dollar booking fee, and that’s nonrefundable.”
“Yeah, you can keep that. She knows that. But um, if you want me to be honest?—”
“I do.” I plopped back down on the couch, stomach feeling so sour that I wasn’t in the mood to grab the food the delivery man had just left in front of my door.
“She doesn’t want you doing her makeup because it’s not appropriate. This is for her wedding, and she feels like any woman that would sleep with a married man doesn’t value the sanctity of marriage.”
