Page 92 of Love's Most Wanted
I couldn’t fucking stand Unique, and honestly, I’d never liked him. He was one of them niggas that everybody in the room paid attention to or gravitated toward, and that shit annoyed me.
While Ramonté was the lead, it was clear that Unique was the star of the show. He seemingly got the best lines, most diverse scenes, and the female fans of the show were always fawning over his ass, mainly. So him now moving to take the reins ofDough Boyzwould only worsen shit for me.
I was a star, and I felt like Tamira and the rest of theDough Boyzproduction crew were holding me back. I was a far better actor than Unique, who only mimicked his brother’s life and demeanor for the show, which wasn’t real acting. Had I not gone to that weak ass yacht party and met him, I would’ve never known. And even worse, the nigga was buddy-buddy with Kabrina—the love of my life—even going as far as to help her abort my child.
So it was safe to say I abhorred Unique Compton, and if I were a different type of nigga, I would’ve been had somebody take him out. I was from New England, though, and had no real connects in the streets out here on the west.
As Monique typed up the email, I got on my phone to pass the time. I always Googled Unique to check on the news that was surrounding him and the show. Usually, it wasn’t much of anything, just him booking a new movie calledThe Playersand other random shit about him having two bitches.
When the search results populated this time, I physically felt my jaw drop seeing the somewhat grainy photos of him out to eat with my woman. I tapped images to further inspect, and sure enough, it was Kabrina.
But shit didn’t look friendly like I thought because a few of the photos showed them kissing. I assumed Unique was just helping her ass out here and there, feeling sorry for her, especially since he’d made it clear he wasn’t a one-woman man, but I was wrong as fuck. That nigga was fucking my girl.
Backing out, I searched their names together and saw an article title that blew my fucking mind.
Unique Compton of the upcoming Night Walker chronicles announces marriage to co-star’s ex, Kabrina Kenneth.
I read that shit over a hundred times it felt like, and every time, my heart sank a little bit fucking more. Not only was Kabrina my heart, my world, and the actual love of my fucking life, as I said, but this nigga Unique had booked a superhero franchise?
“Alright, I sent the email. When I hear back?—”
“Aye, what the fuck is this about?” I cut Monique off, shooting up from my seat.
“What?” She frowned, taking my phone once I showed it to her.
“Oh, wow. When did they even start dating?”
“Not just that, but how the fuck did he book a Prevail Studios movie franchise, Mo?” I snatched my phone back, and I could tell by the way her one eyebrow shot up that she was ready to go off, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was hurting in more ways than one. “He playing Wraith?”
“It’s a very recent thing, AJ.”
“And how the fuck he getting shit like that and I can’t? I got to fucking crawl back to that fucking show, who don’t value me, while this nigga gets promoted, another movie, and now this franchise? Do I need his agent, Monique, or what?” I ranted, pacing back and forth. I wanted to punch some shit.
“No, you don’t need another agent, AJ. What you need is his focus and work ethic. You are too busy trying to dupe your wife, worrying about Kabrina, causing issues with your first steady gig since forever, and missing auditions. The last two films I sent you the scripts to, you said you’d go audition, and you didn’t.”
“I was busy,” I lied, flopping back down into the chair.
“What has you too busy to audition, AJ? And it can’t be Zosia and your new baby because she was all over the internet hollering about you being gone overnight and then for days.
“All this shit that you’re doing is why you haven’t booked a movie or franchise like he has. The only reason you’re not blackballed is because of your work onDough Boyzand you’re about to fuck that up!”
“Man—”
“Man, nothing!” Monique ascended abruptly as fuck to the point where I flinched a bit. Palming her desk as she leaned over it a little, she added, “AJ, you need to get your shit together, and I mean immediately. I don’t have unprofessional clients, and you are ruining my rapport with people I have known and been working with for over a damn decade. Monique Foster’s clients don’t miss auditions or cause issues for no reason, and you are not about to change that shit.
“Clean up your damn act and not just professionally but personally too. If you wanna be with your wife, act like it because in this day and age, how you move in your personal life affects your career and how the public supports you. Nobody wants to see a man who abandons his wife and newborn for weeks on end, in a superhero movie or on their screens period. If you don’t want to be with her, make the shit so, but stop jumping in between. As far as Kabrina, she has moved on, and you need to as well. Do you understand?”
“Man, you better watch who you talking to. My wife ain’t gon’ appreciate how you talking to me.” I looked Monique up and down as I stood.
Zosia was a big name in the industry, and it was the only reason I’d even entertained her. While she wasn’t ugly or anything of that nature, I never loved her or even saw a future with her ass until she’d told me her father was Konrad Tillman. I knew right then if I got in good with her, he would help me break into Hollywood, so that was exactly what the fuck I did.
I played the role—some shit I was good at—making Zosia think I was in love with her and wanted her for life. I proposed, married her, got in good with her family, but before her pops could even help me, the nigga had a random heart attack and died just five months after we got hitched.
I contemplated leaving Zosia then, but I realized with her father gone, she had all the same connects as he did, so I stuck around. I pressured her to help her man out so I could take care of her, and she did just that, hooking me up with Monique who was one of the biggest and most successful agents out there.
I knew Monique had told Zosia she didn’t want to work with me, but Zosia pleaded on behalf of her father, and Monique agreed. It was the best shit to ever happen to me because she got me the audition forDough Boyz,which I clearly secured.
“I don’t give a damn what she likes. I took you on as a favor to her since me and her father have worked together before. But if you cannot figure it out and pull your shit together, I have no problems taking you off of my roster. So what is it gonna be?” She folded her arms.
