Page 94 of Love's Most Wanted
“Nah.” I shook my head with finality. “I don’t want that. Maybe before I fell in love with Kabrina, but now that I am, no. I wanna get her back, Zah.” I finally lifted my eyes from the floor to meet hers.
Zosia squinted for a minute before her eyes went back to their original shape. “You just said she’s married.”
“Yeah, well, they ain’t been married that long. I’m sure it can be annulled. I doubt they consummated the shit.” I added the last part more for my own damn sanity. I didn’t even wanna think of Unique being between Kabrina’s legs.
“Like a marriage for publicity? For her image or something?” Zosia questioned, and I nodded, though I hadn’t even thought about that.
That sounded logical, more logical than commitment-phobe ass Unique dropping his two women to get married to my ex. Kabrina was beautiful and perfect but I didn’t think she could pull that off without some sort of sorcery.
“Exactly. So let’s break up peacefully. I won’t ask for much, just alimony to keep my same lifestyle and child support, but other than that, we good.” I patted her shoulder as I walked past her.
“Excuse me? You leave me for that bitch, and you won’t ever see your fucking son!” she yelled to my back.
“That’s perfectly fine.” I tittered to myself as I entered the bathroom. Little did she know, I didn’t wanna be a father. Only reason I’d even fight for my son was for that child support money.
“Where are you going? Only time you shower midday is when you’re leaving!” Zosia banged on the bathroom door.
“Out!”
“You better not bring your ass back here if you do!”
I ignored her, turning some music on my phone and climbing into the luxurious ass shower within the guest bathroom.
I had a newfound energy at the thought of locating Kabrina, telling her I was done with Zosia, and getting her back. I was hoping that Unique was only with her ass for appearances because I wasn’t exactly trying to go to war with or fight that nigga. He had a bad temper and resources which was a recipe for disaster.
Kabrina was mine first, anyway, so he needed to bow out gracefully, if he did in fact like her.
Once out the shower, I got dressed and even wore some cologne. I hadn’t been out just to have fun in a little minute. Lately, I’d only hit the streets in order to find groupies and drink to take shit off my mind.
Zosia didn’t say a word to me before I left, thankfully.
It took me about half an hour to make it to this small strip club off Florence. It was in the hood, but I fucked with it because it had the prettiest females, and they weren’t bougie—especially when a famous person came through. They made me feel like royalty, and I needed that tonight.
“You back, huh?” The bouncer smiled, dapping me up.
“Faithful customer here, my nigga.” I smirked, entering the spot.
“I see you. Enjoy.”
It was thick tonight, reminding me that it was the weekend. I hated coming here on the weekend because it was too many niggas, and the ladies had a lot to choose from, so I wasn’t as highly sought after.
But I was here and feeling good, so I would kick it. I sat down in a section, ordered a couple bottles and some food, then sat back, watching different dancers to see which one I would book for a private dance and then some like I usually did. I needed it because sex with Zosia was damn near unbearable, and sex with Kabrina was no longer on the table.
“Aye, beautiful,” I called out to the pretty, thick, chocolate stripper walking by wearing a pink thong with her titties out. My dick hardened immediately, which let me know she was my pick for the night.
“Hey.” She smiled shyly, which was an act, but I liked it.
“What’s ya name?” I touched her hand as she came up the two steps into my section.
“Paradise.” Her lids lowered lustfully, making me lick my lips.
“You do private dances and favors?”
“How much you paying?”
“I got a grand.”
Her eyes lit up, and I knew I had her. These hood clubs were easy with shit like that. Them bougie hos in the upscale spots wanted way too fucking much for a simple dance and some head, let alone some pussy.
