Page 99 of Love's Most Wanted
“About five hundred thousand now. So around six million plus per season.”
“That’s a lot, Unique.”
“It is but it ain’t. Take into account that if the show gets cancelled, I have no job; the cost of my lifestyle, especially with a new wife, and things like production getting put on hold at random times, it can run out fast. That’s why I save as much as I can. I wanna get to the point where my money is too long for even my great grandkids to blow.”
“You’re smarter than you look.”
“Damn.”
Giggling, she said, “Men as sexy as you have to be dumb and bad in bed. Otherwise, it’s not fair. But you,” she caressed my beard, “have it all.”
“I do?” My mind was elsewhere as she mounted me, pulling off her night shirt.
“Mhm.” She nodded, pulling my already hard dick from my boxers, lifting up slightly, and doing her best to sit on it.
She worked her way down eventually, whimpering once I was all the way inside.
* * *
“How you doing, Pop?” I grinned, stepping down into the den as Prime studied the pool table.
“I’m shocked to see yo’ ass. Seems like you been avoiding me.” He hit the ball, then set the stick down, waving for me to come sit down at the bar within the den.
“Ain’t gon’ even front—I have been,” I admitted as he slid me a soda.
Once I let it be known I was gon’ be living an alternative lifestyle, I began avoiding Prime’s ass like the plague. He called a nigga often and did whatever he could to have a private conversation with my ass, but I didn’t wanna hear it.
I knew what he was gon’ say, and at the time, it was all bullshit I didn’t feel applied to me. I wasn’t a one-woman man and wasn’t gon’ be forced into the shit—or so I thought because God had other plans and that was checking me off the love’s most wanted list.
“So why you here now?” He put the bottle to his mouth and sipped, looking me over skeptically. I could tell he was a little bit peeved, and I couldn’t blame him.
“’Cause shit has changed, but also because I ain’t so against hearing what you got to say.” I drank my own drink. “Plus, I forgot Sif is yo’ damn clone, and the nigga was on my head.”
Prime’s stoic demeanor shed at the mention of his son, causing his face to split into a grin accompanied by some laughter.
“Sif gon’ always keep shit a buck.” He shook his head with a smirk like he was recalling a time it’d happened.
“What you said—hating ass nigga,” I jested. “And the way he do it be having you feeling dumb than a muthafucka but he say the shit too respectfully for you to blow up on his ass. Only nigga I know that can tell you, you acting like a bitch and have you agreeing,” I added, causing Prime to toss his head back and laugh heartily. “But anyway,” I stared at my soda bottle on the bar for a beat, “I wanna apologize for dodging you. That ain’t the man you raised me to be. You taught us to face shit head-on, and that’s what I should’ve done. If I believed in what I was doing like I claimed, it would’ve been no issue dealing with others’ thoughts and opinions.”
“Exactly.” Prime nodded. “But you knew you wasn’t going about the shit the right way. You was playing. It’s actually people that live that way but you still date one woman at a time and you date to marry. You was on some other shit.” He took another sip. “What changed?”
“I’m surprised them brothers of mine ain’t tell you, but then again, I’m not.” I exhaled. “I got married to a perfect ass girl named Kabrina in Vegas on accident, and after the shit happened, it was like I felt responsible for her. Wasn’t no woman that was my wife was gon’ be struggling or needing shit—nah, not while I’m her husband. And… it just went from there. First time we actually kicked it, post-marriage, I couldn’t stop thinking about being with her for real.”
“Can’t be,” Prime stated sarcastically.
“I know.” I laughed. “I used to argue you down that ain’t no way you’d know after kicking it once, but you was right.”
“Now look at yo’ ass. Told you soon as I seen ya mama telling me she ain’t have my money, I knew it was a wrap.”
We guffawed in unison as I nodded, remembering him saying that shit.
“Well, I can definitely say you was right about that.”
“So you staying married to her, huh?”
“I think so.” I nodded. “I mean, I want to, but it’s up to her.”
“How them other ones take it? They was possessive as fuck of you.”
