Page 12 of Love's Most Wanted
I wasn’t sure what I would light her ass up about, considering she was perfect in my eyes. But I was a vet at clowning muthafuckas, so I was sure it would come to a nigga.
Chuckling, he shook his head and said, “Don’t do that, nigga. ’Cause sound like you like her, and you gon’ lose points doing some shit like that. Plus, she the one hurt, not you.” He pointed at me.
“You right.” I sat back some. “I don’t like her like that though.”
“If you say so. But niggas don’t care about other women’s opinions and moods unless they like ’em.”
“Nah, that’syou, nigga.”
“Well, you gon’ have a difficult ass time in yo’ relationships if you running around giving a fuck about every woman’s feelings, even when youdon’tlike their asses.”
He got me there. His comment made me think for a second, but I shook the shit off.
Kabrina was a pretty ass girl and seemed cool from what I had gotten to know from being around her ass, but I was happy with what a nigga had. I couldn’t lie and say that something wasn’t holding me back from rushing the divorce shit. It was as if life made the choice for my ass, and it honestly seemed like the only way a nigga would ever get married.
I loved my brothers and was happy that they’d all found that one and got married, but I didn’t see the hype. Nothing about them niggas’ lives made me wanna get down on one knee and be laid up with the same woman, talking shit and threatening to take half if I divorced her muthafuckin’ ass. I guess I was just different from them niggas though.
It all started with Khari’s ass. I low-key felt like had he not hitched himself to Couture, none of these niggas would’ve been husbands.
“After we make up, I ain’t gon’ be worried about her, watch. Daisy and Aurora are my main focuses,” I finally said.
“How that shit going?” He chuckled, questioning me sarcastically.
“Perfect as fucking usual, nigga. You gon’ be wishing you had another one ’round here soon when Stazi get to tripping.” I smirked.
The thought alone was funny because after getting to know Anastazia, she’d go apeshit if Asif eventhoughtabout bringing another woman around.
“Nah, I’d rather deal with her tripping than be with anybody else.” He sipped his water.
“You say that now.”
“She got insomnia right now and every night at two, three in the fucking morning she wakes a nigga up to either make her a snack or ask me if I still love her, if I think she’s sexy still, and am I happy she’s having my baby.” He shook his head with a smirk as I chuckled. “Keep in mind I tell her she’s beautiful every fucking day, I love her, and some mo’ shit.”
“I hope you play sleep and ignore her ass,” I said.
Shaking his head he replied, “I answer every time. The little smile and giggle she give a nigga after I reply is worth it.”
“See, that shit would drive me crazy.”
“That’s my baby, though, so I’ll let her drive me crazy before I hop in the car with another.” He shrugged. “Plus, you not serious ’bout that shit you got.”
“How you figure?” I frowned.
“Most niggas who are into poly still date one at a fucking time, nigga. Not only that, they get married. You just got two bitches in the crib that you can fuck on. You playing games, and when you play games with these females out here, it never ends well. Trust me when I tell you that shit.”
“I’m not playing games, nigga. I got feelings for them both.”
“Yet you blowing me up to talk about a whole nother female.” He gave me unwavering eye contact as he held his boxed water bottle. “Just ’cause you got two girlfriends don’t mean the same shit don’t apply, Nique. You still gotta be faithful. You can’t fuck other bitches or be worried about other women’s feelings and shit. You s’posed to be dedicated to Daisy and Aurora just like you would if you had one.” He threw up one finger. “Except you got double the work.”
“I can handle it.” I smirked.
“I don’t just mean in the bedroom. I mean with every fucking thing.” He set the bottle down. “Everything I do, I only have to worry about doing it for Anastazia or how it’s gon’ affect her. I only gotta worry about what she like, don’t like, what she doing, etcetera. But you, you have to consider two women’s thoughts, moods, and feelings. I can run out and buy my lady a car. But you, you gotta buy two or worry about the other feeling left out. It’s fun while you getting yo’ dick wet. I know I don’ had my fair share of threesomes in the past—but that’s evenifyou getting a threesome. But there is more to relationships than fucking.”
Daisy and Aurora beefed too fucking hard for me to even say the word threesome. Shit, we could barely go out to eat as a trio, let alone fuck.
“Nigga, I ain’t come here to get lectured. You got a son on the way. Wait until he come before you start giving out advice and shit.” I waved him off.
“I ain’t lecturing you, Nique. I’m yo’ brother, and I’m keeping shit real with you. If you like Kabrina, cool. But you can’t have one foot over there and then one foot in yo’ relationships.”
