Page 122 of Love's Most Wanted
“Guess what I made this time.” She beamed as soon as I walked into her studio. It smelled like a fucking restaurant in here, causing my stomach to growl since I had no real appetite while on set all damn day.
“What is it?” I smirked as she slid her arms around my body before we kissed. My resolve was melting the more I was in her presence, which was wild as hell.
“Chimichurri steak, dinosaur potatoes, and lemon asparagus. Hungry?” She cheesed, proud of herself for making all that fancy shit Presley had come up with.
“I am, but let me talk to you for a second, love.” I moved to sit on the couch.
“Okay.” Her chipper tone had been exchanged for a confused one as I listened to her cut off the appliances she no longer needed before coming to sit in my lap. She knew what she was doing, and sadly, it worked.
How the hell would this shit even work when as soon as I looked at her pretty, innocent ass face and beautiful eyes, I was no longer upset? I felt like Alice in fucking Wonderland, falling deeper into this black hole love shit each day, making it less likely I would ever be able to climb my ass up out.
Looking down at the floor so I would stop being mesmerized, I asked, “Why you open ya mouth to Tamira?”
When I picked my head up, I saw the regret in her face as she fidgeted.
“I know that was wrong, and I honestly never meant to do that, but when she threatened your career, it just flew out. I don’t want her fucking with you.”
I tittered subtly and briefly, hand on her waist before I said, “Baby, I don’t need you to protect me from Tamira. I don’ gon’ against niggas a lot worse than her. It’s fine right now.”
“No, it’s not fine, Unique. She’s throwing her weight around and forcing sexual favors on people. Others need to know about her.”
“Not at my fucking expense, Kabrina.” I frowned. “I told you already I ain’t about to be some fucking poster boy for no shit like that! I was a grown ass man, and it was just sex. Not like I was a virgin or some shit. I’m not even bothered by it, so why even put that type of fucking spotlight on myself?”
“You are, too, bothered because you walk on eggshells so that she won’t mess with your career, and you were fucking her for the same reason, even when you didn’t want to!”
“I’m not doing it, love. I’m not being the nigga that complains about some shit like that and who also got a gay ass father. That don’t fucking look right. Aight? And niggas ain’t about to be telling me I wouldn’t have made it this fucking far if I didn’t smash her ass.”
Kabrina calmed down some before climbing down onto her knees so she could look up into my face, which she palmed on both sides. Even throughout cooking, her hands smelled sweet.
Kissing me, she said, “Unique, no one is going to think anything like that because you told what she did. No one is going to think you aren’t talented, because we see the proof on TV every week. And ultimately, no one will think you are less of a man. I can promise you. But she is a predator, and she does not need to be around young talent. A boy who isn’t as grown as you could be a future victim, and you’d be okay with that?”
“You know I wouldn’t,” I said.
“I do. You don’t have to expose her or be the one to tell on her, but you can’t let her dictate your personal life.”
“I won’t. I said as much when I saw her ass today and she told me to put a muzzle on yo’ ass.”
“What did you say?” Kabrina frowned.
“To kick rocks and that I wasn’t putting a muzzle on shit.” I smirked, seeing the smile split her pretty face.
“Thank you.” She stood on her knees to hug my neck tightly. “I want you to know I love you no matter what you choose to do, but I can’t promise that when people threaten you, I won’t get angry.”
I chuckled, rubbing up and down her back. “I can’t promise that shit either, baby.” I pulled back to peck her. “I love yo’ ass too.”
Our kissing turned passionate as I started to massage her plump ass, dick swelling in no time.
“We have to eat, baby,” she moaned when I picked her up, standing along the way.
Wrapping her legs around me, I kissed on her neck.
“Food gotta cool.” I kept on kneading her round ass as I carried her to the bathroom to knock out sex and a shower in one.
Thankfully, she didn’t protest.
* * *
I stood behind Kabrina as she slipped her key into her aunt Bell’s door. Pushing it open once it was unlocked, she switched inside, and I was right on her heels. I wasn’t really trying to come through for this shit, but Kabrina wanted me to do her a favor, and it was impossible for me to tell my wife ‘no.’
