Page 121 of Love's Most Wanted
“What?” I frowned, unable to just ignore the bitch.
“You’re cute, and you have a nice body. I get why Unique wants to ruin his career over you.”
“Ruin his career?” I played dumb as if I didn’t know what her predator ass had going on.
“Yep. You’ve made him lose focus. He’s not performing like heusuallydoes.” She snatched up one of the thick paper towels to dry her hands as she looked herself over in the bust mirror. “This’ll be the last season ofDough Boyz,and who knows what work Unique will be able to find after that.” She began touching up her lipstick.
“I see.” I nodded. “I find it odd that you’re supposedly happily married, yet you’re so hard up for dick you have to threaten careers over it,” I said, and that caught her by surprise. She almost broke her neck to look my way. Moving closer and leaning on the porcelain sink a bit, I said, “If you do anything to jeopardize all that Unique has worked for, I will tell everyone what you do. I’ve already met other young actors who said you did the same shit to them, and they’re more than ready to tell it all if they can get Unique on board,” I lied.
I knew no one she’d done this to, but predators like her didn’t just have one victim. I was sure the bitch had a whole arsenal.
Tamira opened and closed her mouth before, I guess, realizing she had no comeback and storming out.
As soon as she left, Unique cracked the door, looking me over to see if I was okay. He was just as surprised as I was that she was in here. It was clear that she’d been in the bathroom prior to me arriving.
“You aight, love?”
“I am.” I faked a smile, drying my own hands and meeting him at the threshold.
Deep down, I felt terrible for what I’d just said to Tamira. Not because of her but because I knew Unique didn’t want their situation being exposed, and he’d told me in confidence.
While I didn’t think Tamira would go telling, the fact that she knew I knew could possibly have terrible repercussions, and it would be all my damn fault.
Lookingin the mirror within my trailer, I rehearsed my lines as if I hadn’t been doing the shit all weekend. I’d always been great at memorizing the shit, but now I’d gotten even better at it since Kabrina was running lines with me.
Before her, I enjoyed practicing my craft, but after her, I would wanna get the shit over with so I could lay up with my baby. So having the two things I loved meshed into one made it all the fucking better.
A knock on my trailer sounded off, making me check the time on my watch. It was two minutes until start time, so I figured that was Renee coming to get me. But before I could cross the trailer to get the door, Tamira walked in.
She wasn’t wearing her usual playful and salacious expression though. She was mad as fuck, bearing the same expression my mama did when she was about to dig in my ass.
“I’m coming out.” I gave her the benefit of the doubt that she wasn’t coming in here for some dick. If she was, I was gon’ let her ass have it. I could feel the shit brewing in a nigga.
“When I first met your little wife, I thought she was another one of your random relationship quests, but after she decided to tell me that you made me out to be some kind of sexual deviant, I realize you actually like that girl.” She started toward me but then stopped, leaving a small gap between us. I was mainly focused on when and why the fuck Kabrina even spoke to Tamira about any fucking thing. The bathroom shit came to mind immediately after. “So, I will say this, Unique; you’d better put a muzzle on that wifey of yours, or it is gonna get really bad for you. I will have you blackballed so quick and fast that people will be snapping their fingers to even remember your name. And don’t think thatNight Walkershit is in the bag because it’s not. There are plenty of young and hungry actors who can take that job, especially when I make sure of it.”
I was so floored at the moment I could barely process her fucking threat. I didn’t know how to feel knowing I’d explicitly asked Kabrina not to say shit, especially not to Tamira’s muthafuckin’ ass, but she did anyway.
My silence made Tamira think shit was gravy though because she closed the gap between us to touch my chest, but I blocked her.
“Let me explain some shit to you, Tamira—actually a couple fucking things. For one, I ain’t puttin’ a muzzle on shit. My wife can say whatever the fuck she feel she want to, and I’m gon’ have her back on that shit. Secondly, if you don’t wanna come up missing, stop throwing them tired walls my way, love. I ain’t fucking around.” I latched onto her eyes with mine, following them every time they bounced around my face to be sure we had a clear fucking understanding. “If you wanna blackball me or have this show canceled, by all means, but just know I’m gon’ handle shit how I see fit, and if that mean I got to turn yo’ nigga into a widower, I’m with that.”
“Excuse—”
“Get the fuck out my trailer and tell them niggas I need five.” I cut her off. “Hurry up!” I barked, and she actually turned away and bolted out.
I’d done my best in the past to be cordial and cool with Tamira, not wanting to disrupt shit and especially not my career, but the bitch brought the real Unique Compton up out of me.
I was raised to love, respect, and protect black women, but I was also raised to snatch the life up out a muthafucka threatening my family or my livelihood or both. I was a cool, funny muthafucka until you pushed me, and that was something she was about to learn.
Tamira could think a nigga was playing if she wanted to, but it’d be her ass getting her neck squeezed on until she stopped breathing at the end of shit… not me.
Tamira did as she was told, so when I came out of my trailer ready to go five minutes later, I had no issues. AJ was getting worse on set, unable to remember his lines and actually stay in character due to his hatred for a nigga. Typically, shit like this would have me up all night, praying his actions didn’t fuck up the show, but at this point, I’d stopped giving a fuck.
By the time we’d gotten done shooting for the day, which wasn’t much due to AJ’s fuck ups, the sun had set. Only upside was the lack of traffic, now that it was after seven p.m., and the thought hit me to take my ass to my own house to process my thoughts.
However, I knew that was not how shit was supposed to go when you got married. You had to talk, work through shit, and doing any type of silent treatment or ignoring of one another would only make shit worse. So as angry as I was with Kabrina, I was still in love with her and would much rather wave the white flag than lose what we had.
I shook my head at myself as I threw my whip into park. The vulnerability that love brought out of a nigga was scary. I didn’t know a person who would make me forget about being upset or not even wanna be upset until I met her ass. My baby had too much control over a nigga.
