Page 41 of Love's Most Wanted
By saying that, his name-calling meant they weren’t my endgame. I didn’t wanna see shit that way though. I couldn’t.
“I still feel that way, but that don’t mean I ain’t gon’ like other women. Shit is weird. I like what I got and my situation, but I can’t lie and say a nigga don’t enjoy Kabrina. It may be just that though.” I grunted lowly, feeling my brothers’ eyes on me, but I refused to give them eye contact back. “I don’t wanna upend my lifestyle, cut off Daisy and Aurora, then make Kabrina think shit is lovely only to realize some shit I knew well before we even started whatever the fuck this is—which is that I can’t settle down with one woman and be content with the shit.” I finally looked over, and them niggas were just staring at me. “Kabrina deserves better than that shit. I ain’t gon’ be thrown in the AJ category in her head. No.” I shook my head definitively.
Kabrina stating that I was acting and doing the same shit as AJ had a nigga up all fucking night. So I knew if she dated me and was able to confirm the shit through experience, that would fuck with me even more.
“Ask yaself a simple question, nigga. If she got a boyfriend right now, annulment done, would you care?” Asif eyed me, causing my brothers to do the same, looking like they were waiting with bated breath to hear my answer. “And I don’t mean caring a little bit. I mean would you be fucked up ’bout it?”
I wasn’t sure, and it was one of those things I assumed I would need to experience to be for sure. But I could surely say that I wouldn’t be too happy if Kabrina told me she’d met somebody, which was new in itself.
I’d never competed for a female in my entire life. If a woman told me or made it seem like she was checking for another nigga, I’d let her do the shit with no argument. It wasn’t in my personality to be pressed over a woman and not for the same reasons someone like Asif—who before Anastazia just truly didn’t give a fuck about these bitches—wasn’t pressed. Prior to her, they served a purpose for him when necessary, and other than that, he was cash and generational wealth focused.
On my end, I wasn’t pressed because it was too many women out here, and at the end of the day, I wasn’t gon’ ever try to make a woman choose me, stay with me, or none of that shit. Not on no cocky shit, but I was handsome, six feet four, dark skinned, and I wasn’t broke in the slightest. There was no need for me to chase a woman, and I think that was why me nor any of my brothers had ever been thirsty or pressed. Then again, with the way we rolled, all seven of us would’ve had the same confidence as a fair-skinned nigga with a nine to five, standing at five feet, seven inches.
So the fact that I would even be bothered by Kabrina liking or wanting another nigga was… new.
“I um… shit?—”
“If you gotta think about the shit, then you already know the answer.” Bashar cut me off.
“Facts. You would’ve usually answered fast as fuck and with a hell nah,” Lequay added, speaking the fucking truth that I ain’t wanna hear.
“Aight, well let’s get back to it. Especially you,Quay, ’cause you don’t gotta be nowhere in the morning.” I rose up, calling my brother the nickname he despised.
When the ball hit the back of my head, it made me turn around and glare at his ass.
“Keep it up, bitch ass nigga,” he said.
“I’m gon’ get you back. I’m gon’ wait, though, when you least expect the shit,” I jested, saying the same shit I’d been saying to my brothers since we were kids.
Our whole childhood was us sneaking and getting one another back for shit, scaring one another and others, fist fighting and talking shit—same shit we did now minus the fighting. Wouldn’t know what I’d do without it though.
* * *
Tonight was the premiere party for the new season where the whole cast and crew would get together to watch the first two episodes. The new season wouldn’t come to television for a couple of months, though, so because of that, no cameras or recording equipment of any kind were allowed at these screenings.
Tonight was also another type of premiere—I was debuting both of my ladies with me—which was some shit I had yet to do. I liked to keep my private life just that, but I realized I wasn’t putting my all into this shit with Daisy and Aurora, and that was possibly why I was so hung up on Kabrina. I needed to make this shit real, and what better way to make it real than to show the world my love for my ladies.
“I’m so excited. I can’t believe you brought us.” Aurora beamed as she sat on my right side in the back of the black truck I’d paid to have a nigga drive us for the night so we could fully enjoy the shit.
“Girl.” Daisy scoffed, hooking my arm with hers on my left side as she shook her head. “Please don’t embarrass us. And act like you’ve been some got damn where before.”
Leaning forward some to see Daisy, Aurora replied, “Why do you always have to do that? How many premieres or anything have you been to, Daisy? I’ll wait.”
“You don’t know me or where I’ve been!”
“I know Unique is the first famous man you’ve been with and probably the first rich one too!” Aurora snapped back.
“Actually, bitch?—”
“Nah, we not doing this.” I spoke up, slicing through the argument that, for some reason, I thought they could solve them fucking selves. “This is a big night for me, for more than one reason, so I don’t need this shit from y’all. If you gotta ignore one another all night to remain cool, then do so, but no fucking arguing in this damn event. Aight?” I glanced between both of them, who sat stock still as the car carried on. “Aight?”
“Aight,” they mumbled in unison, but Daisy was still shaking her head as she looked out of the window nearest her.
The rest of the ride was quiet, with the exception of Aurora asking a few questions about the event. That was something I loved about her, was how she could easily forgive or move on from shit. Daisy was sitting on my other side still pouting and with an attitude, despite the fact that she started the tiff.
Often, I thought about dropping the latter, but I knew I’d miss her in this dynamic. She brought the fun shit, the excitement that Aurora didn’t. As mean as it sounded, Aurora could be boring as fuck.
The driver finally pulled over at the big theater in New York City before hopping out to open the back door for everybody. I slipped past Aurora so I could help her and then Daisy onto the curb.
