Page 49 of Love's Most Wanted
Shit got worse, with him coming to me and her at the same time, in the same room, explaining that he still liked us both and that past experiences told him he wouldn’t be able to be monogamous.
According to Unique, it wasn’t in him to be. He traveled too much, met too many women, and often found himself growing bored when he courted the same chick for too long, too consistently. He let us know if we didn’t want to be a part of it, that was fine, but it was how he planned to move going forward.
I just knew a jealous, territorial bitch like Daisy wouldn’t go for it, so I agreed. Plus, I was too in love with him, and the thought of letting him go or allowing Daisy to keep him would drive me crazy. However, to my surprise, Daisy agreed as well.
I quickly and immediately realized shortly into the three of us dating that Daisy’s ass had a motive, which was to eventually subtract my ass from the equation. She would constantly interrupt Unique’s and my time together, barge into our conversations, do the most to impress him, and anything else to steal his attention away.
Had I grown up a fighter, I would’ve surely already dog walked that bitch. I hated her.
Daisy, on the other hand, was very much a fighter, having gotten in plenty of public spats, pre-Unique, that went viral, and going against her didn’t appear to be a walk in the park. One thing the bitch could do was kick some ass, and I wouldn’t be added to her list of fatalities.
“You’re all set, girly. You look beautiful.” Chloe beamed at me through the mirror before removing the cape.
“Appreciate it, girl.” I smiled, reaching into my purse to pay her with a hefty tip since Unique had broken me off nicely to get myself pampered a few days ago. He wasn’t usually this generous, but I think he’d been feeling bad for his neglect.
I’d wanted to go to his mother’s salon; however, she was always booked. I’d asked Unique to see if he could get me in, but he claimed it was impossible and that he wanted to respect his mother’s schedule. I believed him until I overheard Asif’s fiancée saying Lisara did her hair and how the shop was cleared out and that it was a surprise. That didn’t sound like an appointment that was booked months in advance. It very much sounded like some skip-the-line favor.
Grabbing my things, I switched out of the shop, loving the smell of my freshly styled hair. After stopping to grab some French fries from Burger King, the only fast food I ate, I took my ass home.
The upside to this situation with Unique was definitely my new living situation. He always claimed he wasn’t as rich as his brothers, but his house was big and beautiful. And while he didn’t exactly blow racks on me like I wanted, he made sure we were comfortable in his home. We didn’t pay bills, take out the trash, put gas in or wash our cars, or even open our own boxes. Unique did it all. I just loved him and I wasn’t about to let Daisy nor Kabrina have him.
Moseying through the house, I went in search of Unique because after those fries, I was still starving. Usually when he was off from filming like this, we’d eat out almost nightly at top-of-the-line eateries, and since it was only five o’clock, I was hoping for that tonight. Even better, Daisy was out with a friend, so it’d just be him and me.
“Hey, baby.” I found him in the den, watching TV.
He was in an open jacket, wife beater, sweats, and socks, looking so handsome. Unique never had less than a fresh haircut which made sense because he was always being seen either at events or on TV. He couldn’t afford to look rough with as much steady working as he did.
“Aye,” he glanced over at me, looking a bit somber, “come sit down.”
“Okay.” I listened, taking the couch cushion next to him and placing my purse off to the side. “Is everything okay?” I rubbed his back, inhaling his woodsy but creamy cologne that I loved. After dinner, I wanted to get fucked for sure.
“Why you do that shit with Kabrina?” His golden-green eyes lasered in on me as he turned from the TV.
Removing my hand from his back in shock, I said, “Because I wanted to be sure what you were telling me was the truth. Yes, I signed up for this situation, but that doesn’t mean you can go and date chicks on the side, Unique. Unless she is joining us, that is cheating.”
He scoffed.
“I explained to you that Kabrina was a friend and wasn’t shit romantic there.” His eyes narrowed. “I ain’t yo’ fucking child, Aurora. You don’t need to go check up on what the fuck I be telling you. If it’s all like that, then you don’t need to be fucking with me.”
“Right. You’re right.” I nodded, but I was still glad I put the bug in that bitch’s ear. And she wasn’t his typical type, so that put me at ease.
“And I don’t like that sneaky shit. I ain’t think you had that in you, but now that I know you do?—”
“I don’t, Unique. I have never done anything like that before. But I’ve also never felt anything like this, and I panicked.” I caressed the back of his head. “I promise I won’t do anything else like that again. It was a moment of immaturity and nothing more.”
He stared in my eyes like he was surveying, reading me. He then nodded.
“Aight. Cool.”
“Maybe we can go out to eat? My hair is done, and I’m hungry.”
“I’m not in the mood, love, but we can order some shit, or I can have my assistant pick something up.”
“That’s fine. Can she go to Ruth’s Chris?” I beamed, and he chuckled, but it was so half-hearted that I couldn’t appreciate it.
Unique was a man who seemed to always be happy and lighthearted, so to see him be sort of sullen was strange, and I wanted to know what was bothering him.
“She can.” He sent off a text.
