Page 80 of Love's Most Wanted
Putting it on speaker, I opened my mouth to talk, but she cut me off.
“Who is that good looking man that just left my house after giving me all this money?”
I sat up, confused. “Huh?”
“Some fine, young, chocolate thang just came over here, gave me fifteen grand in cash, and told me all I had to do was not say that nappy headed nigga’s name no more.”
“Nappy headed? Who?” I asked, even more puzzled. AJ would never give Aunt Bell money directly and not such a substantial amount either.
“Said his name was Unique.”
I froze at her words, suddenly remembering our conversation last night.
“I guess the nappy headed nigga is A?—”
“Don’t say it. I don’t want him hearing it.”
“I thoughtyoucouldn’t say it. That has nothing to do with me.” I laughed.
“I didn’t ask for clarification, so just call him nappy headed nigga for now. Old cheating ass.”
I giggled, shaking my head at how money changed her tune.
“No problem.” I stood to look out of my floor-to-ceiling windows, feeling a bit sore from last night’s triple pounding.
“Now who is he?”
“He’s… NHN’s co-star and?—”
“If he’s not yours, make him yours before someone else does, Kabrina.”
“I have. I did. I am.” I nodded, unable to hold back my smile.
And he was actually mine, not shared. I hadn’t known Unique long, but I didn’t question his motives or what he said. I knew he was a great actor, but if he was faking his authenticity, he deserved to be in the Hall of Fame immediately.
“Good. Good. He got an uncle? Daddy single? Or anything? If I wasn’t in need of a hip replacement, I would ask if he had a brother, but I can’t risk these young boys messing auntie up.”
We burst into laughter.
I knew she wasn’t serious, though, because as trash as Elijah was, Aunt Bell would never leave him alone.
“I’ll check for you.” I smirked, pacing some. “I have to get ready, though, because he’s taking me to breakfast. But I have something I want to tell you soon.”
“You pregnant?”
“No, but close.”
Leaningagainst the side of the brick building belonging to AJ’s agent, I stood upright when I saw that nigga exit, looking distressed as fuck. He had his head down, mumbling shit to himself and not paying attention to his fucking surroundings, despite it being dark as fuck outside.
“You hacking accounts now?” I cut his path off, peering from under my hood and trying to conceal my face despite the fact that no one was out here except for the cars speeding up and down the street. This was a business district, in a sense, and it was after business hours for most muthafuckas.
AJ jumped back before whipping his head around as if looking for help. “The fuck is you talking about!” he shouted, spit flying from his mouth.
“I’m gon’ say this; either you give Kabrina her shit back or find out what the fuck happened to her social media accounts. If not…” I slowly retrieved and pressed the gun resting in my waist to his abdomen, making sure he could feel that shit.
“You ain’t gon’ shoot me over that shit! You’d be done and yo’ career would be over! They’d know it was you because we got history!” His eyes kept darting down to the gun and back up to me in surprise.
“You watch too much TV, bitch nigga. Solving murders is a fifty-fifty thing, and with who I got behind me, we can bump that shit up to a one hundred percent chance of them never linking me to shit. What say you, muthafucka?” I took the safety off, and due to how quiet it was in the moment, the action sounded off loudly as fuck seemingly.
