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MOST EMBARRASSING DAY EVER… LAS VEGAS, NV

“Man, I feel like my dreams are for real finally coming true.” My boyfriend Alvin, better known as AJ, grinned as we rode in the back seat of the all-black Tahoe he’d rented to chauffeur us, bypassing the bright lights of Vegas.

“I know. I’m so proud of you.” I brushed my thumb along the back of his hand before he leaned over to kiss me.

I loved seeing the excitement on his face and witnessing all the success he’d been able to garner. He was so handsome with his light complexion, curly hair, and trimmed facial hair. Standing at about six feet, one inch, he was just tall enough.

Tonight, we were headed to a party the production team of Dough Boyz —the TV show AJ starred on—was having to celebrate the fact the network was renewing the show for its fifth season.

Though the show had crazy high ratings, the lead actor Ramonté Ayers had some personal issues, aka a love for alcohol, that often disrupted filming. Because of this, rumors had spread that the network would want to possibly cut ties with the show. Thankfully, they were just rumors.

We’d found out it was being renewed about a month ago, but tonight was the party to celebrate it since contracts had been signed this week, according to AJ.

“I worked hard to get here.” AJ looked out of the window at the bright city of Las Vegas, gripping my hand tightly while in deep thought. His other hand gripped his chin.

He had worked hard. Coming from two parents who’d died of overdoses and having had to move himself from Connecticut to Los Angeles in pursuit of his dreams, he’d made it quite far, and I was so happy for him. Most men in his position would’ve allowed their circumstances to dictate their life negatively.

“You did.”

“Now, all I need is to book a show where I’m the lead.” He winked, making me giggle. “Even better would be to get a movie as a superhero for one of the Prevail Studios superhero franchises.”

Currently, Ramonté played the lead kingpin Branden Knight, while AJ and another actor, Unique Compton, played his right-hand men. Compton was Ramonté’s longtime best friend on the show, while AJ was a character they’d met in adulthood.

“Yeah, when you become a Prevail superhero, you’ve made it big,” I stated.

“Facts.” AJ exhaled heavily just as the driver pulled up to the hotel, stopping in its valet section.

He climbed out once the driver parked and came around to help AJ and me out of the back seat before letting us both know he’d be around until we called to say we were ready to go.

We followed the signs that led to the ballroom, where the party tonight was being held, and I couldn’t stop smiling. I felt good. I had my career as a celebrity makeup artist, a good man by my side, and his dreams had also come true. All that was left was for us to get married, have children, and continue to hit our goals.

“Classy Girl” by Turbo played as AJ and I entered the packed ballroom of the hotel with beautifully dressed people mingling, drinking, chatting, and laughing. Everyone was in good spirits, which made sense.

“AJ.” Tamira Weathers, the showrunner for Dough Boyz , walked up in a tight blue dress with her husband hovering nearby. He was handsome but clearly about twenty years younger than her fifty-five years. “Congratulations. We can’t wait to start filming.” She beamed.

“I know. I’m ready. Just let me know,” he joked, knowing he already had the schedule.

Tamira threw her head back, giggling before giving a finger wave and walking off with her man.

“How old is he?” I questioned as AJ and I started moving through the room, headed for the bar.

Chuckling, he replied, “Maybe thirty.”

“Well, at least he’s a grown man.”

“Yeah, but they been married for a little over a decade.” AJ lifted his brows at me as I let my jaw drop in shock.

When we got to the bar, Ramonté was already there throwing a hefty double shot back. When he slammed the glass down to ask for another before turning to us, I could see how glassy his eyes were and how flushed his cedar complexion was. His wife sat on the stool beside him looking worried, as if her husband would do or say something crazy at any minute.

“We back!” Ramonté shouted so loudly that he drowned out the music a bit.

“We are.” AJ nodded demurely, patting his co-star’s back with a nod.

“Ramonté.” He stuck his hand out to me.

“I know. We’ve met.” I shook it anyway, chuckling some at his befuddled expression.

“Baby, come on. I want to hit the seafood bar.” His wife gave me a subtle but shameful smile as she stood, fixing her short dress with one hand and holding onto Ramonté with the other.

As they skated away, Ramonté complained that he hadn’t gotten his second double shot he’d ordered. I heard a bit of commotion at the front entrance, making me look to see Unique Compton entering.

He was alone, which I didn’t expect considering he had not one but two girlfriends, and yes, they knew about one another.

As distasteful as I found their arrangement, and as stupid as I thought his women were, I couldn’t deny that he was fine. Only a man who looked like that could have that type of situation. Not with me, but you get my point.

He was well beyond six feet, with an onyx complexion, caramel and green swirled eyes, full lips, long lashes, low-cut fade, and a smile that could light up a pitch-black room. And those were only the first few things you noticed. I didn’t feel bad for finding him to be fine, because most women did, even the mean, in denial lesbians, I was sure.

Unique was a universal handsome, and I realized it ran in the family when I saw his siblings at a yacht party one afternoon. Even his stepbrother, whose party it was, was fine as fuck. And you knew you were sexy if I still thought so despite him making my man jump off the boat and find his own way back to shore.

Thankfully, we hadn’t been sailing long, and AJ could swim. He didn’t talk to me for days though because according to him, I should’ve followed him, which was insane to me.

Anyway, Unique and his brothers were the most take-your-pick niggas I’d ever seen in person. I assumed their wives chose them by personality alone, because they were all too fine to pick by looks.

“How y’all doing?” Unique walked up, grinning, and in turn, it made me do the same.

AJ had inquired once on why I was so smiley whenever his co-star was present, and I didn’t know, so I chalked it up to the fact that Unique was funny, so the sight of him made me smile… I guessed. I wasn’t sure, but I just knew whenever he was nearby or spoke to me, I couldn’t help it.

“Good, bruh, especially with the news.” AJ slapped hands with Unique, smiling extra hard. “You killed it season four.”

Though they were somewhat cool, AJ often spoke poorly of Unique, saying things about his acting and how he didn’t get how Unique even booked Dough Boyz . I would only nod and listen because I didn’t agree. Unique had acting chops, for sure, but I wasn’t about to go against my man, nor was I about to lie to appease him. By saying that, I kept it mute during those rants.

“I know I did.” Unique joked, making us both laugh as AJ faked one. I knew him well enough to know when his laughs or smiles weren’t genuine.

He was bothered by Unique’s acceptance of his compliment, but it was obvious he was joking. At least to me it was.

“AJ, we have a surprise for you,” announced the producer, Stanton Cameron.

I couldn’t see what it was because Unique was blocking our view, but I heard his voice. Unique glanced over his shoulder and slowly moved out of the way, almost like he didn’t want to, and milliseconds later, Stanton appeared arm-in-arm with a pretty young woman with a very far along pregnant belly. I was jolted when AJ snatched his hand from mine just before she rushed into his arms and pressed her lips… to his.

“Congratulations, baby!” She screeched, and I recognized her from somewhere but couldn’t place it.

When I glanced over and up at Unique, he didn’t look surprised, and for the first time since I’d met his ass, he was speechless seemingly, clutching the short glass of liquor he’d walked up with.

“Baby… um, what you doing here? You shouldn’t even be flying.” AJ feigned excitement and happiness, obviously avoiding eye contact with me.

“I know, and Stanton told me that, but when I heard the show got renewed, I had to come see you and celebrate you.” She gripped his face to kiss his lips deeply as his hands rested on the sides of her large belly.

I was so floored that I couldn’t speak. I didn’t understand what the fuck was going on and why I, as well as some of the partygoers, were the only ones surprised. Tamira, Stanton, Unique, and even Ramonté across the room were either smiling at the reunion or unmoved. The rest of us had our lips parted in shock.

Everyone who was a part of this show knew AJ was my man. He didn’t hide me and often had me on set with him. Not once did any of these people mention AJ being with someone else or having a baby on the way.

“Zosia.” The pregnant woman finally turned to me with her hand out.

“… I’m sorry. What the fuck is going on?” I shook her hand, barely, for a beat before realizing what I was doing and taking it back.

Swallowing a boulder it seemed, AJ said, “, this is my wife, Zosia. Zosia, this is , umm, Unique’s girl.” He snatched up Unique’s eyes, pleading with him to go along.

Before Unique could make a decision, I made it for his ass.

“No, I’m not Unique’s girl. I came here with your husband. Your husband has been my man for the past two years, and I knew nothing about you,” I stated, rendering audible gasps from people around the party with their fake asses.

“Ah, I couldn’t wait for this,” I heard Tamira say, and I confirmed right then that I didn’t like that bitch for several reasons. She was a predator. She knew AJ was married, and she found this shit to be entertaining.

“Excuse me?” Zosia frowned, looking between AJ and me for answers. “This has been my husband for the past seven years, and everyone knows that.”

“Oh, okay. Well, everyone who knows neglected to tell me.” I chuckled humorlessly.

“What is she talking about, Alvin?” Zosia looked up at him.

Alvin. Though everyone knew what the A in his initials stood for, only people familiar with him called him Alvin.

“I’m not sure. I think I was too nice and?—”

Before he could finish his sentence, I sent my fist into his jaw, making him stumble and knock over the glass napkin holders along the bar. The whole room clamored about in shock, as security rushed over to detain me from hitting his ass again.

Zosia screamed, and AJ cupped his jaw, moving it a bit to check if it was out of place as his wife tended to him.

“Too nice? Nigga, you better be glad it’s security here or I would whup your soft ass! What kind of man lets another man make him jump off a boat, you bitch! And you’re the one who can’t act! Not Unique, you pencil dick ass nigga!” I fussed loudly as security carried me toward the exit, the party in a bit of pandemonium. “I fucking hate you!”

That sentence was the last thing I was able to say before the security guard stepped outside of the ballroom and into the hotel it was being held in, Unique coming out shortly after.

“Aye, let her go,” he told the man sternly but calmly.

The guard hesitated for a moment but then gave a curt nod before placing me to my feet. I tried to dart back inside when he opened the door to go in, but Unique caught me.

“Let me go!” I snapped at him, so he did, tossing his hands up in mock surrender as I paced on the slippery hotel floors that were so clean I could see my reflection. I was beside my damn self and in a bit of disbelief. “Fuck,” I mumbled, feeling the tears well up in my eyes as I fished my iPhone from my small clutch.

I started looking for an Uber but realized I was sharing a room with AJ in Caesar’s Palace, and all my shit was in there. I felt stupid, ashamed, and, most of all, angry.

“Let me get you a ride. No sense in wasting ya money, love.” Unique spoke up, reminding me that he was still standing here.

“Give me a ride, where? I don’t have a room because I am pretty sure AJ is going to take his pregnant wife back to the suite all my shit is in,” I said, feeling vomit at the back of my throat at the mention of him having a wife and a pregnant one at that.

This shit felt like a punch to the throat and gut.

“Don’t worry about that, baby. I can get ya shit, and we can find a room for?—”

“I need a drink.” I started off, and I knew Unique was following me because I could smell his pleasant cologne. He always smelled good, and it was always the same scent, so I’d begun to attribute whatever cologne it was to him. “I didn’t say I wanted company, Unique.”

I wasn’t trying to be rude, but I wanted to be alone and in a dark club or bar so I could cry. Having Unique be an audience member to my pathetic-ness wasn’t a part of the game plan.

“I can’t let you wander off while upset and talking ’bout drinking, alone and shit, .” His deep voice seemed to vibrate my chest as he caught up to me, keeping close.

Spotting the club inside of the Wynn, I started that way but grunted at the long line of people wanting to get inside.

“Damn.” I huffed, and Unique noticed my distress instantly.

“Hold up.” He moved toward the bouncer, talked for a bit, putting on that wide smile of his that was so much more captivating now that I was single, and then he waved for me to come on with a wink.

It was difficult to keep a smile off my face just from seeing his, but thankfully, I was successful, slipping my hand into his large one as he tugged me along inside of the club while people complained.

“Thank you!” I shouted since it was loud as hell in here. It was full of drunk white people already wilding out. “I need a drink!” I screamed again over “Where Have You Been?” by Rihanna, which clearly these people loved because they were damn near floating with how high they were jumping and swinging their heads.

Unique gripped my hand tighter before deciding to pull me in close to his person. The move caused me to look up into his handsome, bearded face as he carefully guided me through the packed club, and the words Rihanna crooned were exactly what I was thinking at the moment. I’d always found him sexy as hell, but having my AJ blinders off enhanced everything. My renewed vision had me wondering where had this fine ass chocolate nigga been this whole time?

“Aight, what you want?” he asked once we got to the bar.

It took me a moment to snap out of the trance he and my thoughts had me in.

“Something strong,” I replied, delayed.

He nodded, then ordered for me before himself as we sat on the stools of the bar. Just then, the song switched to Rihanna’s “We Found Love” causing people to go crazy again. A man bumped into me just as I was about to take a sip, making both Unique and me turn to look at him.

“Aye, watch what the fuck you doing, nigga. It’s women sitting ’round here.” He snapped at the inebriated white man who threw his hands up in mock surrender.

“Sorry,” he slurred, his eyes holding remorse, so I nodded to say I accepted. The sight of Unique had the man spooked.

We turned back to our drinks as I gulped down whatever Unique had ordered me, low-key regretting allowing him to choose due to the strength. As the liquor sluiced down my throat, tasting like rubbing alcohol, a thought hit me.

“Did you know about her?” I inquired, polishing my drink off and signaling for a refill.

He sighed, sipping his own, so I already knew the answer.

“I did, love.” He glanced away from me briefly as I chuckled silently.

I felt so dumb prancing around with that man and all these people knew I was getting played. You couldn’t make this shit up.

For some reason, I thought Unique was a good guy and would’ve mentioned something like this to me, but I realized I was wrong as hell. He was just like the rest of these niggas, always looking out for one another even when the shit was dead wrong. The same types of niggas who sat by while their homies beat on their girlfriends or was a deadbeat to their child, all because it wasn’t their business . The thought made me scoff and shake my head as I inhaled his cologne peppering the air of the crowded ass bar.

My phone had been buzzing nonstop in my clutch, and I didn’t need to retrieve it to know my socials were blowing up because of the scene I’d caused back there. Also because of what I’d just found out.

“That’s fucked up,” I admitted once I could find the words. “You watched me with him and didn’t even drop me a hint.” I shook my head. “I hate men,” I stated truthfully, holding my refilled glass to my lips and clutching the glass tightly so I wouldn’t take my anger out on the man beside me. That one hit to AJ’s jaw wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to fully kick his ass.

“It was … in hindsight. I just felt like the shit wasn’t my story to tell. I ain’t in the business of snitching on other niggas, not unless it was gon’ benefit me somehow.” He smiled, and I wanted to slap the shit out of him for thinking this was the time to be flirty. And it wasn’t a compliment because Unique flirted with every woman. Even the bartender just now—he had to mesmerize her with his smile and tell her to enjoy her night along with a smirk. She ate it up, unaware of how he was. When he noticed I wasn’t entertained by his statement, his smile dropped, and he cleared his throat. “I’m sorry though. Real shit. Soon as I saw ya face back there when she popped up, I regretted not putting you on.”

“I don’t know why I expected you to tell me something like that when you live the life you do.” I snickered a bit out of anger.

This man had two girlfriends, so I was sure he saw nothing wrong with what AJ was doing.

“It’s not the same, love. I’m honest with my shit. I don’ said something to that nigga plenty of times, but also, I ain’t nobody’s daddy yet, so I can’t make his ass do shit. At the end of the day, though, I agree I should’ve kept it a buck with you. I ain’t got no loyalty to AJ to be keeping secrets for that muthafucka.”

“To think I thought you and I were friends.” I tittered, taking in the shelf of the bar littered with beautiful liquor bottles that appeared to be custom.

Okay we weren’t friends but we’d kicked it enough, with AJ included of course, for us to be somewhat cool.

I was only finishing my second drink, but I was already feeling a bit past buzzed. I was starting to feel numb, though, so that was what I needed. Lifting my glass, I gestured to the bartender for another.

“We are?—”

“Where have I seen that girl? Is she an actress?” I cut him off as the woman poured more of what I saw was straight Don Julio into my glass. She gave Unique more as well, taking his card after, to open a tab.

“Nah, but she’s in the movie industry via her pops. Konrad Tillman was a movie mogul—owned a studio, produced several films and hit TV shows before he died. So she’s in with that crowd because of him.”

I nodded as Unique talked, taking the information in. I didn’t know much about Zosia, but I’d heard of Konrad hundreds of times from being in the industry but especially once I was around AJ’s people.

“How is it not front-page news that she’s married to AJ?” I turned in my seat, gulping more of the liquor that didn’t taste as strong anymore.

“Said they kept it on the low so people wouldn’t think that was how he got on.” Unique shrugged, letting me know he wasn’t sure if that was true or not.

I felt tears drip down my cheeks suddenly, which caught me off guard. It prompted me to turn back to the bar to shield myself from his view. When Unique reached to thumb them, I moved from his touch, shooting him daggers in response.

“I appreciate you… um, coming with me but umm…” I lost my train of thought and began to giggle. “We need shots.”

“You sure? You seem a little lit. And I ain’t gon’ hold you, a nigga feeling warm, too, trying to keep up with yo’ ass. You drinking like a fucking uncle.” His cheeks flushed a bit, and it made me smile at how cute he looked once he blew out air.

“You don’t have to. You can go. But me? I’m taking shots. Tequila, please.” I nodded to the bartender who looked to Unique for confirmation as if he were my father. “He’s not my man or my daddy, so you don’t need permission from him,” I told her, making her give me a look that held slight attitude.

“You too?” She grinned lustfully at Unique, to which he nodded giving her his signature smirk.

“Guess I’m taking a shot, because I ain’t leaving a drunk woman in the club.”

I smiled inwardly, not knowing why the fact that Unique planned to stay here with me and not leave made me feel some type of way, especially when I was kind of upset with him for keeping AJ’s secrets. Ultimately, though, my wrath was only and mainly going to be directed at AJ.

“I’m sorry for blaming you… kind of,” I said, shutting my eyes for longer than normal. I chuckled when I opened them to see Unique wearing a worrisome frown.

“You good. Low-key, I would be hot, too, if you knew some shit like that and I found out publicly in that fucking way. I ain’t gon’ even lie.” He took the shot from the bartender.

We clinked them and then threw them back before I told her to bring another round. She didn’t ask any questions or hesitate this time, or the few times after that when we ordered more and more.

Somewhere along the way, Unique and I ended up on the dance floor, moving our bodies to what sounded like “Man Down” by Rihanna.

“Is it Rihanna night?” I yelled, looking up at him.

“I don’t even fucking know,” he replied, running a hand down his sexy dark face. He got finer the drunker I got, and though I wasn’t the type, I low-key had the urge to fuck him.

I was overcome with the need to touch him, so I moved his hand from his face and put it around me, making him grin and chuckle drunkenly. I turned in his arms to move my body against his tall, built one, and it felt so good. He was bigger than AJ in every way, and it was turning me on right now.

I’d always loved this song by Rihanna, but I loved it even more right now. It sounded like Beethoven or something at the moment—just amazing.

Unique’s hands moved in a hesitant manner like he didn’t want to go too far, so I guided them for him until he caught on, taking control himself. My lids felt heavy as I swayed to the music in the middle of the crowded club. It smelled like smoke, Unique’s cologne, and a little bit of sweat, but I didn’t mind it at all. All my inhibitions had flown out the window some time ago.

When his dick hardened a little on my ass, I ground against it even more, purposefully. I heard him groan a little bit at that fact, seemingly out of frustration, but I kept going to the slow, sensual beat of the song.

We danced some more, and I think we had a few more shots in the middle of the dance floor, and I wasn’t sure how we got them.

We left the club at some point and walked along the strip for what seemed like two seconds before catching a ride with some man that had a strange laugh. Unique and I talked, and whatever it was seemed to be serious, because I didn’t remember him smiling much, even when I did.

I assumed the weird man dropped us off to get some food that we had to sign for because I remembered eating a burger after signing for it. It was stupid but I was hungry, so I went with it. Plus, Unique did it, too, and he seemed to be pretty smart.

Before I could even finish my food, however, I was asleep… I think.

* * *

The next morning…

The bright sun shining through the window caused me to wake up. I squinted my eyes with a groan at the combination of the blinding sun and my thumping ass headache.

I didn’t recognize this room or bed, and as I tried to remember it, I recalled the events of the night before. Well, I was able to recall some of it.

Moments ago, I was hoping it had been a terrible nightmare, but the way my gut sank, I knew it was real. AJ was married and had a child on the way. The man who told me he wanted to marry me and have children had already done that with someone else.

Feeling like pure lead, I dropped my face back into my pillow. But when I felt someone next to me stir, my face shot up from it. I knew damn well I didn’t go sleep with AJ after his big wife reveal. But no. As I looked to my right, I saw Unique. He looked so handsome and innocent—as innocent as a big ass man could look—as he slept, making me simper a bit until I began to wonder how I even got into a room and this bed with him.

Sitting up with a start, I stared down at him for a beat as if he would morph into AJ or someone else, but he didn’t. I touched him lightly, before shaking him a bit, causing him to groan. I exhaled, knowing he wasn’t dead or something.

“Unique.” I called his name as loud as I could, though my voice was hoarse, and my head hurt badly.

Last thing I remembered was drinking with him at the bar, taking shots, and leading him to the dance floor. After that, it was spotty with us walking along the strip, riding in a truck, and then skipping to right now.

I shook him again, making him finally open his eyes, shielding them from the bright sun.

“I feel like shit.” He grumbled, palming his face. He was shirtless, and though I’d seen his body on TV, it did it no justice because up close, I could barely peel my damn eyes away from his chiseled abs, chest, and arms. He had not one tattoo, and I realized I kind of liked that. There were no distractions on that beautiful ass work of art.

“Me too.” I paused for a moment, realizing we were in a bed together, both half-dressed. I tried to take a moment to see if I felt like I’d had sex, but I couldn’t tell. I prayed I hadn’t. Twenty-four hours ago, I was in a relationship with another man, and it wasn’t my plan to sleep with another, especially his co-star who was in a double relationship.

Unique finally sat up, still groaning but grabbed the phone to call for a delivery of aspirin to the room.

He hung up, then said, “I barely even fucking remem?—”

“Remember last night? Me either.” I nibbled on my thumb, wishing I could ask him if we fucked, but now that I knew he didn’t remember, it was no point. When I noticed he was still frozen, not having said a word, I asked, “Are you okay?”

He turned to me slowly, before reaching outward, holding a paper in his hand. Frowning, I took it to see it was a marriage license, signed by both him and me.

“That shit can’t be real.” He finally said a word, looking horrified. Damn, was it that bad to possibly be married to me? Not that I wanted to marry Unique’s ass, but he had me fucked up frowning like he was.

“It looks… real.” I studied the paper, seeing the seals and everything. “Maybe it’s like something they give you when you check in,” I added, peeping the suite we were in that looked like it was for honeymooners.

It was beautiful, decked the hell out, and surely cost more than a few thousand a night. I saw Ferrari Hotel on the notepad sitting on my nightstand. It was a hotel I’d always wanted to stay at, but even with my pretty good income, staying here was too costly.

“Nah, that muthafucka looks real.” He stood and started to pace anxiously, but the knocking on the door halted him.

Unique left the room to grab the aspirin before returning with the woman who’d brought it. She looked a bit startled.

“Unique, what?—”

“Aye, this shit look real to you or what?” He snatched the paper from me. “Shit, you live here, and I ain’t ever been married, so let a nigga know.” Unique was tall as hell and not skinny in the slightest, and I think, in the moment, he had forgotten how intimidating he could be physically.

The woman, hands shaking, took the paper to inspect it before nodding.

“Oh my gosh!” I covered my mouth in shock as Unique dismissed the hotel worker.

“Nah, it’s cool. All we gotta do is get an annulment and we good.” He nodded but looked worried still.

“Right. So we just contact a lawyer, explain what happened, and it should be done, right?”

“Pretty much.” He shrugged, and I realized then that this nigga didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about. He, himself said he’d never been married. “I’m gon’ contact a lawyer when I get back to LA so he can handle this shit ASAP.” He slipped his pants on, but a paper fell out of it.

Reaching down, he grabbed it and stared for a moment. Smirking with his fine ass, he tossed it into the middle of the bed for me to see.

Picking it up, I saw it was our wedding photo. One would think we were truly in love by how we looked into one another’s eyes. Had it not been me in this picture, I would’ve been fooled.

“So um, yeah, just let me know what he says,” I uttered lowly.

“Aight. I got you.” He hurriedly dressed as an awkward silence fell over us.

“Keep this a secret, Unique,” I stated after pulling my dress over my head. I could tell by the way he took me in that he was wondering as well if we’d had sex. “I haven’t even been broken up with AJ very long, and I don’t want to look loose or like I was fucking y’all at the same time.”

“I got you.” He nodded, tossing the aspirin into his mouth and gulping the water down. “Take some.” He handed me a fresh water bottle and packet of medicine as well.

After taking it and placing the cap back on the Ferrari branded water, I asked, “Do you think we had sex?”

“Can’t be sure, love. But what I can say is if I hit, you’d feel it still.” He looked me over seriously, so I knew he wasn’t joking. “Only other way to know is if you smell my dick.”

Rolling my eyes as he chuckled, I asked, “Nigga, why can’t you smell your own dick?”

“Muthafucka too long and I’m too tall. I can’t bend like that. I ain’t AJ’s muthafuckin’ ass.”

“AJ isn’t short.” I chuckled, taking down some more water.

“He shorter than me, and he look like the type of nigga to be able to bend so he could suck his own dick.”

“Unique, shut the hell up.” I giggled. When silence returned, us both perusing the room to be sure we didn’t leave anything behind or that there wasn’t any more evidence to this damn marriage, I finally said, “Please let me know as soon as you hear from the lawyer.”

“I will, love.” He nodded impatiently. “Stay here, though, ’cause I’m gon’ have ya shit brought from the room you had with AJ over here.” He picked up his iPhone, sending off a text. His shirt was open, and there I was again, salivating over his chest. “Need anything else? Ride to the airport or ride home?”

“A ride home? You think I’m gonna ride four hours with you?” I jested.

“I mean, you are a nigga’s wife. Least you can do since you ain’t give me none.” He lifted his brows as I tittered lightly. “But nah,” he fastened his expensive watch around his wrist, “my brother Asif let me use his jet, so if you needed a ride, I could literally give you one.”

I’d never been on a jet before, and I didn’t want to hit AJ up to inquire about my boarding pass, so I said, “I could do that.”

Unique nodded, made a few phone calls, and then decided to undress and use the shower plus complimentary toothbrushes. While I did the same, he went to grab my things from his assistant, who he said was in the lobby with my stuff.

I liked how in control he was and how smoothly he handled things for me. I didn’t know why, but I found that attractive. AJ would’ve been asking twenty-one questions and trying to get me to do or fix shit.

After I got dressed, he ordered a car to take us to the private airstrip.

The jet was beautiful. Even the air inside smelled expensive, so if I didn’t know his brother had money before, I did now.

“So is this the brother who proposed to his girlfriend at his yacht party?” I quizzed as I sat beside Unique, a tray of breakfast before me. This was good living.

“It is.” He nodded. “Why?”

“He made AJ jump off the boat, is very fine, and he’s rich? I wish he was single,” I joked, making Unique shake his head.

“Well he not, and you married.”

“Yeah, but I won’t be for long.” I winked as they told us to buckle ourselves up and to prepare for takeoff.

I couldn’t help but notice the elongated stare Unique gave me after my statement. I just hoped he got in contact with a lawyer as soon as we landed because the last thing I needed was to be exposed as a side chick and homie hopper adjacent in less than twenty-four hours.