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SOMETIME LATER…

Sitting up, I grabbed my new phone and checked a few messages from my aunt and Unique. I couldn’t stop smiling every time I saw his name on my phone now, and I just hoped this wasn’t a new situation that would end up nowhere.

I couldn’t deny that things with Unique felt different than what I was used to though. He felt like a close friend, a crush, and a lover all in one, and it was exhilarating. And while I enjoyed AJ and spending time with him, I couldn’t say I’d been anxious to see him or counting down the hours until I could talk to him next like with Unique.

It was something about that man. He’d always been special, able to make me smile no matter what, but now that shit had tipped over into the romantic arena, everything with him was heightened, like being on shrooms or something. No one had ever made me feel important or like a priority until him, even when I didn’t want him making me one. It was unexplainable.

Shaking off my smile as much as I could as I replied to his simple ‘good morning, beautiful’ text, I climbed from the bed, having energy I didn’t even recognize. If we weren’t together, Unique messaged me every single morning before I got a chance too. It was something about a man thinking of you as soon as he opened his eyes.

Ever since our date, Unique and I had been inseparable. If we weren’t kicking it, we were texting or on the phone. If we weren’t doing that, we were sending each other funny shit on social media. And as bad as it sounded, I was elated that Daisy had done what she did and that Aurora didn’t have what was needed to keep Unique holding on.

After showering then brushing, flossing, and rinsing with mouthwash, I ventured to the kitchen to make myself a quick omelet, keeping an eye on my phone to be sure I texted Unique back promptly. He was out of town for some business, so all we had was the phone right now. I was like a lovesick teen at the moment.

As I sat down to eat, I went onto social media just to humor myself and see if anyone had messaged me about booking an appointment to get their makeup done. It was unlikely, but occasionally, I would have someone looking to book. And no matter how much I reiterated to use my website or email, some still sent me a direct message.

However, when I opened the app, it showed that I was logged out. Force closing it as I dropped my fork, I tried it again but saw it was doing the same thing. Typing in my credentials, I waited impatiently, only for the app to tell me that wasn’t the right information. I requested to reset my password immediately, but when it told me that email wasn’t in the system, my stomach sank.

I had been confused as to what the fuck was going on at first, but then it hit me. This was AJ, and he’d broken into my account to either delete my shit or just changed the password. To see which it was, I googled my page and saw it was still up.

“Fuck.” I groaned, going into my block list, unblocking his ass and calling. But when the phone rang once then went to voicemail instantly, I realized his stupid ass had blocked me back.

Had I not posted cryptic photos from my date night with Unique, I would be puzzled as to who had done this shit, but since I had, I knew it was AJ. He’d watched my story the whole night, not missing a post. And though I didn’t show who I was with, AJ had either put two and two together since he was already suspicious of us, or he was just mad that I was on a date with another man period.

Jotting down the email for support, I sent them a message stating that someone had broken into my shit and changed my passwords, but I could provide whatever was needed to get my account back. I didn’t wanna start over. I needed that page, those followers, and everything, despite the fact that my damn name was ruined.

Once done, I grabbed my keys, phone, and purse, then left out. I had to go visit my aunt today to let her know that I wouldn’t be able to give her anything for a little bit. Lately, with Unique’s help, I’d been breaking her off with small amounts here and there, even though she hadn’t helped me when I needed it, but that could no longer work.

I couldn’t find steady work in my field, I had bills, and I was still waiting on the loan with St. Thomas Financial to go through. The loan officer let me know they needed a little more time when I mentioned to him that the allotted two weeks had passed. He’d explained that loan applications had tripled due to the new black business owner loan they’d announced.

“Hey, sweetie.” My aunt beamed, wearing her money smile. I could’ve just called her over the phone, but I felt like my aunt received information better in person.

“Hey. Before you get all happy, I need to talk with you.” I hugged her, then sat down on the same couch she’d had since I was in high school.

“I hope it has nothing to do with my money. It’s been getting smaller and smaller, Kabrina.” She sat beside me.

“I know, and I told you I had lost my career because of the stuff with AJ, so you shouldn’t have been expecting anything.” I shook my head. Only reason I still gave her a little bit, even though she didn’t help me, was because if I didn’t have her when my mama drank herself to death, I would’ve probably gone to foster care.

My other aunt Rosette had made it clear to the state that she couldn’t afford to take me in, but Aunt Bell refused to let me get thrown into the system despite the fact that she didn’t make much money to care for herself, let alone an extra person. She was also always there when my mother was too inebriated to take care of me sometimes for a week straight.

That was something I could never thank her enough for, so even when she came off stingy or unhelpful, I still did what I could for her. She was greedy and had questionable morals sometimes, but she loved me. That was a fact that I could never deny.

“I don’t expect it, Kabrina, I just…” She couldn’t find the words, so she just smiled at me sheepishly as I rolled my eyes. “But I thought you were bringing in clients again, just normal folk.”

“Yeah, well, that’s not working out for me too well. I’m tired of debating and arguing about what I charge, people canceling same day, and all kinds of shit. Celebrities, shockingly, were much easier. They paid what I asked for, never canceled, because they needed their makeup done, and the appointments were more often.”

“I understand.” She nodded.

“So I won’t be able to continue to help you much at all anymore, Bell.” I sighed, taking her in as she nodded sadly, making me feel like shit. “I just wish I never met AJ because I wouldn’t be going through this.”

“Just take him back.” She waved me off, making me whip my head in her direction.

“I am not going to take him back, Bell. Plus, the main reason why my career has fallen off is because he fucked up my reputation by making me into a side chick unwillingly. Not only that, the nigga hacked my accounts knowing I mainly use it for business and changed my passwords, so I couldn’t book a client if I tried. These people don’t use websites like they should,” I ranted, irritated as hell by her comment.

“Well, I met him, Kabrina, and I can tell that he loves you.” She turned to me a bit as I laughed mirthlessly. “Men are like children sometimes and need to be steered in the right direction.”

“I don’t want a man who needs to be steered, Bell, because then he isn’t a damn man at all.” I frowned, looking at her like the fool that she was. “And you’re only taking up for him because he has money and he gave you a little bit of it occasionally.”

“That is a lie.” Her brows dipped as she jerked back a bit. “I just know a good man when I see one. He loves you, but it sounds like he got into a situation before he met you and couldn’t get out of it.”

“You don’t know a good man when you see one, just like your damn sister,” I said, referring to my own mother. “That’s why she’s in a fucking grave now, and you’re still getting dogged out by the same nigga from twenty plus years ago!” When I saw my aunt blink and her eyes water, I felt like shit. “I’m sorry. That was wrong to say,” I stated honestly, though it was the truth.

For as long as I could remember, Elijah had been in and out of Aunt Bell’s life. And for just as long, she’d been complaining about women he’d cheated with. The nigga even got married when I was around fourteen, and though Aunt Bell pretended she was done, he was back in her bed months after. Now, he was divorced with four kids, but he still came around whenever he felt like it, to sleep with her. He reminded me a lot of my father.

Seeing what she and my mother went through had me wondering if that was the life I would be dealt as well. And when the AJ shit transpired, I panicked, thinking God was confirming that women in my family were only good for one thing.

I had never witnessed a woman being treated correctly. Because even my other aunt had her fair share of men problems, only her bedroom door was a revolving one. She never got played by the same nigga twice—she wasn’t even worth that apparently.

I guess that was why shit with Unique felt so good. I could feel how much he cared about me and not in the way most niggas cared about a pretty girl. It was genuine.

He asked if I’d eaten, if I needed anything, what I liked to do. He paid for and took care of me when aborting another man’s child. If he didn’t talk to me for too many days, he would worry. When I didn’t answer the phone, he popped up. And though some of those things were simple as hell, I loved that.

I just hated that he was attached back then because it somehow proved my theory about the women in my lineage, but now that he was single, I started to see the light at the end of this cursed tunnel.

“No, maybe you’re right.” She fidgeted. “Me and your mother aren’t that different. I was just smart enough not to get pregnant or not to keep the pregnancy.” She finally lifted her eyes from her skinny, somewhat aged hands.

“When was this?”

She scoffed, trying to lighten the mood as she waved me off. “A very long time ago. You were a toddler still.”

I nodded. “I’m glad you didn’t keep it. We gotta stop having children for men who don’t give a damn about us—if we can help it.”

“That’s the truth.” She kept fidgeting, staring down at her hands.

“I love you, Aunt Bell, but I don’t want relationship advice from you or anybody else, honestly.” I kissed her cheek when she nodded. “If things change, I will let you know, but for now, the well is dry.” I rose to my feet.

“Okay. You’re not staying? I cooked.” She stared up at me as I ventured to the door.

“No. I need to figure some stuff out and be alone while I do it, but I will be back in a few days so we can hang out.” I smirked, and she returned the gesture.

Leaving out, I could only shake my head. I hated the hand that some of the women in my family had been dealt, but some of the shit, they’d brought onto themselves.

* * *

“Would you ever get another color?” Unique stared at my feet as we lay in my bed, music playing. I loved how we could just kick it, seemingly never running out of shit to talk about.

“Nope. I don’t want white because it’s too boring, but light pink is perfect—not too bright and not boring. Why? You don’t like it?”

“I do. It’s sexy.” He kissed me when I looked up at him, simpering.

Ever since he’d eaten my pussy, I couldn’t stop thinking about it, him, and fucking him. Sex had always been okay for me, maybe having an orgasm or maybe not, but that head Unique had delivered was the shit I read about in books. I used to scoff at the women on TV, squirming and calling out like fools, until I became one that night.

“Thank you.” I felt myself blushing as I lay back against his strong chest that smelled like a rich nigga who could also chop wood. Everything about him had me horny, especially the dick print that felt as if it were right in my face.

“Why you deactivate yo’ shit? I like scrolling through ya photos.”

I smiled, unable to smother it like I wanted to. Peering up at him and taking in the way his beautiful eyes looked against his dark skin, I said, “AJ hacked my shit, and I haven’t been able to get back in it.”

“Bet,” was all he said, and by now, I knew that when Unique said that, it meant he had plans for something or someone.

“No.” I sat up, shaking my head. “You told me your agent said she would drop you if you acted up. And you cannot lose that Wraith role.” I folded my arms as I sat on my feet, facing him.

He laughed cutely, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his wife beater clung to his broad chest and the way his biceps bulged when he folded his arms.

No wonder he had so many shirtless scenes in Dough Boyz . As soon as the thought entered my mind, I thought about that freak bitch Tamira and if that was her idea. Then, I got jealous.

“I just hate how that nigga be moving and go untouched. The nigga fucked around on his wife, yet you got the backlash. He acting like a fucking bitch over not being the lead, and now the rest of the cast gotta deal with his bullshit. Now this. It’s getting real fucking hard for me not to touch that nigga, KK. I hate a nigga like that even had access to you.”

I tried not to smile, but that was difficult when it came to Unique, even though he was serious as hell right now.

“I know.” I took his hand in mine. “But would you rather years from now be able to say you beat AJ’s ass or that you were Wraith in the Night Walker Series.”

“Both.” He smirked when I sucked my teeth.

“Unique, I’m serious. Do not mess up what you have going on for AJ. Ignore him for now, become the next Denzel or whomever you idolize, and then maybe pay someone to handle him.”

“I like doing my own dirty work, but I feel you, love.” He tugged me to him, making me straddle his lap. And with his dick pressed against my pussy, even with clothing in between, I was turned on.

“What you been up to while a nigga was gone?” He moved my hair from my face before his big hands rested on my ass. Good grief. Could he feel my throbbing clit?

“Nothing. Had a talk with my aunt about not giving her any more money and other things, but I think it ended okay.”

“How much you be giving her?”

“In the good days like a couple thousand, but lately, the most would be like one hundred dollars. Sometimes just fifty.”

Unique nodded, glancing off briefly like he was thinking.

“You know you can ask me for anything, right?”

“I already have and too much.”

“Nah, you don’t. I have to force shit on you, give hella explanations for you to take the shit.” Pulling me closer into him so that my breasts were against him, he added lowly, “Don’t hesitate to ask me for anything. I’m yo’ husband, right?”

He was. All I could think about though was how sexy this beautiful black man was and how my nipples brushed against his chest and I was done for.

Unable to hold back looking at him, smelling him, feeling him, I thrust my lips against his. We started off slow, sucking one another’s lips, but once I brushed my hand up under his wife beater to caress his abs, things moved much faster.

His dick bricked up under me in record time as he started to push my thin tank top upward. I let him, only pulling away from his soft lips to get it off. His shirt went next before he put me onto my back to tug off my shorts and thong while sucking my nipples hungrily. Eventually he came back to my lips.

We couldn’t stop kissing as he lay between my legs, with me shoving his sweats and boxers down anxiously. He got up for a beat to completely remove his bottoms, and I almost drooled, watching his chiseled frame dipped in dark chocolate. His pretty eyes zeroed in on me as he got back onto the bed, groaning when he felt the wetness between my legs.

Using the condom he’d retrieved from his sweat’s pocket, he tore it open and began gliding it down his shaft as he kissed me. This, very clearly, wasn’t his first rodeo. I hadn’t had sex since AJ, and AJ wasn’t even close to Unique in size. So my excitement was mixed with a smidgen of anxiety.

“Fuck,” he grumbled when he pressed the head of himself at my opening.

I clung to him as he slipped his strong arms under my legs, locking me in place as he pushed himself deeper inside of me. I whimpered in response as he sucked on my lips, unable to keep quiet himself, which got me even wetter for some reason.

Our tongues tangled as he maneuvered inside of me, going slowly until I accepted him fully. Once he was able to move in and out of me with a little bit of ease, due to how drenched I was, he started to suck on my neck with hunger.

“Oh my gosh.” I cooed, digging my nails into his strong shoulders as his big dick invaded my walls. I felt like he was about to break my pussy with that heavy ass artillery.

It didn’t matter how wet I was; I could feel every inch and every bit of girth as he splashed around inside of me.

His movements were controlled but not slow, as he moved down to take my nipple into his mouth again. A sensation rose in my belly as my moans got louder, and my legs quivered when I came. The pain began subsiding little by little thankfully because he started to pick up the pace a bit, hammering me and making my nectar drip down my ass. I came again, whole body shuddering against his solid one.

I pushed him so he’d get onto his back, and he followed directions. Mounting him backward, I began to ride him as his hands massaged my ass, moaning in ecstasy.

“Damn, love,” he moaned, fingertips digging into my hips as I sped up some, feeling myself on the edge. He spanked me, sending a painful but pleasurable sensation throughout my body.

I bent forward a bit to get more leverage as I bounced up and down on his long dick, and before I knew it, I was paralyzed, raining down on him. He got up and with ease, put my face into the bed, and I arched my back with precision as he started to beat it up.

“Mmm, shit!” I clenched my teeth, gripping my sheets tightly as Unique grunted and moaned while holding my ass cheeks apart. He was so deep he often rendered me silent.

When I came again, he didn’t slow up, spanking me here and there before taking a handful of my hair to go harder. His pumps sped up with quicker intervals, letting me know he was on edge. And moments later, we hit our peak simultaneously.

“Fuck.” He grumbled again, raining kisses down my sweaty back as I did my best to catch my breath.

When I collapsed, he continued kissing down my body before hiking my hips and licking my pussy from the back. I was too worn out to do anything but lie there and take it, biting the sheets as I felt another orgasm tear through me. I had never cum this many times in one session.

Like usual, Unique didn’t care that I came, continuing to feast on me from behind as I felt my nectar dampen my inner thighs and seemingly his whole face. He moaned and groaned like he was in heaven, and since I was, too, I didn’t move a muscle.

“Oh my gosh!” My voice hit an octave I didn’t know it held when I finished for what felt like the hundredth time, and only then did Unique release me from his mouth and tongue lashing.

Coming up from behind me, he slipped his tongue into my mouth as we began to kiss nastily.

“I can only imagine how good that pussy is with no rubber.” He popped me on the ass once our lips parted and stood to remove the condom.

“Maybe you’ll find out one day,” I jested, staring at his fine ass over my shoulder.

“I know I will.” He started to the bathroom. “Get some Kabrina Unique mixes in this fucking world.”

“I don’t know if the world wants that,” I half joked.

“Don’t matter ’cause that’s what I want,” he called from the bathroom, and I shook my head at how hard that sentence made me smile.

He returned shortly after to clean me up, before we decided to just shower together, which, of course, turned into me sucking his dick and a round two. After that, we lay down together, ordered late night Chinese, ate in bed, went for round three, then passed out.

* * *

THE NEXT MORNING…

I woke up to see that I was in the bed alone but saw my phone in the space Unique once was. Grabbing it to see if he let me know why he wasn’t here, I saw a text.

Nique: Had a table read this morning but should be about done when you see this. Text me if you want some food or whatever or I can take my wife out.

Nique: I’m thinking out. I’m tired of yo’ ass trying to hide a nigga. We need to be in public, holding hands and shit. ASAP, KK.

Nique: I’m tired of you doing me like this. Yo’ pussy too good for that player shit, love.

I was cracking up the more I read and about to text him back until my Aunt Bell burst through, and I accidentally hit the green answer button.

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 thought you couldn’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.”