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Nique: You got the same email?

I sent him a yes, then asked why he needed it. But moments after I hit send, he was ringing my doorbell.

Padding to the door, I double-checked to be sure it was him and then opened it, unable to contain my smile like always. I could never pretend I wasn’t happy to see his ass, and it irked me, but only a little bit.

“Hi.” I simpered, standing on my tiptoes and hugging his neck as much as I could due to his height.

“Hi,” he replied a bit more salaciously as he scooped me up by my ass, carrying me further into the studio.

My phone chimed in my hand, making me pick it up to look at the screen as Unique sucked on my neck while massaging my ass, turning me on.

“Wait,” I whimpered, unable to concentrate on the email I’d just gotten. I had to be reading that shit wrong for several reasons.

“Oh, you got it.” He put me down, smirking before going to grab a soda from my fridge as I fell onto the edge of my bed to read the shit for the fourth time.

Well, I restarted it for the fourth time because it was a lengthy email, but the top portion of it was confusing me.

Suddenly, I processed what Unique had just said, making me look up to see his fine, tall ass leaning against my bar holding a soda.

“Got what?” I questioned.

“The email, woman. The one about you working on the set of The Players .”

“Yeah, I did, but… how?” I felt my brows dip. I knew it was the movie Unique had just been casted for, but I’d never known actors to have this kind of pull, so I didn’t immediately suspect it was his doing.

“Me. Told my agent to tell the producer I wouldn’t come onto the project unless they hired you,” he replied as I read the rest of the message, taking in the pay.

“Oh my gosh. This says eighty dollars an hour, but they’re open to negotiations. Six days a week…” I trailed off, reading the rest of the job details as Unique came and sat next to me.

“What you think? I don’t know too much about how or what the fuck you get paid, but I told Audrey to look into it and make sure you get a good ass offer.”

“This is more than a good offer.” I finally locked my device and turned to look over at him, shaking my head a little.

Today had been an amazing day, especially because I found an email from punk ass AJ giving me my credentials to my socials, which I promptly logged in and changed.

“What?”

“I don’t want you to think I like you or love being with you because of how much you help me?—”

“I don’t. Look at me.” He gulped some more of his soda as I sucked my teeth.

“I also don’t want you thinking I’m only after your looks and sex.”

“I’d be fine with that shit though. Use a nigga.”

“Unique, shut up.” I smirked, rolling my eyes playfully. Taking his free hand, I said, “Thank you. If I get a little flustered, it’s just because I’m not used to someone being so invested in me,” I admitted just before he kissed me, making me grip his bearded chin so he could kiss me again. “AJ got me an apartment and gifts here and there but it was just something he used to show off. You invest in me as a person, and I just… I don’t know how to process it. You didn’t have to or need to do this though.”

“I did. A nigga hate seeing you sad or talking like you can’t ever do what you love. And since I can’t put that muthafucka in the dirt, the least I can do is make shit happen.”

“You definitely do that. That’s the first thing I noticed about you.”

From the moment he and I woke up in that hotel together, Unique had been handling business for me and I think it turned me on because I didn’t know many men like that.

Pulling me into his lap so that I was straddling him, he asked, “Plus, I’m yo’ man, right? Part of my job is making sure you good. You not ’bout to be my wife and unhappy as fuck.”

I smiled, hugging his neck just before we started to kiss slowly and intentionally. We began to peel one another’s clothes off in the same manner, until we were completely naked and back in the same position.

Unique lifted me only slightly before bringing me down onto the head of his thick dick, causing me to hug his neck tighter at the feeling of him stretching me. Putting my legs in the nooks of his arms, he controlled my movements, taking it extra slow while sucking on my nipples.

Every stroke tickled my clit, causing me to whimper softly while his deep voice groaned against my skin, sending even more vibrations down between my legs.

I didn’t think I was used to his size yet, but I didn’t care. I just clung to his built frame, letting him have his way because he deserved it.

At the same time that I came, he was able to easily glide in and out of me, so he sped up, tearing my ass up. Our lips were back together as we kissed hungrily and passionately, moaning when the sensation became overwhelming.

“Fuck,” I called out, digging my nails into him as he started to pound my pussy, making my whole frame gyrate as I finished on him.

The pain mixed with pleasure had become my new addiction.

“KK,” he moaned against my mouth, sucking my bottom lip. “I can usually last a lil minute, love, but this pussy ain’t playing fair.”

I wanted to smile, but with the way he was fucking me up, I could only moan and snivel in response, my lips still against his as he grumbled in ecstasy.

“Mmm,” I cooed, voice shaking as he brought me to the edge again. I had his whole lap soaked by this point.

“I’m ’bout to nut,” he announced.

“Let me up,” I commanded, and though I could tell he didn’t want to, he did.

Climbing off his lap, I took him into my mouth, causing Unique to let out a throaty moan.

Relaxing my throat and doing nothing to stop my flow of saliva, I took him in deeply and sloppily as his big hands moved through my hair. When he gripped the crown super tightly, I went harder, taking him in as much as I could and providing extra suction when I got to the tip of him, all while massaging his balls.

Not but half a minute later, maybe less, he was finishing inside of my mouth. I wasted no time swallowing every drop before slowly sucking whatever else was left from him.

He fell back onto the bed out of exhaustion as I grinned, wiping the remnants of saliva from my mouth as I mounted him.

Spanking my ass and grabbing at it to calm the sting of pain, he bit down on his lip and said, “Come sit on my face.”

I didn’t argue as I climbed up his tall frame and did just that. After bringing me to three orgasms in that position, we took our shower, brushed, flossed, and used mouthwash, then climbed into my bed, void of any clothing.

“What are you doing?” I quizzed when he reached over to dig in his bag sitting by my bed.

“Got something for you.” He retrieved it and lay back down so that I could use his hard chest as a pillow. I noticed it was a velvet box, which he opened to display a beautiful diamond ring. “Think it’s time you wear these.”

When he said these, I noticed a diamond band sitting behind the ring.

“Aren’t people going to notice?”

“I hope so.” His brows kissed. “I wanna start telling people.”

“Oh.” I glanced off momentarily. “It’s nothing wrong with that. It’s just… I haven’t gotten over the backlash from the shit with AJ and Zosia, so?—”

“I don’t mean muthafuckas we don’t know, love. I’m referring to my parents, telling my brothers this marriage shit is real and not just an accident a nigga is trying to rectify. Yo’ aunt and whoever else is important in ya life.”

“Oh, okay.” I smiled.

“Eventually, it’ll be the muthafuckas we don’t know like the public because I’m gon’ take you out, bring you places, shit like that, but I ain’t tone deaf, so I wouldn’t dare try to be loud about this shit knowing people still think you was a fucking side chick.”

Hearing his words relaxed me. I just knew I was going to have to find a way to explain exactly that without him getting offended. So to know he already understood put me at ease.

“That sounds perfect.” I nuzzled back up to him, allowing him to slip the beautiful diamonds onto my finger. “So it’s just your six brothers you have to tell.”

“Nah, my baby sister who don’t act like a baby sister—Banks—and then my mother and father. He’s my stepfather, but that’s irrelevant.”

Turning to look up in his face that was being illuminated by the TV in my otherwise dark studio, I asked, “I won’t meet your biological father?”

He kept his eyes on the TV and said, “Nah. He and my mother broke up when I was seven. He was in and out for about a year, and then once she remarried, he was like fuck it.”

“Fuck it as in… stopped being your dad?”

“Exactly. Not just with me, though, with the other five too. Sif and Banks are from my stepfather, but only Banks and the six of us share a mother. That ain’t confusing, is it?” He smiled, but I could tell the subject was heavy for him.

“Nope, I get it. Asif is your stepbrother, Banks is your half-sister and Asif’s as well.”

“You smart.” He nodded. “I don’t see them as step or half though.”

“That’s good.” I smiled. “Why did your parents divorce? You’d think after six kids they’d wanna stick it out.”

“Real shit. But he was homosexual, and she wasn’t about to deal with that no matter what he promised.”

“A homosexual and he made six kids!” I exclaimed.

That was scary as hell. I was sure most women would feel secure with their man being straight for sure after birthing that many children. So to know a nigga could put six in you and still be gay was crazy work.

“He and my mother grew up in strict Christian families, so when she got pregnant with Khari, they made them get married. Then I think the nigga felt pressured to continue to be straight and live a straight life. And people ain’t gon’ ask questions if you married and ya wife is having a baby every two years.”

“Nope, they won’t.” I thought on it. I would’ve never guessed that was Unique’s background. “Is that the age difference between you guys?”

“Yeah. Two years each.” He nodded.

“You’re the baby, I’m guessing?”

“I am. Well, me and Banks.” He half smiled, and he was so cute I had to lean up and kiss him a few times.

“I wish I had siblings.”

“Yeah, it’s good and bad—more good though. You always got people in yo’ corner. You never bored.” He chuckled subtly. “You gon’ know how to fight ’cause you gon’ have to fight them niggas.”

“So what’s the bad?”

“Not bad, necessarily, but people always compare you. I mean, I look better than them niggas, but I’m not as successful, and I ain’t as rich.” He eyed me.

It was crazy to me that a man who looked like this and did so well for himself, could have even one insecurity.

“Not yet .”

“You right, not yet. I be telling them niggas I can’t kick it every other weekend. Y’all spend too much fucking money.”

I laughed, intrigued by all of this. “I mean, you’re far from broke, so I can only imagine what too much money is.”

“Shit, a lot. We rarely go to the club and shit, especially ’cause them niggas is fathers and husbands now. But last time we went, bill was thirty grand. Me and them niggas have never argued as long as we did that night, ’cause I didn’t get what the fuck was even bought or ordered for that type of shit.

“Then we almost jumped the club owner, thinking he was trying to play us and… it was just a crazy ass night.”

“That is wild.” I bucked my eyes, laughing as Unique shook his head at the memory. “So who paid?”

“We all paid, just split the shit up, so like four thousand and some change a piece.”

“Yeah, I agree. That’s too much.” I caressed his hardened abs, thinking about going for another round. I couldn’t stay off his dick. It was so big, thick, and perfect. I caught a glimpse of my ring as I rubbed on him, and it made me smile. “Does being compared bother you?”

“When I was younger it did but now, not so much I guess.” He shrugged and stared off like he was thinking.

“Well, I think you’re amazing.” I pressed my chin into his chest to look at his beautiful face.

“I know.” He half smiled and when I playfully scoffed he said, “I don’t mean it in a cocky ass way. I know you think I’m amazing and I love that shit. You know shit about me a lot of muthafuckas don’t and you still make a nigga feel like he it.” He moved my hair back, taking me in with those pretty eyes. I don’t gotta be the richest, handsomest, or toughest nigga in the room for you to fuck with me.”

“You don’t,” I said, though Unique was possibly the finest nigga I’d ever run across, was a millionaire, and was six feet four inches of chiseled muscle. How he didn’t know he actually was the finest, richest, and toughest in the room most of the time was kind of crazy. We kissed before I said, “Since we’re telling families, mine is having a barbecue next month, family reunion thing, so maybe you should come.”

“I can do that.” I saw his face brighten, so I knew my suggestion made him happy.

“Thank you for this ring, baby.” I stared at it again, stretching my hand out to take it in.

“Thank you for accidentally marrying a nigga.” He leaned over, kissing me slowly.

“You’re welcome.” I cooed, biting my lip as he spread my legs with one hand and climbed in between them.

Placing my legs on his shoulders, he entered me slowly, and for the first time tonight, I realized we hadn’t used a condom all day.

* * *

Today was my first day on the set of The Players, and I couldn’t have been more excited. I’d never done makeup for a film, but I did a lot of research from the time I got the email to be sure I knew something .

I was amazing at what I did, so by saying that, I could adapt to new styles, trends, or other fields pretty easily, so long as I wasn’t doing anything with special effects.

“Welcome, Kabrina.” A white woman with pretty, blonde hair approached. “I’m Destiny, and I’m kind of like your assistant. I work on set, but anything you need specifically, just let me know.”

“Okay. Thank you.” I took the bag she handed me.

“That has your badge, walkie, and everything else you need.” She walked fast as hell, and it was hard to keep up in heels. “Let me show you to your area and then your private room.”

Destiny did just that, then let me know I could chill for a bit until it was time to meet the cast and then the other makeup artists.

A knock sounded off, and before I could say a word, Unique came in.

“Damn, boss.” He scoured the private room with his eyes as he approached me, making me stand. His hands gravitated to my ass as I giggled.

“Uh uh.” I shook my head, moving his hands from my ass and trying to pry his heavenly mouth from my neck.

“I’ll be quick. I ain’t worked up my fucking stamina yet when it come to you. You know that.” He kissed me, then trailed his mouth back to my neck, making me moan a little bit. “Real shit, KK, I want some pussy.” He got serious.

I felt my resolve melting, but thank God Destiny knocked on the door and came in. Unfortunately, Unique didn’t stop.

“Oh, I can come back.” She shielded her eyes.

“Yeah, come back,” Unique called out.

“No, Destiny. I’m ready.” I peeled his arms off me. More like he let me, because he was too strong for me to do that.

I laughed at his groaning and shit talking as I made my way toward Destiny, who I could see was a bit on edge, not knowing if Unique was seriously upset and gonna get her fired somehow.

“Really, I can come back,” she said, confirming my suspicions.

“No. I promise it’s fine, and he’s fine.” I nudged him, but he just held the door open for us both, begrudgingly gesturing for us to leave out.

Destiny introduced me to the cast, both men and women. Then I was given a sheet to go over so I could know what look to provide for the ladies. The men were simple touch-ups to mask any blemishes or anything that would distract the viewer while the women needed actual looks.

“Hi, I’m Johnnie. I don’t think we’ve met.” A pretty girl walked up, and I recognized her name from the sheet I was looking at.

“No, we didn’t.” I smiled.

“Sorry I was late. I had another job on the other side of town.” She sat down in the chair near my vanity.

“I see. Well, nice to meet you. I’m Kabrina, so I’m gonna be doing your makeup for certain scenes.”

“Oh, okay! You look like you do good makeup, so I’m excited!” She beamed just as Unique approached.

“’Bout to do a quick read-through.” He kissed me and then nodded to Johnnie who watched the entire thing with her lips parted.

“Are you with Unique?” Her brows dipped, and I noticed her sizing me up. I then also remembered she would be Unique’s love interest in the movie.

“I am.” I nodded.

“Hmph.” She looked in the mirror, fluffing her tattered weave. No way she’d just come from another job unless it was a damn fight scene. “You’re a strong woman to have a man that looks like that and has to have sensual scenes with other women.”

I nodded, reminding myself I needed to stay professional, especially since my man’s neck was on the line.

“I mean, I am strong, but I’m not insecure. It’s a job for him.”

“Yeah, I’m sure Jennifer Aniston thought the same thing about Mr. & Mrs. Smith .” She giggled, relaxing into the chair while eying me like I was a child who knew nothing. “It’s not uncommon for costars to fall for each other, and Unique and I will be working very closely for the next few months.” She leaned in like she had a secret and continued. “Not sure if you know this, but our storyline is that we bond over sex and realize we actually like one another.” She lifted her brows joyfully.

Whispering back, I said, “Well I hope you enjoy being in that fantasy because I can assure you that it will never come to fruition. Keep it up and I’ll have your whole face on fire while you film every scene.” I winked and then turned to walk back to my private room where I stayed until it was time for me to work.

Since it was the first day of shooting, the day ended at ten hours to which Unique claimed was a short one. Though I’d dated an actor before, AJ and I didn’t discuss his career much, so I didn’t know what was a long or short day. He’d just tell me he was on set or bring me on set periodically, but nothing more.

“What we gon’ eat? We all the way out here where all the fancy shit is.” Unique licked his lips as he glanced over at me while I rode in the passenger seat.

“Anything you want. I just like being with you,” I admitted, truthfully. I could feel myself becoming attached to him and this quickly.

He was quiet, but I felt him look over at me. “I like that. I love being around yo’ ass too, but I think you know that shit by now since a nigga was popping up on you constantly.”

“True.” I laughed as Unique eyed the dark streets of Los Angeles, looking for an interesting eatery. “Your love interest, Riley,” I used her character name, “seems to think you guys are gonna fall in love on set.”

Unique laughed in that deep voice of his, and I didn’t know how to take that.

Initially, when Johnnie made the comments, I thought nothing of it, but once it settled in, I knew she was right. Plenty of actors fell in love on set, and them being married or in a relationship didn’t matter or stop shit.

I didn’t think Unique would actually go for that because he just didn’t come off as a man that easily fell in love or anything like it, but he was a natural flirt. He flirted with women he didn’t even find attractive or appealing because it was just in his nature, and that irked me.

He hadn’t done it much since we’d been pretty much locked in, but he smiled a little bit too much for me at waitresses and things. I didn’t think he understood he was too handsome for shit like that to go unnoticed or be brushed off by the average woman.

When he noticed I wasn’t laughing, too, nor amused, he asked, “I know you don’t believe that shit, do you?”

“I mean, it does happen.”

“Yeah, same way muthafuckas who work at Burger King together can fall in love, KK.”

“No, because the people at Burger King are making food. You guys will be kissing, touching, spending time together,” I listed.

“I ain’t gon’ lie, love. People do fall in love or fuck around while they film. I don’ seen it on every gig I’ve had.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m just being honest, love. It ain’t just the actors though. I don’ witnessed actors start fucking on PAs, camera men, shit, even the makeup artists.” He looked to me and winked, and I could only scoff so I wouldn’t smile back. “But I’m a different type of nigga.” He got serious. “It takes more than spending time, having pretend sex, and kissing to make me fall in love. It especially takes a lot more than that shit to make me leave something that I gave up having two women at the same time for.” He glanced at me again. “I care too much about my career, my reputation, and you to be fucking on Johnnie. And she not my type in the least.”

“Neither was I.”

“You pretty as fuck, smart, funny, got good ass conversation, nice body, wet pussy—that’s exactly my type. But what I mean is her personality. She talk too fucking much, she like to put on airs on some fake-it-to-make-it-type shit, her lipstick is never completely covering her lips, and plenty of other things. Whether I was with you or not, it wouldn’t be her. But since I am, it won’t be her or any fucking body else.”

I laughed at the lipstick comment. The things men noticed would mortify most women.

“Good.” I tried not to smile or blush, but I felt the heat in my cheeks and butterflies in my stomach.

“This type of shit ain’t gon’ bother you, is it, baby?”

“You having to play in movies with pretty girls?”

“In a sense.”

I thought on it for a moment, then replied, “I guess it depends on how you handle it and go about things.”

I kept it real. I didn’t want to say no because I knew myself, and even worse, I’d never felt like I did right now about any man. The thought of Unique bonding with another woman while on and off camera made my stomach turn. Not only because I had feelings for him but because I’d gotten to know the type of man he was, and if his head turned, it wouldn’t just be because she was cute. It would be because they shared something like he and I do.

“I can respect that. I would love to have you with me whenever I go, but if you are or not, I ain’t gon’ be doing shit.”

“Better not.” I lightly tapped the back of his head as he pulled into the restaurant.

“Nah.” He parked. “Last thing I want is my dream job to come in between me and my dream girl.”

“Oh my gosh.” I chuckled. “That was so corny.”

“Did it work?”

“Little bit,” I admitted before he leaned over to kiss me.

“But just so you know, I had Audrey put a no-kissing clause in any future contracts which started with The Players .”

“What? Why? And what does that mean?”

“Because I’m married, and I wanna be respectful, love. And it means that I won’t actually be kissing any love interests. They got enough shit these days to make it look passable, or they’ll cut the scene before our lips touch. All kinds of shit.”

I tried not to smile, but it was hard. Unique caught it and sucked his teeth.

“What?” I giggled.

“Don’t act like you not happy ’bout that shit, KK.”

“I am. I’m sorry.” I sighed out of relief. “That won’t make you lose a role, will it?”

“Doubt it. It’s a common clause, like the nudity one.”

“Okay, good.” I beamed at him, making him lean over to kiss me again.

Hopping out, he came around to assist me from the car before taking my hand in his.

“My house is clean now, by the way.” He gave me a closed mouth smile with his fine ass. “So if you wanna stay the night after this…”

“Okay.” I kept a lid on my excitement. I didn’t know why simple shit like spending the night with him had me overjoyed. “And whenever you wanna tell the world we married, we can.”

At first, I wanted to keep it a secret, scared of more ridicule for marrying my married ex’s co-star, but being with Unique made me not give a fuck.

“You sure?” He opened the door of the restaurant for me.

“I am.”

“I’ll do it. You ain’t gotta say nothing.” Leaning down to kiss me just as we approached the hostess stand, he whispered, “I got you.”