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ON SET… DOUGH BOYZ, SEASON SIX…

“Wow. There he is.” Kabrina smiled as I looked myself over in the mirror.

We were in my fly ass trailer on the set of Dough Boyz, and though Kabrina wasn’t a part of the crew with this one, I liked having her with me.

True enough, we didn’t separate much at all, but I actually liked that shit. Lately, if we had to part ways, I found some way for us not to actually do so.

“What you mean?” I chuckled.

“Denim Davis.” She folded her arms, smirking. “You look kind of different as him.”

Getting close to her and slipping my arms around her waist, I smirked, saying, “So you wouldn’t fuck with me?”

“I would. But I like Unique Compton better.”

“As you should.” I kissed her, just as someone started banging on the door of my trailer.

Before I could even go see who the fuck it was and check their asses, the door flew open, and AJ stormed in with one of the PAs, Renee, on his heels.

“Mr. Jared, you need to get to wardrobe!” she shouted from behind him, looking to me like she wanted help. “You were already late and?—”

“You think I don’t know you set me up, nigga!” AJ roared, and I knew exactly what he was talking about.

Asif had hit me the night of, saying he had eyes on the nigga, and if it was cool to enact the plan now. I agreed, so he had Low and Free handle him like I’d wanted. Had Asif done it, he would’ve had ironclad proof that I was behind the shit, but because it was Low and Free, he had an inkling and nothing more.

“Nigga, you tripping. You take ya meds?” I fucked with him, frowning as if I were concerned.

“Nigga, fuck you!” He barked and it took a lot for me not to slump his ass. His eyes then focused on Kabrina as if he’d just realized she was there. I’d put her behind me as soon as this nigga entered. “You married this nigga?” He pointed at me, eyes glistening like the pussy nigga he was.

“Mr. Jared?—”

“Shup up, bitch!” AJ roared loudly as fuck in Renee’s face, making her jump back. “Kabrina, you married this nigga!” He whipped back around to face us both.

“Aye, watch yo’ muthafuckin’ tone, nigga.” I closed the space between us, staring down at him a bit since I had a few inches on him. “Yeah, she married me. Fuck you ’bout to do?”

We had a staring contest for a bit before his eyes went down to see her hand interlocked with mine.

Stepping back from me and a bit to the side to see her better, he pleaded, “Baby, I love you. I want you—us.” He palmed his B-Cups. “I left Zosia. I never loved her. I only did what I had to do to get to where I am now. But I swear to God it’s always only been you.” As he talked, I looked down at Kabrina to see if his words had any effect on her at all. Thank God she appeared unmoved because I already knew I would crash the fuck out if she even pondered leaving to be with that nigga. “You don’t love this nigga. I know you don’t. You love me just like I love you, baby.” He sniffled. “Come back, and I swear it’s gon’ be better than before ’cause I ain’t got a wife back home to worry about.”

“I’m good. I’m with who I want.” She gripped my hand tightly. “And I loved you when I didn’t know any better. But I have better, so I could never downgrade.” She shrugged. “Sorry.”

Smirking at her dig, I kissed her. I didn’t even realize it looked braggadocios until Renee gasped.

“You stupid bitch!” AJ bellowed, charging toward Kabrina.

Wasting no time, I decked his ass hard as fuck, making his back hit the fridge installed in here and slide down it. When he didn’t move, I noticed I’d knocked his ass out.

“Oh. My. Gosh.” Renee exhaled before taking her walkie off her hip to call for assistance as she left the trailer in haste.

Staring down at him, I said, “After the season wraps, or at least after his episodes do, he gotta go.”

“You don’t think we can just ignore him?” Kabrina quizzed.

Shaking my head with my eyes still on him, I replied, “Nah. He hate me too much, and he love you too much.”

The medical team on set rushed in my trailer seconds later to grab up AJ and take him out to, I guess, wake his ass up or something. I wasn’t too fucking sure.

“Oh…” Tamira froze when she walked in, bypassing one of the niggas on the medical staff. “I didn’t know you had company.”

“Wife goes everywhere I do,” I said, and I could feel Kabrina watching Tamira.

“I… see. Um, I just came to tell you to keep this altercation a secret. We don’t want the network finding out we have all these issues. After Ramonté and his drinking, we don’t want to look problematic behind the scenes,” Tamira explained, and the whole time she kept darting her eyes to Kabrina, us holding hands, and the way my lady hugged my arm.

“I got you.” I nodded, and when she didn’t move, I lifted my brows asking, “Anything else?”

“Oh, nope.” She shook her head. “They’re gonna just shoot your scenes that aren’t with AJ to give him time to come to and get ready.”

“Aight,” I responded as she hurried out, letting the door to my trailer slam.

“Wonder what the network would think of her freaky ass?” Kabrina let me go and hiked a brow in disdain.

“KK, chill out.” I sat down and brought her into my lap. “That’s done now that I got you. I don’t want you making a big deal out of that shit. Not right now.” I kissed her shoulder as she looked down into my face.

“Fine. Ugh.” She huffed.

“Get up so ya man can work and then put something in ya stomach after.” I tapped her thigh, causing her to stand.

“You talking about food or a baby?”

“Nah, just this dick, love. But the baby’ll work too.” I winked as she playfully rolled her eyes, simpering as I exited the trailer.

HOURS LATER…

Kabrina thugged it out and stayed the entire time I filmed without complaint. I spent as much time as I could with her in between takes and shit, and we’d even gotten in a quickie since AJ was taking forever to come out and film the scenes we had together.

His stupid ass ruined the whole dynamic of our characters because he could barely wipe his hate for me off of his face long enough to get through each scene. If people didn’t know about me being married to Kabrina, they would still be able to figure out that something wasn’t fucking right just by AJ’s demeanor on screen alone.

“I swear I love your house, even though I don’t know how many bitches have been here,” Kabrina said as we lay in my big ass bed, fresh from the shower.

“Not as many as you think, baby. And especially not in my fucking bed.”

“You had two girlfriends, Unique, no way this bed went untouched.” Her lip curled in disgust as I brought her closer to me, wanting to smell her hair and scent. Somehow, that shit had a calming effect over a nigga.

“Yeah, but they had their own rooms. It was rare we did shit in here. I usually went to their room, did what we did, and that was that. Kind of became an unspoken rule that when I was in my bedroom, it meant I ain’t wanna be bothered.”

“Sucks for you that that rule is no longer, huh?” She threw her leg across me just as a loud thump startled us both. “What the fuck was that?” Her eyes widened.

“Hold on.” I put my finger to my lips to tell her to be quiet.

We both listened intently, but no sound was made again. However, that wasn’t enough for me to go back to what the fuck I was doing, so I threw my feet off the side of the bed, then grabbed my heat from my nightstand drawer. I checked to make sure the shit was loaded before I ascended.

“Wait, what is it?” Kabrina quizzed, watching me in the dark bedroom. I could still see that she was scared as fuck.

“I don’t know, but I know I heard some shit, so I’m ’bout to see.”

The sound had come from above, but since we were on the highest floor, the shit confused me. As I pondered on what the fuck it could be, Kabrina came out into the hallway just above the stairs.

“I’m scared. Let me come,” she stated softly just as I was about to tell her ass to get back in the room.

Unable to turn her down when she sounded like that and looked like that, I waved for her to come closer. “Stay quiet though. Aight, love?” I kissed the top of her head as she nodded.

After gesturing for her to grab onto the back of my shirt, we crept to the room that used to belong to Aurora where I yanked on the string to the attic.

Aside from my baby looking scared as fuck, the only reason I let her ass come was because I felt like it was possibly a possum or rat that had gotten into my attic, and that shit was harmless.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“I think it’s a rat or some shit,” I said, and before I finished, Kabrina jumped back from me like I was the fucking rat.

“Told yo’ ass to stay back, but now you here, so get the rope.”

“Rope?”

“They usually about the size of a dog, so…” I couldn’t even finish my lie because Kabrina looked like she was about to have a heart attack, and the shit had me cracking up.

However, my joke ended abruptly when I heard the noise again, making me step onto the chaise and peer up inside. When I saw Aurora seated with her knees up, eyes wide like she was actually a fucking possum or rat, I just stared in dis-fucking-belief.

“Hi,” she spoke softly, half-chewed chips in her mouth.

“What the fuck is you doing in my attic?” I snapped, finally finding some fucking words.

“Who is it?” Kabrina questioned from down below.

“Bring yo’ ass!” I barked, making Aurora jump before she rolled the chips back up and clipped them. “Grab them fucking chips! Fuck you saving ’em for like you coming back!”

She hurriedly did as I said, and once I came from out of the attic, so did she, shocking Kabrina’s ass like she did me earlier.

“Sorry, I?—”

“How fucking long you been up there?” I glared down at her stupid ass.

“Couple days.”

“Oh my gosh.” Kabrina laughed, but it was lacking mirth.

When Aurora saw the puzzled ass look on my face, she said, “I wanted to talk to you, but you’ve been bringing her home, so I had to hide until y’all left in the morning. I know you check the whole house before you lay down for bed, and I couldn’t risk being caught. I was just waiting for the day that you came home without her.” She shot Kabrina a look.

“I can’t make this shit up,” I mumbled. “You gotta get the fuck out.”

“Okay, but can I have some extra money? The apartment I chose is out of my budget and?—”

“You should’ve chosen some shit that was in ya budget, knowing I was only paying first and last.” I waved toward the bedroom door using my gun and said, “Let’s go.”

I mouthed to Kabrina that a nigga was sorry, and she just nodded before padding out of the room and going back down the hall.

“Unique, just let me talk to you?—”

“Nothing to talk about. And give me my damn key,” I said once we got outside.

While she fished for the shit, I finally located her car parked across the street and down a few houses.

“You are so fucked up.” She began whimpering. “Talking about you care about me and would be sad if I died, but look how you do me. Does she know you told me that?”

Frowning, I said, “I don’t think she’d give a fuck. But most normal, non-sociopathic muthafuckas care when they think someone they know or was cool with has died. Ain’t no way you took that shit to mean I was still fucking with you.” I accepted my key that she pressed roughly into my damn hand. “Don’t come back, or I’m gon’ call Daisy on yo’ stupid ass,” I stated to her back, shaking my damn head still.

Once I was sure that Aurora was gone, I ventured back inside and up to my bedroom, putting the safety back on my heat before slipping it back into the drawer.

Kabrina was lying down on her phone, but when I came back from taking a piss and washing my hands, she put the shit away.

As soon as I got in the bed with her, she said, “I don’t think I could ever live here. It’s going to be hard enough to spend the night.”

Wrapping my arm around her and bringing her in, I responded, “I promise nothing like that will ever happen again, but I also get it. Can’t really blame you on that one, love.” I moved her hair from her face as she looked up at me.

“I like how you never debate me on what I feel,” she said, leaning up to kiss me gently.

“Moms taught me a while ago you can’t argue with muthafuckas on how they feel or perceive shit. You can only state what you mean or meant or what you trying to do.”

“I can’t wait to meet her. She sounds dope.”

“She is.” I smirked. “Should’ve went to the Olympics for belted ass whuppings, but I still love her.”

Kabrina chuckled. “I don’t know how I feel about you meeting my family, but we will see how it goes.”

“You the only child—excluding ya half siblings I know. You got cousins?”

“Nope. My mom was the only one of her sisters to have a kid. So it’s just me. But my aunts have a lot of friends and cousins, so that’s pretty much my family.”

“Damn.”

“Lonely childhood. I know. I would’ve loved to have siblings like you had.”

“Well, all my brothers are married, so you’ll have some sisters over there. They all cool too. No clique type shit,” I assured her, loving the excited look on her face.

I’d be ready to murk anybody who had the audacity to be mean to this girl right here.

“I’m real excited now.”

“Good.” I got more comfortable, turning some to look into her pretty eyes. “When you get ready to live together, we can get some new shit. I can sell this one. I bought it outright.”

“You shouldn’t have to sell it for me.”

“I should. But it ain’t only for you. This is my first home and too modest for the money I’m about to come into. At the time, I just wanted something nice, spacious, and mine, but I always planned to get something greater once my career and funds allowed the shit.”

“You always act like you’re broke. How much do you make an episode?”

“About five hundred thousand now. So around six million plus per season.”

“That’s a lot, Unique.”

“It is but it ain’t. Take into account that if the show gets cancelled, I have no job; the cost of my lifestyle, especially with a new wife, and things like production getting put on hold at random times, it can run out fast. That’s why I save as much as I can. I wanna get to the point where my money is too long for even my great grandkids to blow.”

“You’re smarter than you look.”

“Damn.”

Giggling, she said, “Men as sexy as you have to be dumb and bad in bed. Otherwise, it’s not fair. But you,” she caressed my beard, “have it all.”

“I do?” My mind was elsewhere as she mounted me, pulling off her night shirt.

“Mhm.” She nodded, pulling my already hard dick from my boxers, lifting up slightly, and doing her best to sit on it.

She worked her way down eventually, whimpering once I was all the way inside.

* * *

“How you doing, Pop?” I grinned, stepping down into the den as Prime studied the pool table.

“I’m shocked to see yo’ ass. Seems like you been avoiding me.” He hit the ball, then set the stick down, waving for me to come sit down at the bar within the den.

“Ain’t gon’ even front—I have been,” I admitted as he slid me a soda.

Once I let it be known I was gon’ be living an alternative lifestyle, I began avoiding Prime’s ass like the plague. He called a nigga often and did whatever he could to have a private conversation with my ass, but I didn’t wanna hear it.

I knew what he was gon’ say, and at the time, it was all bullshit I didn’t feel applied to me. I wasn’t a one-woman man and wasn’t gon’ be forced into the shit—or so I thought because God had other plans and that was checking me off the love’s most wanted list.

“So why you here now?” He put the bottle to his mouth and sipped, looking me over skeptically. I could tell he was a little bit peeved, and I couldn’t blame him.

“’Cause shit has changed, but also because I ain’t so against hearing what you got to say.” I drank my own drink. “Plus, I forgot Sif is yo’ damn clone, and the nigga was on my head.”

Prime’s stoic demeanor shed at the mention of his son, causing his face to split into a grin accompanied by some laughter.

“Sif gon’ always keep shit a buck.” He shook his head with a smirk like he was recalling a time it’d happened.

“What you said—hating ass nigga,” I jested. “And the way he do it be having you feeling dumb than a muthafucka but he say the shit too respectfully for you to blow up on his ass. Only nigga I know that can tell you, you acting like a bitch and have you agreeing,” I added, causing Prime to toss his head back and laugh heartily. “But anyway,” I stared at my soda bottle on the bar for a beat, “I wanna apologize for dodging you. That ain’t the man you raised me to be. You taught us to face shit head-on, and that’s what I should’ve done. If I believed in what I was doing like I claimed, it would’ve been no issue dealing with others’ thoughts and opinions.”

“Exactly.” Prime nodded. “But you knew you wasn’t going about the shit the right way. You was playing. It’s actually people that live that way but you still date one woman at a time and you date to marry. You was on some other shit.” He took another sip. “What changed?”

“I’m surprised them brothers of mine ain’t tell you, but then again, I’m not.” I exhaled. “I got married to a perfect ass girl named Kabrina in Vegas on accident, and after the shit happened, it was like I felt responsible for her. Wasn’t no woman that was my wife was gon’ be struggling or needing shit—nah, not while I’m her husband. And… it just went from there. First time we actually kicked it, post-marriage, I couldn’t stop thinking about being with her for real.”

“Can’t be,” Prime stated sarcastically.

“I know.” I laughed. “I used to argue you down that ain’t no way you’d know after kicking it once, but you was right.”

“Now look at yo’ ass. Told you soon as I seen ya mama telling me she ain’t have my money, I knew it was a wrap.”

We guffawed in unison as I nodded, remembering him saying that shit.

“Well, I can definitely say you was right about that.”

“So you staying married to her, huh?”

“I think so.” I nodded. “I mean, I want to, but it’s up to her.”

“How them other ones take it? They was possessive as fuck of you.”

Sighing, I said, “Not too good. Actually, the feistier one is taking it better than the meek one. The other night, Aurora, the meeker one, was in my got damn attic.” Prime almost spit his soda out. “Yes. In my damn attic, eating my fucking chips like a big overgrown rat or some shit. Had the nerve to clip ’em up like she was coming back after I caught her.”

Prime cackled, saying, “Shit, it’s hard enough getting rid of one woman. I can only imagine two.”

“Well, I ain’t heard from Daisy, so I think she good. I’m hoping Aurora gets on the same wavelength. Kabrina don’t even wanna stay at a nigga crib no more.”

“Can’t blame her ass.”

“I don’t.”

“When you bringing her by?”

“Pretty soon. Waiting to be sure everybody in town when I do.”

Finishing his soda, he smiled and said, “So you and her started kind of like me and ya mama.”

“I ain’t even notice that shit, but yep. So she can’t be mad we married already.” I put the cap on my empty bottle. “Any tips?”

“Only tip I got is, if she still married to you when she don’t have to be, you got her, young nigga.”