Page 133 of Love's Most Wanted

“Oh my gosh. Baby, I am so sorry?—”

“I’m not telling you this so we can talk about me. I’m telling you this shit so you’ll know this is the last bit of noise that muthafucka AJ is gon’ make.” He gave me a knowing look. “He got two more episodes to film before he’s done, and after that, he going in the fucking ground.”

Taking his hand, I said, “I appreciate that, but I don’t want you getting into that kind of trouble for me. He will eventually leave me alone.”

“I don’t wait for shit to eventually happen. I make shit happen if it don’t naturally happen when I want it to. I gave that nigga chance after chance to quit playing with me, and he decided to do worse and play with you. So since he think shit is a game, I’m gon’ show that nigga who the MVP is.” Unique stood.

“No matter what I say, it’s decided, huh?”

“It is. Already told my brother to make the shit happen. Shit is in motion; it’s just a matter of time. Low-key don’t even wanna let the nigga finish the fucking show.” He took his hoodie off and lay with me in the bed. “You ain’t trying to stop me ’cause you care about that nigga, right?” His amber and green eyes zeroed in on me.

“What? No. I hate him. I haven’t given a fuck about him since the night I found out he was married.” I spoke truthfully, and Unique nodded, accepting my answer as he brought me into him, kissing my forehead.

“Don’t worry about the launch and shit. We gon’ recover. I’m gon’ make sure of it.”

“You always make me feel like everything will be okay. The world could be ending, but you will say just what I need to hear,” I whispered before looking up at his face.

“The fact that you got that much faith in yo’ man makes me wanna make shit right, always.” He pecked me. “Bashar booked a cabin for everybody, and I think that’ll be good to get ya mind off shit.”

Hugging his ripped torso, I replied, “That sounds fun. The girls too, right?”

Frowning and making me laugh, Unique replied, “Hell yeah. Fuck you think I’m inviting you up there for, a gang bang?”

I broke out into laughter. “No, but I was just making sure.”

“No, KK, I am not inviting the love of my fucking life to a cabin to get her holes filled by me and my brothers.” I was cracking up. “I don’t know how to feel though, love, ’cause you ain’t sound like you was gon’ turn the trip down.”

Smiling, I said, “I was thinking at least everybody is handsome. But hopefully they’re not as big as you ’cause I don’t think I could take seven big dicks.” When he cut his eyes at me, I guffawed before gripping his face to kiss him. “You know I’m joking. The only dick I want is yours.”

“Oh, word?”

“Yep.” I sat up on my knees and started to reach down into his gray sweats, admiring the way his wife beater clung to his chiseled, chocolate chest.

Keeping my eyes on him, I lowered before taking him into my mouth.

* * *

Unique pulled up to the large cabin covered with snow. It was beautiful with several balconies from what I could see and three floors. Different luxury cars were already parked along the side of the street that it was on, letting me know everybody was already here.

“Damn. We have our own room, right?” I asked, climbing out the car with Unique’s help.

“We do. Don’t get no fucking ideas,” he jested, walking to the trunk to retrieve our bags.

“Hurry up, girl! We’re making drinks!” Couture came to the door with Scotland and Analicia peering over her shoulder, smiling.

“Go ’head, love. I’ll bring everything in,” Unique told me, and I knew not to protest. He and his brothers had something against women carrying bags, taking out trash, opening doors, or doing anything they felt a man was supposed to do. And truthfully, I didn’t wanna do any of that shit. My little Beis suitcase was heavy as fuck.

I switched up to the porch before jogging up the stairs to hug and greet the ladies. Stepping inside of the beautiful and warm cabin, I spotted Anastazia on the couch breastfeeding along with Yolani and a very pregnant Presley. The other little kids were loudly playing in the next room.

I hugged and greeted them as well after removing my jacket and shoes.

“In there with their fathers,” Presley explained, chuckling.

“Are they okay? Sounds like WWE in there,” I said, making the room laugh.

“I don’t care if they are. They just bet not come out here,” Scotland said as Unique walked in, looking us over suspiciously while carrying the luggage.

“Where my brothers?” he asked.