Page 16 of Love's Most Wanted

I didn’t know why it bothered me so much now. But he was constantly smiling, saying flirtatious things, or giving eyes to any woman in his presence. And with him being well over six feet with light eyes and chocolate skin, they all loved his attention, no matter how widely spread it was.

Hell, I even found myself smiling every time he spoke to me, and in the past, I just assumed it was due to his comical nature, but now I just think the nigga was a pussy whisperer or something.

Chuckling, Unique replied, “Nah, I just pay attention, and she had them muthafuckas pointed right at a nigga.”

“Okay, well this is all good, Mr. Compton. Just give me the name of the wedding hall you guys went to as well as the club, and at least the car service.”

We looked at each other before I said, “We don’t remember the wedding hall or the car service, but we can maybe check our emails to see if we got a receipt or something for the ride.”

Mack sighed like he was losing hope, and I didn’t need him losing hope. That would mean we possibly couldn’t get an annulment and would have to divorce, which I didn’t want. I didn’t want this sham of a union with Unique on my record.

For the next hour, we gave Mack anything we could remember. We weren’t able to locate a receipt in our emails, which was strange, but Mack said he would do his best to figure it out for us and give an update soon.

“Mack is good at what he do, love. Don’t worry.” Unique finally broke the silence as we rode the elevator down.

“I don’t know, Unique. He looked a little worried, and then because you waited weeks to even get this started, the people he plans to interview may not even remember us,” I said, nibbling on my bottom lip.

He exhaled but didn’t say a word, signaling that he agreed with my sentiments and, therefore, didn’t have a rebuttal.

We walked to my vehicle in silence, and after I hit the unlock button, Unique opened the door for me so I could slip inside.

“Aye,” he got my attention, “I’m gon’ make it happen, aight? No matter what.”

He looked serious, which wasn’t an often thing for Unique Compton, and something inside of me told me to believe him. So, I nodded to agree, fighting the small smirk that tugged at my lips at just the sight of him.

No wonder the man had two women, but Kabrina Alise Kenneth would not be the third.

* * *

“Fuck,” I groaned, wiping sweat from my forehead after dropping the box full of my makeup and branding materials into my back seat.

I was clearing out my storage unit that I’d been using for the past couple years. It was too costly, and at the moment, I had no real clients. I would now have to do makeup for normal people, and while that was no problem for me—it was how I’d started—the money was surely different.

Whereas celebrities could pay upwards of one thousand dollars or more to get their makeup done, especially if out of town or at ungodly hours, regular people wouldn’t, and most times couldn’t. Because of this, I had to eliminate things that I didn’t necessarily need, like my storage.

When a car pulled up right next to mine, I glanced over the hood to see Unique in the driver’s side of the expensive ass Range Rover. He smiled upon seeing me, and I gave him a closed-mouth one back, wondering what the fuck he was doing here and how he even knew I was here.

“Need some help, pretty girl?” he asked, getting out of his car and rounding the back of mine.

Scratching between my eyes, I asked, “How the hell did you find me?”

“I dropped you off here for AJ once, and when I realized you wasn’t home, I tried here and lucked up.” He smiled, leaning on the hood of my car with those guns he called arms.

“Oh. Okay. I forgot about that because it was so long ago. But no, I don’t need any help. I’m almost done,” I said and regretted it when he glanced into the unit to see about ten more boxes.

Sighing when it registered in his head that I just didn’t want him around, he said, “I want you to understand that I truly meant no fucking harm when I didn’t tell you. At the time, I felt like it wasn’t my place. I don’t agree with how he moved and especially don’t believe in being dishonest or playing with females’ feelings.

“Same time, love, AJ a grown ass man. I think he even older than me, so I ain’t feel like it was my job to be telling that nigga how to live or barging into his personal life.”

I could barely focus on Unique’s words because for the first time since I’d met him really, I’d allowed myself to take him in. I always felt wrong for looking at him while with AJ, so I would cut myself off, but now that I was single, I could drink him up as long as I wanted to. I’d always found him handsome but looking at him right now, he was fine as fuck. I loved the fullness of his lips, the suppleness of his dark skin, and how tall he was.

“I know, and though I wish you’d said something, I’m more so angry with him.”

“So we cool enough for you stop denying a nigga’s help?” He smiled, and that, too, was mesmerizing.

He had beautiful teeth but the natural kind. Most men these days, including AJ, had veneers. I hoped Unique never fell into that, because even people with perfectly natural teeth like him had opted for the unnatural blue-white look of veneers due to the pressures of being famous.

“Yeah, I guess.” I acted as if it was a chore to accept help, but on the inside, I was elated.