Page 25 of Love's Most Wanted

“Sometimes?”

“Nothing. If you need any help with this shit or anything else, you keep in mind that I got you. I know you don’t want it, but while you my wife, let me do what I can. I wasn’t raised to take shit back or throw shit in ya face, so you ain’t gotta worry about shit.”

“I could use some food.” She half smiled, not showing her teeth, and it was still mesmerizing as fuck.

“I can handle that for sure.” I took my phone out.

I didn’t know why, but kicking it with Kabrina over a meal sounded like a trip to Disneyland for a little ass kid right now. Asif’s target talk had yet to leave my mind, and I think that shit was fucking me up.

Hours later…

I’d kicked the shit with Kabrina longer than a nigga had intended, and strangely enough, I only thought about fucking her twice the whole night, which was natural since she was a beautiful girl.

Majority of the night, though, I was so wrapped up in the conversations we were having about trivial shit like movies, songs, and her belief in vision boards. Why was every fucking thing about her intriguing to a nigga? I just wanted to spend the rest of my fucking days staring at her while she talked, ate, or just sat there not even doing shit.

Low-key, I didn’t wanna leave, but I had to. Poly or not, I was still two people’s boyfriend and couldn’t go all night without checking in.

As soon as I stepped inside the crib, I felt weighted as fuck. Like I wanted to turn around and run right back to where the fuck I’d just come from. I hated this shit.

I ventured to the kitchen, grabbing a soda from the fridge to give myself some time before I went upstairs and most likely found Aurora in my bedroom, since this was one of her nights with me.

Typically, I split the week, spending four days with one and three with the other. Then whoever got three days that week, got four the next and so on. I wasn’t gon’ lie; juggling this shit was more difficult than expected, but I would never admit the shit aloud.

“I thought I heard you come in.” Aurora walked into the kitchen, just as I chuckled at Kabrina saying she was shocked to know I watched more than hood movies.

“Oh… yeah,” was all I could think to say, feeling like Aurora had caught me cheating when it was only in my fucking head.

“I was about to get into the jacuzzi. Did you wanna join me?” She placed a hand on her hip, donning a light blue bikini.

Nah, I didn’t. I wanted to shower, brush my teeth, and lie down, but I couldn’t do that shit or say that shit. Aurora had been patient as fuck with a nigga, not making a peep when I had to cancel on her or travel during her time with me. She barely fussed when Daisy bulldozed our time together or what was supposed to be our time together.

“Of course,” I lied, polishing off the small ass canned soda. I gave her a smile as I tossed the shit into the trash before saying, “I’ll meet you out there.” I placed a hand on her small waist to kiss the side of her face as she smiled widely.

While Aurora was on the skinnier side, I was still attracted to her and that pretty ass brown skin she kept blemish and mark free.

Heading upstairs, I quieted my steps so as not to wake Daisy up because I wasn’t in the mood for her energy right now. She was always up and usually trying to find ways to interfere with whatever the fuck Aurora and I had going on. Usually, I was up for the challenge, but I had too much shit on my mind at the moment to deal with the bullshit.

I quickly changed into some trunks, then met my girl in the backyard. She was already soaking in the warm jacuzzi, bubbles going as she put a glass of champagne to her lips.

“Want some?” she offered, holding up the neck of the bottle.

“Nah, you know ya man likes his shit a little stronger,” I said, slipping down into the piping hot ass water. “Damn.” I frowned. “Only the devil can stand this type of fucking temperature, baby. Let me find out.”

Laughing, she replied, “You know I’m too angelic for that.”

“You are.” I finally settled a bit, able to withstand the heat somewhat as I smirked at her. The cold air of Los Angeles once it hit nighttime didn’t make shit better for me going in though.

Floating over to me, Aurora straddled my lap, hugging my neck. Placing my hands on her waist, I tried to focus on the moment at hand, like she deserved, but I found my mind drifting in the middle of her talking often. Aurora wasn’t the type to call it out, though, which I was thankful as fuck for. That was more of Daisy’s type of time.

She kissed me, seemingly out of nowhere, but it was simply because a nigga wasn’t into the moment right now. As she started to grind in my lap, I gripped her waist to halt the shit.

“What’s the problem, Unique?” She frowned.

“I’m just… I had a bad day, and I got a lot on my mind, love. It ain’t you.” I moved her from my lap. “I’m gon’ make it up to you.” I stood.

“Yeah, you’ve been saying that a lot lately,” she murmured before taking a sip.

“What?” I frowned.