Page 40 of Love's Most Wanted

“Man, fuck out of here. Ain’t Ma said this nigga was on the titty till he was six?” I asked, and that time everybody, including Lequay, guffawed. “Rest of us had to be on Similac ’cause you was hogging with yo’ fully grown ass.”

“I wasn’t on no fucking Similac,” Bashar defended, making me cut my eyes at his ass.

“Thanks for letting us know, Brilliant Nigga.” I huffed, calling him the nickname I’d given his ass ages ago.

We sat down inside of the air-conditioned gym of Asif’s home after grabbing waters from the clear fridge off to the side.

“Unique got some news for y’all,” Asif’s hating ass brought up out of no-got-damn-where.

I whipped my head in his direction, and he stared back at me along with the rest of these niggas, waiting.

“Nah, I don’t.” I shook my head. But just as I said it, I thought about how Kabrina called me just another lying ass nigga. “I got married, but that shit was an accident.” I shrugged.

“Nigga, how the fuck you get married on accident?” Bashar frowned, sizing me up a little bit.

“Same way yo’ nanny turned into ya baby mama, nigga. Shit happens,” I shot back.

“Nah, I did that on purpose, nigga. Different shit,” he replied.

“How it happen and when, Nique?” Khari frowned, turning on his brother face like he was somebody’s daddy ’round here.

“Like a month and some change ago.” I looked off, gulping some water as they talked shit. “But I’m working on getting it annulled.”

“Who the bride?” Asif questioned.

I shot him a look before mumbling, “Kabrina.”

“The one from the boat?” Lequay’s brows rose in shock. “I thought she was fucking ya co-star.”

“She was… and like I said, it was an accident. She was upset when she found out he had a wife. She went ballistic, they threw her out the party, I followed, we got drunk, woke up in a telly with a marriage license and the photo.” I pulled it up on my phone then handed it to them to look over.

Kabrina had no idea I snapped a shot of the shit to keep. I don’t even know why I did the shit but I was thankful. I looked at it too fucking often.

“So if it was an accident, why you ain’t got it annulled?” Khari quizzed. “And what them hos say?”

Lequay, Bashar, and Asif cackled way too loudly at his disrespectful ass question.

“Khari, chill out. Told you ’bout calling my women hos, you ugly muthafucka.” I glared at his curly-haired ass. “And they don’t know. I ain’t got the annulment yet because the lawyer I hired can’t find evidence to prove we were inebriated.”

“He hit up the bartender? The officiant? Any drivers or hotel clerks? That shit should be easy,” Bashar’s smart ass said.

Nodding impatiently, I said, “Yeah, he didallthat. You not the only lawyer on earth who know shit, bruh. The officiant lying ’cause he don’t wanna lose his job, and the bartender don’t like Kabrina, so she claims Kabrina wasn’t drunk when she saw us. He can’t get the driver on the line, and the hotel clerk got fired a week after the shit happened,” I expressed.

I hadn’t told Kabrina any of the shit besides the bartender and officiant being uncooperative because I didn’t want her stressing. I should’ve been stressing, too, but oddly, I wasn’t.

Them stupid niggas burst into laughter, making me frown. I was the main nigga who saw the joke in everything, so the fact that their laughter had a nigga mystified said a lot.

“Told you this nigga was love’s most wanted, and they caught his ass. Can’t get out that marriage for shit,” Asif brought up, and Bashar, Khari, and Lequay nodded with wide eyes and parted lips like he was dropping knowledge on their asses.

“I’ll have you niggas know I kind of like my wife.”

“You like yo’ wife, or you like having one?” Lequay asked.

“I don’t know. Shit, maybe both.” I shrugged.

“Ain’t you the same nigga that was preaching to us about how jealous we was gon’ be because you had two hos?” Khari quizzed, making me throw the ball at his head as our brothers cackled. He dodged it at the last minute, but it swiped his big ass hair.

My brothers and I gave each other a hard ass time, but at the end of the day, we all had respect for one another and our significant others. So the fact that Khari kept calling Daisy and Aurora hos said a lot. He did the same shit to Lequay when he called himself taking Teyaira seriously for that week or two and then Shakur, as well, when he actually made her his girl. It was like he knew some-fucking-how.