Page 42 of Love's Most Wanted

“I’ll hit you about twenty minutes before I’m ready to dip back to the hotel,” I told the driver named Colin.

“Sure thing, Mr. Compton.” He nodded, shutting the back door before rushing around into the congested street to hop in on the driver’s side.

The three of us entered the large theater, cameras flashing everywhere which both women ate the fuck up.

“I didn’t think you’d come, but I am happy you did.” Tamira approached, smiling and ignoring Aurora and Daisy purposely.

I didn’t need Tamira sounding off any alarm bells with them or anybody else. I wasn’t sure if she cared about her nigga knowing, but I knew I didn’t want muthafuckas finding out I’d smashed her and still was smashing in order to keep my role.

“Hi, I’m Daisy, Unique’s girlfriend.” Daisy cut in, sticking her hand out.

“That’s cute.” Tamira giggled, ignoring Daisy’s hand and focusing back on me. “Tomorrow, when you come on set, I have some news for you.”

“Come on set?” I frowned. “We on break from filming for a few months. I got Audrey looking for?—”

“Calm down, Nique. Check your email. I called an emergency meeting tomorrow.” She winked, sized up Aurora and Daisy, then switched off.

“Is she gonna be a problem?” Daisy asked.

“Not right now, Daisy. I swear to God,” I replied, irritated by her ass and also what the fuck this meeting was possibly about.

I needed this show and didn’t want any fucking changes right now when shit was good. I noticed AJ wasn’t at the party, which didn’t surprise me since I didn’t see him mention it on social media anywhere. That made me feel even more fucking uneasy.

Putting the shit with Tamira to the back of my mind, I pocketed my phone after locating the email she’d sent stating exactly what she said it did—there was a meeting tomorrow and with no other details.

For the rest of the party, I could barely focus because a nigga was nervous as fuck as to what the meeting would even be about. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts and hypothetical scenarios that I didn’t give a fuck that Daisy had her mouth twisted up for the entire two episodes and only gave me non-verbal responses when I asked if she wanted a drink or snacks. Thankfully, Aurora was chill, bringing a nigga some semblance of peace.

That wasn’t enough, though, because in the midst of my tornado-like thoughts, Kabrina popped up.

I hadn’t heard from her ass since we’d gon’ out to eat, and I didn’t like it. I’d purposely left her ass alone, and since she never reached out to me unless to ask about Mack’s findings, we hadn’t said a fucking word to one another.

We hadn’t even been doing our little confusing ass tango for long, and I was already feeling like something was missing when we didn’t speak. I found myself thinking of reasons I could go see her or call her the entire ride back to the fucking hotel.

“Y’all can have the beds. I gotta make some calls,” I announced as soon as we all entered the suite. It was a double, so enough beds for Aurora and Daisy to have their own while I took the couch later tonight.

Daisy scoffed and stormed to the back area, shutting the door to let Aurora know that section was hers. Aurora only shook her head at Daisy, told me ‘okay,’ and went to shower. A part of me wanted to open that door back up and tell Daisy it was two beds in that muthafucka, so Aurora was taking the other, but I wasn’t in the fucking mood to play daddy or mediator like I usually would.

Ignoring the bullshit, I stepped out onto the balcony and took a seat at the table set up out there. It was cold as fuck, but I had too much on my mind to really feel the shit.

My thumb hovered over Kabrina’s name, but just when I remembered it was almost ten o’clock there, I halted.

Someone pulling the other chair to the table out in order to sit, startled my ass. When I looked over and up, I spotted Aurora in a robe, a bonnet on her head, and face glistening to let me know she’d done her face routine. The sight let me know I’d been out here for a minute, deep in my fucking thoughts.

Sitting down, she tightened the thick hotel robe as she stared off at the city, then said, “This friend you’ve been hanging with and talking to, do you like her? Is she gonna be joining us as a third?”

Aurora didn’t look my way until the question had been fully asked.

“Nah. She’s just a friend, love,” I barely replied, locking my phone. When I heard Aurora chuckle mirthlessly, I asked, “Is that an issue? Me being cool with her and nothing else?”

“It is a little bit.” She nodded, looking over and into my eyes.

“Why, when we just cool?”

“Do you like her? You never answered, Unique.” Her eyes searched mine, and when I took too long to respond, not wanting to lie but unable to find what the fuck to say, she dropped her head. “I love you, Unique, and while I wasn’t looking for a poly situation, I agreed because you made it sound like you’d be honest and loyal. But if you’re going to be on some bachelor, player shit, that’s not gonna work for me.”

Exhaling, I said, “I like her, but it’s not like that; more so as a friend. I actually like kicking it with her because there isnoromantic shit, just friendship.”

I was half lying that time because part of that shit was true. It was relaxing to kick the shit with Kabrina without the pressure of being a boyfriend or romantic interest. Nothing was expected of a nigga when with her, and I’d never had that.