Page 51 of Love's Most Wanted

Opening my door, I was surprised as fuck to see AJ on my doorstep.

“Nigga, you better have a good ass reason for pulling up on me like this.” I frowned, ready to box his fucking head.

“I do.” He ran a hand down his face in distress. “Why you help that girl abort my kid, Nique?”

“I ain’t help her do shit. I gave her some bread, and she did whatever she wanted to with it. I ain’t into policing folks and what they do with the money I give ’em,” I stated nonchalantly, seeing he was mentally going through it.

Why he was pressed to have a baby by Kabrina when he was married was not only stupid, but it low-key pissed me the fuck off. Like he thought Kabrina wasn’t good enough to have her own shit and own life, and having his side baby was the best she could fucking do. A stretch, but I didn’t like this nigga and kept replaying him having to jump off the boat whenever I was having a bad fucking day.

“You got me fucked up, for real!” he screamed.

“So what you gon’ do ’bout it?” I closed the space between us, staring down into his face since he was a few inches shorter than a nigga. “’Cause see, you don’t know shit ’bout me, muthafucka. You pussy, and the role you play on TV is just that, but me? I don’t play the fuck out of Demin ’cause I’m that talented. I think you know that.”

Our eyes were locked, and I could see him processing my words before he swallowed a lump and stepped back, giving us some space again.

“I’m just saying, man,” his tone was calmer, “how the fuck would you feel if I helped yo’ girl abort yo’ child?”

“I’d either beat yo’ ass, smoke you, or have some niggas smoke you, but we different people, nigga.” I leaned in the doorway calmly.

“Man, whatever.” He started walking off backward. “You foul as fuck for that shit, and you know it.” His eyes were glistening like the nigga was about to cry, but I didn’t feel for him.

“Women prefer chocolate anyway, nigga! They only settle for light-skinned niggas!” I shouted to his back, but he kept walking, shaking his head slightly. “Ho ass nigga.” I ventured back inside.

After eating my cereal, I did a few things around the crib that I wanted to, like work on my car, then took another shower before lying in my bed. Scrolling through my contacts, I tried to think of some shit to busy self with, but all I could think about was Kabrina. My mind immediately went to possibly telling her what information Mack gave me, but I didn’t want her trying to push him to use it and get our shit annulled.

Unable to contain my wants, I hit her name. I knew she would answer, thinking I had an update, and a part of me hated that shit.

“Hey, what’s up?” She breathed into the phone a little heavily like she was moving around.

“What you doing? Need help?” I sat up.

“No, Unique, I do not. I was just walking on this treadmill in the gym within the building. This place is really nice.”

“Thanks.” I smirked. It was quiet for a bit before I said, “I miss you, KK.”

“Ugh, Unique. What did I tell you?”

“I’m not flirting. I miss people I have no feelings for like my mama, sister, brothers, father.”

“Okay, but I’m not related to you.”

“Thank God, ’cause we married. We ain’t no fucking hillbillies.”

Giggling, she asked, “What do you want? Did Mack give you something because otherwise, I need to be left alone by all involved men. Even the funny ones.”

“Why?”

“Boy. Focus on your women, please.”

“What if I wanted to focus on you?”

She was quiet for so fucking long I thought her ass hung up, which would be on brand as fuck for her.

“That’s not an option. I’m not an option in any way, shape, or form. Even if you were single, I wouldn’t be because I don’t agree with how you live your life. No offense. I don’t care how good of a man you are or how rich. That’s not the way I want to have a relationship.”

I nodded, knowing because of how she came into the world she was against that shit more than the average woman.

“Can I ask you something? You gotta promise to answer.”