Page 58 of Love's Most Wanted

“Keep my receptionist job, I guess, until something else hits me.” She shrugged and smiled just as the waitress delivered the drinks.

“What about you?” I looked to Daisy, seeing this conversation with Aurora wasn’t going anywhere. Again, I had to remember she wasn’t Kabrina, someone who enjoyed talking about their aspirations, goals, and shit. Not to mention, conversation between us just flowed.

“… and so I got that coming.” Daisy smiled at me, and I feigned one back, realizing a nigga had zoned out for the hundredth time today, thinking of Kabrina.

“That’s great,” I lied, not even knowing what the fuck she was talking about, and even worse, I didn’t care.

Daisy agreed before going into a long ass spiel about how we should go on vacation. Aurora joined, stating how she could vlog the trip for her channel if the mood hit her. That, of course, started an argument when Daisy made a smart-ass comment in front of the waitress dropping the food off. I had to break shit up.

By that point, I was over it, and my appetite was done for. So as soon as the ladies finished, I ordered the dessert they planned to get to-go and hurried their uncivil asses to the car.

The ride home was quiet, just like the start of the dinner had been with me in my head, knowing that this shit between the three of us wasn’t ever gon’ work whether Kabrina was around or not.

I went into this shit expecting less stress, but it was turning out to be the opposite. To make matters worse, a whole nother woman consumed my thoughts, and a whole nother woman was my fucking wife.

“I’ll be inside in a minute,” I said as I shut the engine down in my garage.

“Hurry up, because I got something for you.” Daisy leaned over to kiss my neck as Aurora damn near jumped out of the back seat and stomped to the front door.

“Can’t wait,” I responded dryly as fuck.

Once Daisy and Aurora were inside, I started the vehicle back up and took a drive. The plan was to clear my mind, but when I ended up at the building I owned, I knew it would be more than that.

Knowing Kabrina would be pissed about me popping up, I rode the elevator to her spot anyway. I rang the bell, and for a moment, I thought she was knocked out until I heard her unlocking the door.

“Unique?” Her brows kissed. She was wearing a light blue robe that was way too short to have on around a nigga like me, and her dark hair was clipped up.

“Yeah. You was sleep?”

“No. I was doing some research. Why? Is something wrong?”

“Only thing wrong is you won’t let me have you.”

“Unique.” She scoffed as I walked in without her permission. “I didn’t say you could come in.” She let the door shut, irritation laced through her voice as I plopped down onto her couch. Storming over to me fussing, she added, “And why would I let you have me when you have two other bitches. I don’t know how many times?—”

Her words halted when I brought her down onto my lap, making her straddle me. Our eyes latched onto one another’s like magnets as I listened to her breath hitch in surprise. She smelled good, like sweet cream and citrus.

“You don’t have to tell me anything, KK. I get it.” I pressed my forehead to hers. “I just… damn. I don’t want you to hate me, love. I would rather anybody else in the world hate a nigga except you.”

The feeling Kabrina gave me hit a nigga as soon as I saw her fucking face. It was almost like magic, and it reminded me why I ain’t wanna let the shit go. The warm feeling in my chest, the sheer happiness a nigga felt, the goosebumps, all of it was new to a nigga. Her being had taken over my whole fucking life.

“Why would I hate you?” she asked softly.

“Because I want you, but I think you might deserve better. Only the best for KK, and if I can’t give it to you, I don’t even wanna try.” I sighed and said, “Took them out to dinner tonight and could barely have a fucking conversation. All I thought about was you and what it would be like if we stayed married for real. Or how I would much rather be chopping it up with you or doing anything with you, shit, even getting my fucking makeup done—if that’s what it takes.” I smirked slightly when she laughed, our foreheads still thrust together. “You different… special. You the type of girl my pops used to tell me about.”

“Not Aurora or Daisy?” She half smiled, trying to lighten the mood, and I shook my head subtly.

“Nah. Aurora is a sweet girl, but she vanilla. Daisy is fucking… Neapolitan, I guess, but she too much—feels purely sexual, which was fine until I met you.”

Being around Kabrina had me realizing the importance of having a best friend, a therapist, laughing partner, and romantic interest be one person who you also enjoyed fucking. Having that shit in multiple people, split up like that, didn’t hit the same. Kabrina and I could go from talking goals to family shit to joking. And the sexual tension was through the fucking roof.

It wasn’t like that with either of the ladies in my life.

“I don’t know what you want me to do with this information, Unique.” She tried to climb from my lap, but I hugged her small body tightly, burying my face into her warm, sweet smelling ass neck.

“Don’t shut a nigga out. Don’t give up on me. If or when I come correct, I want a chance.” I picked my head up to look her in her pretty ass eyes.

“Okay.” She huffed. “Can I get up now?”