Page 59 of Love's Most Wanted

“You gon’ kick me out?”

“Mm… I will let you stay for half an hour.”

“I’ll take it.” I let her go, not missing how odd it felt for her to be so far away, two couch cushions from me.

After a moment of silence, she asked, “You said every relationship you have with women is based on sex, but you didn’t look too happy about it. Why?”

I kept my eyes on her feet, toes painted pink like always, before I blew out air.

“Don’t get me wrong; I ain’t unhappy about the shit.” I shrugged one shoulder.

“But?”

“You know Tamira?” I looked to my right at her. Kabrina was facing me, back resting against the arm of her couch.

“That old bitch.” She scoffed, then laughed, but it ceased when she saw I had a straight face still.

“When I first auditioned for the show, the casting directors told me I was missing something and to work on it a bit more then come back. I was cool with that but slightly bothered because I wanted that role badly. They claimed if I tweaked a few things, it was mine, but I ain’t believe the shit. I felt like they told that to everybody.”

“They were telling the truth, though, because you got it, and you’re the best on the show.” She simpered.

When I chuckled slightly, her brows furrowed in confusion.

“I appreciate that, but I will never know if them niggas were keeping it a buck with me. I got the role because Tamira promised it to me if I fucked her.”

Kabrina’s mouth hung open in shock as her eyes roved over me like she was waiting for a fucking punchline.

She finally sat up, folding her legs Indian style before asking, “So you’re telling me she gave you the role of Denim because you dicked her down? Wasn’t she married then?”

I nodded. “She was. But if she ain’t care about that nigga, why should I? Plus, I wanted that role.” I looked off. “Ineededthat shit.” I captured her eyes with mine, hoping she understood.

Glancing off briefly, she curled her lip. “She is a predator, Unique. She’s more disgusting than I thought.”

“She ain’t no fucking predator. I was a grown ass man, and I consented to the shit.”

“It doesn’t matter. She knew you wanted that role, and she used her pull to get sex from you. If she was a man, she would be canceled for some shit like that.”

“Well, she not.” I sat back, not expecting Kabrina to see shit that way. I never saw Tamira as a predator, just an old freaky bitch.

“Yeah, this makes sense! AJ told me she got with her husband when he was young too. That bitch is a whole pedophile!”

“Wait, aye, chill out.” I put my hand on her soft ass leg. What a nigga wouldn’t give to have them muthafuckas wrapped around me. In fact, I would give it all up. I only realized the shit in that moment. “I need you to keep this shit between me and you, love. My family don’t even know this.”

I watched her physically calm down as she nodded.

“Why don’t they know? You shouldn’t be embarrassed.Sheshould be.”

“I’m not embarrassed about that. I just don’t want muthafuckas to think I ain’t got talent.”

“That’s impossible if they watch the show. No matter what you did to get there, Tamira is not the one in front of that camera—you are. Someone can have all the connections in the world, but if they lack the talent, it will show, Unique.”

I nodded slowly, taking her in.

“I appreciate that, baby.” I brushed my thumb along her soft ass skin. “I could stay here with you and like this all night,” I admitted.

“You can’t though, because I won’t let you.” She moved from my touch, allowing the silence to engulf the room. “You didn’t tell your brothers about Tamira, but you felt comfortable telling me?”

Drinking her in like a thirsty ass dog for a moment, I finally replied, “Yep.”