Page 61 of Love's Most Wanted

Hopping into my car, I started to head home so I could put a plan together for the next few years and put the shit in front of Audrey. However, I was too fucking furious to think straight enough to be strategic, so I ended up outside of AJ’s crib.

I called him, but, of course, he didn’t answer.

Me: Come outside. Gotta talk.

AJ: No we don’t. Should’ve thought about talking before you aborted my child.

I chuckled a bit, closing my eyes to try to calm the fuck down enough in order to text that nigga back. But I stopped myself. I didn’t beef through text or social media like these new aged niggas—I fought. And if it came down to it, I’d put a nigga down. Usually though, if it got that fucking far, I’d go to my brother for that shit because Asif could take a nigga out like it was nothing and with the quickness.

Dialing AJ, I wasn’t shocked in the least when the nigga didn’t pick up.

“Of course you ain’t answer, you bitch ass nigga.” I laughed. “Yo’ tender, Flamingo shaped ass just better pray this ain’t the last season ofDough Boyz, or I swear to God, I’m gon’ have something for you.” I hung up, and when I looked toward the mansion his wife clearly paid for, I saw somebody peek out the curtains.

I could only shake my head at how bitch made that nigga was as I sped off.

WHERE IT ALL STARTED…SOME TIME IN THE PAST…

“FOR A NUT”by Future blasted over the medium sized two-level club as my friend Leola and I entered.

People were already having a good time, and though I didn’t like the clubbing scene much, I could admit that this one was nice as hell.

“Let’s get a drink and peep the scene a bit,” Leola whispered against my ear.

“Cool.” I nodded, slipping my hand in hers so we wouldn’t get broken apart.

I wished we could’ve gotten a section, but they sold out in under half an hour, which Leola claimed was because of who was in attendance tonight.

We got to the bar and ordered drinks pretty quickly due to how professionally and seamlessly they were running it.

With our drinks in hand, we swayed a bit to the music, but a little bit of mayhem ensued as a group of niggas entered the club from an off to the side entrance.

Both Leola and I watched closely, and the third one caught my attention immediately. He was extremely tall, maybe six feet four or five, with dark cinnamon skin, and neatly twisted dreads hanging out his hoodie.

While every other nigga in here was flashy as hell, snapping selfies and holding bricks of cash, I could tell this nigga was wealthier than them all. His crew was already smiling at the attention they got from the ladies, but he remained on chill, checking his phone every so often like he was on business and scoping the scene. He was the bossman clearly.

“Damn, the one with the dreads got me feeling some type of way,” I admitted to Leola.

“You ain’t lying.” She lowered her lids, staring like she was letting him seep into her spirit.

“Well, I can’t do nothing standing here with you. So.” I took another long sip and then started to make my way over to where his crew had begun migrating through.

I noticed as I got closer to him, I became nervous, and that never happened with men. I was fairly outgoing and would even make the first move if a nigga was fine enough, so the fact that my heart was hammering around in my chest like a ping pong ball was crazy.

“Excuse me, lil mama,” one of his homies said, slipping past me, and my palms started to perspire as I noticed the one I wanted getting closer to passing me.

When he got right by me, I tugged on his good smelling ass and said, “You know you fine as fuck, right?”

“Thanks,” he threw out nonchalantly, and as deep as his voice was, I knew that dick was big. From my experience, typically men with small voices had the package to match.

He moved from my grasp without even looking down at me before he kept it moving, taking the rich-nigga scented cologne he wore with him.

I was so stunned that he didn’t even give me eye contact that I didn’t notice I was standing still with my jaw on the floor until Leola was next to me, pushing it upward.

“Damn, what did you say?”

“Told him he was fine as fuck, and he didn’t even look at me!” I frowned, still watching him as he entered his section, taking a seat and getting back to his phone with his nice teeth nibbling on his bottom lip like he was anticipating a response or message from someone important.

Someone in his crew told him something that made him laugh, and of course, his smile was perfect. Just a sexy ass black man.