Page 91 of Love's Most Wanted

“Did it work?”

“Little bit,” I admitted before he leaned over to kiss me.

“But just so you know, I had Audrey put a no-kissing clause in any future contracts which started withThe Players.”

“What? Why? And what does that mean?”

“Because I’m married, and I wanna be respectful, love. And it means that I won’t actually be kissing any love interests. They got enough shit these days to make it look passable, or they’ll cut the scene before our lips touch. All kinds of shit.”

I tried not to smile, but it was hard. Unique caught it and sucked his teeth.

“What?” I giggled.

“Don’t act like you not happy ’bout that shit, KK.”

“I am. I’m sorry.” I sighed out of relief. “That won’t make you lose a role, will it?”

“Doubt it. It’s a common clause, like the nudity one.”

“Okay, good.” I beamed at him, making him lean over to kiss me again.

Hopping out, he came around to assist me from the car before taking my hand in his.

“My house is clean now, by the way.” He gave me a closed mouth smile with his fine ass. “So if you wanna stay the night after this…”

“Okay.” I kept a lid on my excitement. I didn’t know why simple shit like spending the night with him had me overjoyed. “And whenever you wanna tell the world we married, we can.”

At first, I wanted to keep it a secret, scared of more ridicule for marrying my married ex’s co-star, but being with Unique made me not give a fuck.

“You sure?” He opened the door of the restaurant for me.

“I am.”

“I’ll do it. You ain’t gotta say nothing.” Leaning down to kiss me just as we approached the hostess stand, he whispered, “I got you.”

ONE WEEK LATER…

I sat in my agent,Monique’s, office, irritated as fuck. I couldn’t even pinpoint why because there were so many fucking contributing factors, but I just knew I wasn’t in a good place.

My life had seemingly gone to shit in a matter of months, all starting with my wife popping the fuck up on me in Los Angeles.

“Okay. How are you?” Monique sighed as she sat behind her desk. Her office was located in West Hollywood with big bay windows and the whole fucking nine.

Monique was a great agent and had done a lot for me off the strength of my wife, but the bitch was getting paid to do exactly that, so I would never praise her for the shit out loud.

Every check I got, she got a percentage, so I hated that she acted like she was doing a nigga a favor, just because Zosia put me in contact with her.

“I’m aight. Why?”

She laughed slightly, steepling her fingers and just staring at me like she always did when I was pissing her off.

“Okay. Well, let’s get down to business here so you can understand why I’m asking that.” She opened a folder. “I got an email from Tamira Weathers, and she has given you two options. You either resume filming and with Unique, or they kill off your character. It’ll be done off screen, so you won’t even need to come back for that.”

“Kill offmycharacter?” I pointed to my chest. I’d been slouching, but upon hearing that them muthafuckas wanted to fire me instead of violent ass Unique, who popped up at my house talking shit, had me sitting upright. “I gave them evidence that he came to my crib telling me to come outside so we could fight and all types of other shit.”

“I get that, but Unique Compton is the lead actor, and he is also cooperative, which you are not. You’re neither of those things I just listed, so they aren’t willing to work with you. So you need to tell me what you plan to do and right now so I can email her back. She says the longer you hold up filming, the more they will lean toward killing you off, regardless of your choice.”

“I’ll film with that nigga.” I fell back against the chair again, shaking my head as Monique began typing the email up for me.