Crown Heart
crown heart
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I think…Nah, I knew I fucked up hiring Kupid. Her ass jiggled with each step she took. I didn’t notice a panty line, so either she was wearing a thong, or she just said fuck it and was going commando. I preferred the latter of the two.
I strolled downstairs to my studio with a Core chocolate milk. I made most of my music here and then had Taylo tweak it.
Two hours had passed when I heard a light knock on the door. I had taken a break myself and was reading an email from my publicist about her making a statement regarding Kupid's role in my life. She informed everyone that Kupid was my social media manager, and I was treating her to a basketball game to congratulate her on her new position. That was that, and I hoped that it eased Kupid’s mind. The woman freaked the fuck out on me last night.
“Yeah?” I hollered out. The door opened, and Kupid peeked her head in.
“Can I come in?” she asked meekly.
“Come on in.”
She now had her jacket off, and one of my brows raised. Kupid had on one of those bodysuits that I fo’ sho’ knew snapped between those thighs. I loved that shit on women.
“I’m taking a small break,” she whispered, which caused me to chuckle.
“What you whispering for?” I queried with humor,
Kupid shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t want to come here and bother you, but here I am.” I chuckled. “I started to stay in the office and do a little online shopping, but I needed to stretch my legs, and I ended here. Oh Lord, I’m rambling.”
Kupid shrugged. “I don’t
“And that’s perfectly fine. I like the distraction,” I advised with a chortle. “Have you eaten?”
Kupid slowly shook her head. “No, not yet. Um… Are you hungry? I can maybe whip?—”
“You’re not my chef or my lady, Kupid. You don’t have to do any of that.” I smiled. “What do you have a taste for?”
“A sandwich sounds good,” Kupid answered.
It would be like pulling teeth to get Kupid to go to a sandwich shop after the blogs speculated she was my new love interest. Even after my publicist made it loud and clear who Kupid was, a few were commenting that she was a basic bitch. It took everything in me this morning not to comment back. As long as Kupid stayed off the blogs and nobody texted her and told her that shit, everything would be all good. When she knocked on my door, I thought she was coming in to talk about that.
After getting all of her sandwich details, I sent them to Nisha. She was coming over anyway to discuss some shit, so she might as well pick up the food. One thing about Nisha, she loved the money that I paid her. Hence, she would do anything business-related and wasn’t too extreme. We left the extreme to Trae.
“How long is my break? It’s already been over thirty minutes,” Kupid announced when I’d come from the booth. In the moment, I had gotten a lil’ inspired to rap something straight from the dome. I wasn’t sure if Kupid knew the song was about her, but it was. Then, she wanted to hear an unreleased song, and I honored her with one. Her bobbing her head to my shit…enjoying my shit…almost fucked my head up. When I used to have females in the studio, they would be uninterested and on their phones. Kupid had given me her full attention.
There was a knock on the door, and Nisha pushed it open. Her brows rose when she saw Kupid sitting in my chair behind the mixing board.
“Hey. Hey,” Nisha said, carrying the food bags against her chest. I’d added a few bags of chips and drinks she carried in a carrier.
“Hi,” Kupid greeted her. “Do you need help with anything?” She stood to her feet to help Nisha, who snickered.
“Girl, I’m so used to this. I’m good.” Nisha put everything down on a table in front of a sofa. She wasn’t lying. Nisha was the type who would grab all the grocery bags up her arms just to avoid going back to the car a second time. “Crown works me like a dog.” Nisha dramatically laughed.
I kissed my teeth. Shaking my head, I rubbed my hand down my waves.
“You know that’s a lie,” I muttered.
Nisha smiled. “I love it though. It keeps me busy, and Crown is one of my best friends. Wouldn’t trade this life for anything.”
“It also pays for that big house you’re in,” Crown pointed out.
“That part.” Nisha hooted. “You know I love my home. Anyway…” she exhaled loudly, “Y’all two enjoy the lunch. I’ll be around somewhere when you’re ready to go over business. Oh, Trae texted me and said he was on the way.”
I sighed but nodded. He hadn’t told me shit. What could he possibly want to discuss? Trae would come over to talk to me about some shit that he could do over the phone through a text. He ain’t want shit but to check out Kupid since he hadn’t met her because I wanted to do the interview myself. I’m so fuckin’ glad I did.
Me and Kupid took turns washing our hands in the studio’s bathroom before we both sat on the sofa, unwrapping our sandwiches. She’d gotten comfortable and kicked her shoes off. The first bite Kupid took, she moaned. My shit bricked the fuck up. The sandwich wrapper was in my lap, covering the tent in my sweats.
“Sorry.” She laughed, covering her mouth, “This sandwich is really good.”
Even her laugh was intoxicating.
“Best place to get one. You rollin’ wit’ us to the club event?”
Kupid’s brow rose. “I don’t know. That’s kind of not my thing.”
“It’ll give you an opportunity to meet the rest of my team since you’re family now,”
Kupid swiftly shook her head. “I don’t want no attention on me. I like being behind the scenes.”
I wasn’t used to being told no , but I respected it. Still, I wasn’t giving up.
“Invite your homegirl, and I’ll send a PJ to scoop her.” I was out of my damn mind.
Kupid’s head reared back. “You would fly my homegirl out on a PJ just for me to go to the club with you?” she asked, stunned.
I licked my lips and then uttered a “Yeah.”
“Hmmm.” Kupid tapped her lips with a pointy nail. “I meaaan… if her husband wants to come…”
“Ah nah, I’m not flyin’ no nigga out. Can’t no nigga say I done flew them out unless they were part of the team.” I shook my head.
Kupid cackled. She placed her sandwich on her lap, picked up her phone, and began tapping quickly. I took a bite of my sandwich while keeping an eye on Kupid. She giggled, and then her eyes met mine.
“She says she will leave her kids and husband for a night out clubbing with you. But for real, she and her husband love your music. They’re the ones who put me on.”
“Oh yeah?” What’s your favorite song?” I pressed. Kupid blushed.
“ Queen of my Heart .” She simpered.
How I knew it was that one by just how she blushed. That was a lil’ freaky song just for the ladies. I wondered if she rapped that sound out loud while in the shower or in her Jeep with the top down, hair blowing in the wind.
My head tilted as a smile tugged at my lips. Kupid’s shyness was cute. I’ve always had women throwing themselves at me, but not her. That made me fuck with her tough.
“Between those thick thighs is my favorite place. I wanna shoot the club up but don’t wanna catch a case.” I rapped some of the lyrics with my eyes focused on the beauty before me.
Kupid shifted on the sofa. She popped the last piece of the sandwich in her mouth. Her eyes were everywhere but on me.
I took a bite of my own sandwich. The door to the studio swung open, and Trae’s head popped in. For a moment, he just stared at Kupid until I cleared my fuckin’ throat.
“Yeah?” I quizzed dryly.
Trae only smirked and entered the studio. He beelined over to Kupid, who had stood to throw away her trash.
“Trae,” he said, with a hand stretched out. Kupid shook it.
“Kupid. I was supposed to meet you, but instead, I got the superstar.”
“I’ma star, too,” Trae joked.
“A porn star,” Nisha snorted as she entered.
Trae nodded. “That indeed.” Nisha rolled her eyes.
“Are you joining us tonight?” she asked Kupid.
“I guess so. Crown says he will fly my best friend in, and she said she’s packing her things right now. She’ll be so mad if she doesn’t know that I told her.” Kupid snickered with her eyes on me. I turned to Nisha, who already had her iPad, ready to book the private jet.
“Just give me the details,” she said with a wink.
Nisha knew without me having to tell her that I was feeling Kupid. I didn’t know much about the lady, but I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted her around twenty-four-seven, no matter what I had to do. Last night, I tossed and turned cause she wouldn’t leave my mind. I finally had to go downstairs and take a sleep aid Nisha had bought me for my sleepless nights.
While Kupid called out her homegirl’s info to Nisha, Trae came over and elbowed me in my side.
“Don’t you do it,” he warned.
“Do what, nigga?” I asked, acting oblivious to his warning.
“You know what, dawg. Fuck wit’ the help,” Trae gritted between his teeth.
I kissed my teeth, irritated that he called Kupid the help .
She wasn’t the fuckin’ help. She was the queen of my heart.
“I’m grown.” I reminded him.
“And I’m your manager and your patna. I’m looking out for you. Shit can get reaaaal messy when you fuck wit’ the help.”
I tugged at my chin hair. The ladies were laughing and getting comfortable with one another. That was odd for Nisha. She hadn’t liked any females that came around with me, except for my publicist. Nisha wouldn’t even go out of her way to speak with them, but she was all in Kupid’s face, and I was gon’ make it my business to ask her what she thought about her later. One thing Nisha was going to do was tell me the truth. She never faked anything with me, and that’s one of the reasons I kept her around.
Despite what Trae was talkin’ about, I was still gonna get to know Kupid outside of business. I couldn’t fake the shit, those pictures that were posted of us at the ball game, she looked real fuckin’ good by my side. Hopefully, she’ll be right there again tonight. Crown and Kupid. Yeah, I liked the sound of that shit.
We were in the section turned up. That’s what I got paid to do. Nobody wanted to come to the club to see a celebrity sitting down on their phone all night, not interacting with them. I poured liquor down the ladies’ throats and hyped them up on the microphone to act bad as they wanted. One took it to the extreme to throw her panties in our section, bringing Nisha to want to fight. We had the young lady thrown out and continued with our night. Shots were being poured, and blunts of that good shit were in rotation.
Kupid fucked my head up as soon as she stepped into the section in her black lace jumpsuit. She had pasties covering her nipples and a black thong. She was no longer the bashful lady I had met. On her feet were black heels with red bottoms. Right there, standing in the middle of the section, I fantasized about fucking her with nothing on but those heels.
“Ahhhh shiiit, we got Crown up in this bitch!” the DJ yelled for the tenth time, and each time, the crowd got wild.
The beat to one of my rawest songs, Ride the Beat , dropped, and everyone went crazy. Kupid’s and her homegirl, Asia, began to rap that shit word for word facing one another and pointing, causing me to grin hard as fuck. Trae handed me the mic, and I began to spit my own shit.
Once the song ended, the DJ spun Knuck If You Buck by Crime Mob, and the people kept the same energy. I had to sit down for a moment to smoke and put my eyes on Kupid’s juicy ass. That shit was so sexy, and I knew my eyes weren’t the only ones on her ass. Every time she moved, her cheeks jiggled, hypnotizing me. Her homegirl was fine, too, but she was married with kids, and even if she wasn’t, I was only focused on one person. Kupid.