Crown Heart
crown heart
. . .
I’ve been to the Bahamas several times to escape Heartville and my career. When I told Kupid to pick a place, I expected her to suggest something like Miami or Vegas. The Bahamas was relaxing, and I was glad Kupid chose it. When she suggested Paris, I would have changed directions if she really wanted me to. It was easy to get Nisha on the phone.
Since it was Valentine’s Day, Nisha booked our stay at The Pink Sand Beach at Valentines. It was a resort and marina. A tropical Bahamian paradise on an exclusive island.
“Heart,” I told the hotel clerk, digging out my wallet for my license.
“Oh, no need, Mr. Heart. We know who you are and were sent over a picture ID from your assistant. We’re just happy to have you here. We’ve heard you been to the Bahamas, but never over here, and we are thrilled!” the beautiful Black woman squealed. She covered her mouth, and that’s when she spotted Kupid. “Oh, you are more beautiful in person.”
Kupid blushed and thanked the woman.
“We’re not a couple,” she said, pointing from her to me. “So please don’t run to the blogs with that story.”
I gave a short, half-suppressed laugh while licking my lips.
“No worries,” the woman replied with a wink. I could tell she didn’t believe Kupid’s story. I mean, it was just she and I on an island. I wouldn’t have believed her ass, either. She pecked on her keyboard momentarily and then handed me a key. “Enjoy your stay, and if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to reach out to us!”
“’Preciate it,” I responded.
“Thanks,” Kupid said.
The weather was warm but windy. It felt good. I had a big bag of weed that I couldn’t wait to sit on the balcony and smoke. The perks of flying on a private jet.
Kupid walked beside me with her hands in the pockets of her sweats. Her head was swiveling, taking the breathtaking view in.
“This is so beautiful,” she gushed. “She said you’ve been here…”
“I have, and I’ve come alone if that’s what you’re asking.” I cut my eyes over to Kupid, who looked away. Yeah, that’s what her ass was wondering.
Nisha had us in a vast townhouse. Once we stepped inside ours, Kupid took off to tour it. We had a full kitchen where a chef would come every morning and night to cook breakfast and dinner for us unless we stepped out to eat somewhere. There was an on-site restaurant for convenience. There was one luxurious marble bathroom with a sunken tub and massive walk-in showers, and then there was a half-bath with a walk-in shower.
“Crown!” I heard Kupid yelling. She was walking so fast that when she bent the corner, she ran right into my chest. I had to reach out to grab her so she wouldn’t fall. I wanted to laugh, seeing her flustered.
“What’s wrong?” I asked instead.
“Why is there only one room?” Kupid pushed out of my arms and folded hers across her chest.
That was news to me, too.
“Shit, I don’t know. There has to be a mistake.” I pulled out my phone to call the front desk while Kupid patted her feet as if rushing me. She was funny as fuck.
I put the phone on speaker, so Kupid’s crazy ass could hear the woman speak.
“I am so sorry, Mr. Heart. We told your assistant we only had a one-bedroom townhouse available because Valentine’s is so busy here. She told us to go ahead and book it, and you two would figure it out. Her words, I swear,” she babbled.
“I’m going to kill Nisha because why would she think that was okay?” Kupid squawked. I watched her pull out her own phone.
“Aight, and another isn’t available with two or more beds?” I asked for clarification.
“No, I am sorry,” she apologized.
“No worries. We’ll make it work,” I told her and disconnected the call.
“Why isn’t she picking up?” Kupid asked.
I snorted through a laugh.
“Nisha has a man, and it’s Valentine’s Day, baby. She knows what you’re calling for. Her shit probably turned off.”
“Why would it be turned off when she’s your assistant? I’m still gonna kill her!” Kupid huffed. “How are we going to make this one-bed work?”
My brows dipped.
“The bed is huge. If you think I’m touching you without your permission, you are wild. I’ll sleep on the sofa, baby. It’s coo’.”
I left Kupid where she was standing to retrieve my weed. I needed to smoke something real bad. I’ve slept on sofas before, so it wouldn’t be a first. I’d sleep on a sofa before I went back and forth about a damn bed. She already had my head pounding.
The briny scent of the ocean water filled my nose as I sat in the freestanding egg chair with a cushion after rolling up inside since it was windy out. Once I took the first hit, I relaxed. My phone rang, and I smiled when I saw that it was the woman who had birthed me.
“Aye, baby,” I answered.
“Happy Valentine’s to my forever Valentiiiine,” she sang out, making me smile.
“Happy Valentine’s Day to my favorite lady. You and Pops landed?”
I’d paid for my parents to spend a few days in Venice. They weren’t home for three hours from another trip before they were on another PJ courtesy of their son.
“Oh my gosh, baby. It’s so beautiful here. Your father is asleep right now. It’s three in the morning here.”
“Why you up?” I queried.
“I had to call my baby. Where are you? I can hear the ocean.”
I snickered at the fact that my mama has been to many islands, and now she knows the sound of the ocean when she hears it.
“The Bahamas,” I answered, puffing my blunt. The ling grew quiet for a moment.
“Alone?” she asked in a whispered tone.
I scratched the side of my face, contemplating whether or not I should tell my mama I wasn’t alone. We were close; therefore, she’d know that if I had a woman with me out of the country, it was a possibility that I was feeling her.
“Nah, I’m not alone,” I told her. “I brought someone here with me.”
I heard the light gasp and chuckled.
“Is it that woman that’s been in the blogs with you, Crown?” she quizzed.
“Why would you think it was her?” I sniggered, then pulled on the blunt.
“Son, I’m your mother. If nobody else knows anything, I know. When have you started taking a female to basketball games and to your hosting just because she works for you now?” She snorted. “Never. So, when I saw the photos, I hummed and minded my business because I knew you liked her. I want you to be careful and make sure you don’t get with anyone who just wants you for your money…for your status…or clout,” she explained.
“She hates to be seen with me, actually. She damn near freaked out ‘bout the basketball game.” I laughed just thinking about it. “She hates the spotlight. Kupid wants to do her job and go home. She fought me about this trip, too.”
“Hmm, I want to meet her. She sounds like a good girl, but I saw what she wore to the club.”
“Ma.” I laughed loudly. “She doesn’t dress like that for work, I swear.” The memory of Kupid in that black lace with the pasties over her nipples had my dick throbbing.
“I guesss. I still want to meet her when we return from Venice,” she said.
“I don’t know ‘bout that. It’ll be a lil’ weird for Kupid to meet my people when we’re not in a relationship. She’s a runner for sure.”
Mama tsk’d. “Turn your charm up a little bit, baby.
I snickered at my mama’s advice, but I also nodded as if she could see me. Nisha had planned a lot for us to do on this trip. It’d allow me to get to know her better and for me to get a feel of her. The way she flipped out about the one bed had me ready to call the pilot back my damn self and say fuck all this shit. That massive ass bed.
For another thirty minutes, I stayed outside, chatting with my mama. I had no idea what Kupid was doing inside. I was getting hungry and thought about heading over to the restaurant. After our call ended, I got up and strolled back into the house. It was quiet until I reached the bedroom. I could hear the shower running. I returned to the room where I’d left my suitcase and carried it to the half bathroom to freshen up.
My stomach felt like it was touching my back when I exited the bathroom. The munchies were hitting a nigga hard. Kupid came from the bedroom in a floral maxi dress and Chanel sandals. Not a hair on her head was out of place.
“Are we going out to eat?” she questioned. “Also…I want to apologize for earlier. I was being overly dramatic. I’m still going to kill Nisha.” We both laughed. I didn’t have a shirt on just yet. Kupid’s eyes glided over me.
“Yeah.” I was high as fuck and knew I was smiling goofily. “Don’t worry ‘bout earlier.”
Sauntering over to the living room area, I took out a wife beater and pulled it over my head, followed by a Gucci shirt that I left unbuttoned. The light blue Valabasas jeans were starched and hanging off my hips. Not too much to where my ass was hanging out, but just enough to where I felt my dick had room. The band of my Gucci boxer briefs was showing.
Kupid had wandered off. I sat down to put on my socks and Gucci sneakers. Another bag held my jewelry. After I had what I wanted to wear tonight, I trekked back to the bathroom to brush my teeth before putting my diamonds in my mouth.
I walked down the long hall and tapped on the slightly closed bedroom door.
“Come in,” Kupid’s melodic voice rang out.
I didn’t open the door. I just called out, “Ready when you are,” and headed back to the front of the house.
Kupid met me in the front.
“Your cologne is…intoxicating.”
“I like to smell good. It’s Y from YSL.”
“Let me spray some of that on my pillow tonight,” she giggled and.p my brows hiked.
“ You wanna smell me even in yo’ sleep?” I joked, causing her to blush.
“Nooo, I just like the scent,” she replied, clearing it up.
I locked up behind us. Kupid’s dress and hair flew back from the wind, making her look like a damn goddess to me. Her fruity scent smelled good to me, too.
“We can go over to the onsite restaurant tonight,” I told her as we began walking. I slowed down so that I could get a glance at Kupid’s ass jiggle in that dress. I bit back the groan that I wanted to escape because it was a sight to see.
“The weather is so nice out here,” Kupid turned back and stated. My eyes swiftly darted up, but I was sure she caught me staring at her ass. Her eyes slightly turned into slits. I stuffed my hands in the pockets of my jeans and grinned.
“Yeah, I love this weather. I love that dress on you, too.”
“,” she grunted, and I shrugged.
“Just stating the obvious and giving you a compliment. You said I smelled good, so where is the harm in complimenting you, Miss Love.”
Kupid pointed a finger at me and shook it. “I guess you’re right.”
We arrived at the restaurant and were quickly seated. As a gentleman, I pulled Kupid’s seat out for her.
“Thanks,” she said softly.
Sitting down across from Kupid, I could tell she was somewhat nervous. Her eyes looked everywhere but on me.
“You have any siblings?” I asked her, starting up a conversation.
“No. You?”
“Nah. It’s just me,” I replied.
The waitress arrived, and her knees almost buckled when she laid eyes on me. She could hardly get her words out.
“What… What… Can… I…”
“I’ll take a sweet tea,” I told her with a smile. The waitress fanned herself with her notepad before turning to Kupid.
“And you, ma’am? I’m sorry. I’m just in shock that is here.” She whispered the last sentence to Kupid, causing me to chortle.
“It’s definitely fine. I’ll take a strawberry margarita frozen with salt,” Kupid told her.
“Do you want an appetizer?” I’ll be back with the drinks.” She scurried off.
“You’re known worldwide,” she teased. “How does that feel?”
My brows hiked. “Truthfully, the shit feels good. When I go on vacation, I try to be as normal as possible, hence the reason I don’t have AD wit’ me, my stylist, or anyone else on my team.”
“I’m on your team.” Kupid cocked her head to the side.
Smirking, I ran a hand over my mouth. “Yeah. I needed some eye candy.”
Kupid kicked me under the table. “I told you that I didn’t want anything to do with a man.”
“I heard you loud and clear, but that still doesn’t mean you didn’t need this trip,” I rebutted.
The waitress arrived with our drinks, took down our main courses, and bounced off again.
“Slow down on that margarita,” I jested.
“I can handle my liquor, Crown.” Kupid winked, bringing me to shift my shit in my jeans.
The conversation began to flow, and I could tell Kupid was finally letting her hair down and opening up to me more. We talked about how she didn’t have a great relationship with her mama and how she wanted Kupid to stay with he ex after he cheated. That shit was insane to me. You would think her mama would want to beat that nigga’s ass wit’ Kupid.
The more she drank, the more she started to talk about herself. Our food arrived at the table, and the conversation stopped as we began to eat. Kupid had salmon with asparagus and a loaded baked potato, while my meal consisted of steak with shrimp, loaded mashed potatoes, and corn on the cob. Kupid’s eyes were already low from the margarita because she was drinking it so quickly. She was on her second one. I knew she was finished when she began to fan herself; she was hot.
“Those margaritas sneaking up on me,” she giggled.
I couldn’t help but smile at the way she was now lit. Kupid’s eyes were tight, and the smile on her face was wide as fuck.
“Yeah, they will do that.”
Kupid began eating with her eyes closed, moaning with every bite. I was squirming like a bitch in my seat.
“This shit is so good,” Kupid cooed. She picked up an asparagus and sucked it in her mouth, then began sucking her fingers. I had to blink a few times to make sure I was seeing this shit for real. Imagining Kupid slurping my dick like that had me reaching over to grab her margarita and take a sip myself.
“Hell, this shit taste like Kool-Aid. That’s why you throwing them back fast. This yo’ last one cause you ‘bout fried.”
Kupid giggled loudly, covering her mouth. “Tell me,” she started before slurping another string of asparagus. I just shook my head. “Why don’t you have a woman?”
“I’ma busy man, baby.”
“She could always go on tour with you, though, unless she has her own business and can’t move like that,” Kupid said, pointing her fork in my direction.
“You can move like that,” I pointed out. I started eating my food again.
Kupid eyes narrowed, and she shook her head in confusion. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying…No, I’m telling you you’re going on tour wit’ me.”
“You want me on your tour bus going from city to city?” She laughed as if I was joking.
“Yeah.” I gulped down the rest of my drink, pushed my plate away, and wiped my mouth with my napkin. I did all that, and Kupid still sat frozen.
“What happened to your last social media manager?” she asked.
“Huh? I ain’t never had one, Kupid. Fuck you talkin’ ‘bout?” I tilted my head to the side.
“Well, then, whose office was it before mine?” she shot back.
“Shit, Nisha’s,” I answered. I licked my lips, placed my elbows on the table, and clasped my hands together. “You must think I keep a bitch at my house or some.”
“I’m not trying to judge, but…”
“Then don’t,” I said, cutting her off. “I was raised better than that.”
“I think I keep asking you this, but what do you want with me, Crown? I thought I was here to handle your social media, but you’re taking me on trips… You keep me on your damn hip.”
I shrugged. “Maybe I want your heart.”