Kupid Love
kupid love
. . .
“My heart?” I placed a hand on my chest over my organ.
“Yeah… Aight, I’m feelin’ you, Kupid. It’s just somethin’ about you that wants you around all the time. I’ve been having this feeling since I interviewed you,” I told her.
“You called that an interview?” she snorted, making me laugh.
“What do you call it?” I challenged.
“You were being nosey.”
“Nah, I asked the right questions. You gave me more than I needed to know, but I did appreciate your honesty. It sounded as if you needed to get some shit off your chest anyway.”
My eyes were so heavy. No matter how hard I tried to make them wider, they wouldn’t. Now, Crown was finishing off my second margarita.
“Maybe I did,” I agreed. “Still, it was the wrong place and definitely the wrong time.”
I brushed off Crown, telling me that he was feeling me. What was I supposed to do with that when I wasn’t looking for anything that had to do with a man? I didn’t care that this fine man before me had millions. I didn’t care that he was famous and had hit record after hit record. I didn’t care that he brought me to Jamaica on a private jet. Crown was right. I needed to get away.
“You ready to get up outta here? Nisha has a long itinerary for us to do while we’re here, including snorkeling. You down to do that shit?” He finished the rest of my drink, and the glass clinked down on the table.
“You only live once. I’m down for whatever,” I told him, gaining a smile from Crown.
“Anything?” he countered.
I waved him off. “You know what I mean.”
The house was beautiful, but I wished they hadn’t booked us a one-bedroom. I felt terrible putting Crown on the couch when the bed was big enough for both of us. Sleeping in a bed with a man felt so intimate, and sleeping in a bed with a man who wasn’t my man felt wrong.
Now, back at the house with a full stomach and floating from the alcohol, I kicked off my sandals at the door, and when I went to take a step, I fell forward. I thought my life was over until a strong pair of hands kept me from the floor.
“You a lil’ tipsy, ain’t it?” Crown snickered, helping me to my feet. His arm brushed against my breasts. His touch made my nipples pebble against the soft fabric.
“Just a little bit. Thanks for catching my clumsy ass.” Embarrassed, I fixed my clothes.
I slowly spun around, and my breathing hitched once I did. Crown was pulling his shirt over his head. His abs, tattoos, and the hairy trail leading down were on full display. My pussy throbbed. She hadn’t been touched in a few weeks; she didn’t know how to act.
“What?” Crown queried. “You need help to the room?”
“Oh, um…no. I…” I was stammering over my words like a fool. “I’m good.”
I left Crown standing in that spot. Either the drinks or he was making my body hot. I mentally noted to slow down on those fruity drinks in the next few days. I’d already embarrassed myself once, and that was one too many. Crown probably was thinking I was a damn nut case by now.
The throbbing feeling between my legs wouldn’t stop as I scurried off to the room. Locking the door behind me, I stripped out of my clothes. I took the longest time in my first shower here. Everything about this townhouse was luxurious.
After my shower, I felt like I was sobering up a bit. Now dressed in a pink and white striped pajama short set with a spaghetti-strapped top, barefooted, I went to retrieve a bottle of water. Crown was in the living room area, hooking up his game system.
“You go on vacation and bring your PS5?” I teased, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Every time,” Crown uttered without turning around. He was focused on hooking the cords up.
Crown was still shirtless and now in ball shorts. I could smell the masculine soap he’d used in the shower lingering in the air. When I went on a tour of this house, the bathroom he used was nice but didn’t have anything on the one in the master bedroom. I was feeling bad again. Crown was spending his hard-earned money on this trip, and I was in the big bed and massive shower.
“When you do get tired, you can have the other side of the bed. You’re paying for all of this so…it’s only right.” I took off toward the kitchen after getting that off my chest. Once I retrieved my water and a few grapes from the refrigerator, instead of going back to the room, I went through the sliding door to sit outside by the pool. I wouldn’t stay outside too long since I’d showered.
My phone rang as soon as I sat down. It was Asia.
“Hey, girl,” I answered as I chewed a green grape.
“How is it?”
“Beautiful. We’re gonna have to make a girl’s trip back here,” I said.
“Mmhmm, on your dime.” I sucked my teeth and laughed. “Where is my favorite rapper?”
“Did you call me to talk to your favorite rapper or me, Asia?” We laughed.
“You, of course, friend, but where is he?”
“On his game,” I replied, eating another grape. They were nice enough to have the kitchen stocked with a variety of fruit.
This time Asia sucked her teeth. “He brought his game when he has a fine ass woman in the Bahamas with him?”
“I am not his entertainment. We did just come from dinner and girl… The drinks will have you on your ass. I was drinking this margarita so fast because it was so fruity…”
“And your ass got tipsy,” Asia finished for me. She giggled. “That drunk sex is the best after makeup sex. You shouldn’t even be on the phone with me. You should be bent over taking back shots.”
“I am not letting that man fuck me, Asia.”
“What, man?” a raspy voice called out.
I jumped at the sound of Crown’s voice. Asia was on speakerphone and was now squealing. This why I shouldn’t even be talking to her ass.
“Uh…” I couldn’t even think fast enough. Crown pulled on his blunt, eyeing me intensely. “Get off my phone, Asia,” I whispered. She giggled as I pressed the red circle to end the call. That’s what I got for having her on speaker, and my back turned to the house where I couldn’t see Crown coming out. “Why would you sneak behind me like that,” I said to save face. “Mosquitos are going to tear you up.”
With smoke in his lungs, he coughed out, “They not gon fuck wit’ me.” He sat down on a lawn chair, facing me. “What nigga you not gon let fuck on you?”
I groaned. “You.”
Crown laughed. “I don’t want that dry-ass pussy, no way.”
My jaw slacked. “Ain’t shit dry over here,” I smacked, growing pissed at the nerve of him to talk to me like that.”
“Calm down,” Crown snickered as he pulled on the blunt, “I was just jokin’. I don’t know if yo’ shit dry or wet.”
My face grew hot. Standing, I was finished with this conversation. I’d sobered up.
“Damn you mad, huh? Guess that means I have to take my ass to the couch.” Crown chuckled.
Ignoring him, I trekked back inside the house. I thought about locking Crown out, but the front desk wouldn’t do anything but break their necks trying to get him another key made.
Back inside, I eyed his game. Niggas hate when their game is fucked with. I strolled over to the control and started pressing buttons because I had no idea what I was doing, and I wasn’t sure what game Crown was playing. He hadn’t come back inside yet, so I sat, getting comfortable as I began trying to figure out how to make the gun shoot. Once I finally figured it out, it was over with.
“Yo! What the fuck!” Crown barked, jogging over. He attempted to snatch the controller from me, but I was too quick for him in the high state that he was in. I ran away and was still playing the game.
The mug Crown was giving me was hilarious.
“All because I said your pussy was dry? Really, Kupid?” he muttered. “You fuckin’ up my stats, mane.”
I was behind the sofa. Crown huffed and sat down with his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands.”
“I’m really good at this!” I exclaimed to piss him off even further.
“You really suck.”
“No, you sucked because I’m helping you out,” I countered.
“You gon feel my wrath if you don’t hand my controller over, and I ain’t playin’.” Rolling my eyes, I tossed the controller over to him on the sofa. It almost fell, but Crown caught it in time. My brows rose, and so did his. “You pushin’ it.”
I waved him off with a flick of my wrist. “Whatever.”
Pivoting, I headed toward the room. Before I could even reach the door, I was snatched back and thrown over Crown’s shoulder, squealing.
“Wait!” I hollered when I heard the screen door open. “Where are you taking me?” I tried to turn my body, but the way Crown held me, I couldn’t see much. However, I could smell the scent of the chlorine in the pool get stronger and stronger. “Waaaaait!” I screamed out, but my screams fell on deaf ears once I was tossed in the air, and then water consumed me.
When I came up and spit out water, Crown was nowhere to be found.
“Stupid, nigga!”
Once I made it to shallow feet and could now walk, my pajama shorts were falling. They were heavy from the water. Picking them up, I held onto my shorts. There was a breeze, and now I was freezing. I stomped angrily up the pool steps and to the sliding door, where surprisingly, a towel was waiting for me.
“Stupid nice nigga,” I uttered, draping the towel around me. My teeth chattered a little bit.
Sliding the door open, I peek my head in. Crown was nowhere to be found. I stepped in, closed, and locked the door before walking to the room. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed a lump under the sheets.
“I know you fucking lying,” I spat. “I should throw your game system in the pool.”
“I can buy another, but you wouldn’t do that shit,” Crown said. He was lying comfortably on his stomach.
In the bathroom, I showered again and changed into another pair of pajamas. The clothes that were picked out for me were nice. They were exactly my size. This time, I was in a striped nightgown that stopped mid-thigh. I took my time moisturizing my body with EOS lotion and a body oil just like I did the first until that man…that damn man threw me in the pool.
Crown was snoring lightly when I emerged from the bathroom, still on his stomach. I padded to the other side of the bed and peeled the sheets back. Tucked in the bed on my side, I grabbed my phone and texted Nisha before powering it off.
I’ma kill you.
The following day, Crown was up before me. Shirtless, he was leaning against the kitchen counter, drinking coffee. He smirked as soon as his eyes dragged over to me.
“Good morning, sunshine. You ready to start our day?”
Rolling my eyes, I meandered to the breakfast spread on the island in the middle of the kitchen. Steam was still coming from the pans. I picked up a plate and grabbed a cinnamon roll, scrambled eggs, bacon, grits, and a Belgian waffle. My eyes met Crown’s low globes.
“When are you not high?” I grumbled. “Have you eaten?”
He snickered and pushed off the cabinet. “How are you gon talk shit and ask if I’ve eaten in the same breath? I haven’t. I need this coffee first. You have an appetite this morning.” I sat at the island on a barstool and began eating, ignoring Crown who snickered. “How the water feel last night?”
I flicked him off, which did nothing but cause Crown to snicker again.
“Your mama ever tell you never to get a Black woman’s hair wet?” I asked, cocking my head to the side while nibbling on a piece of bacon.
“You have ever been told never to fuck with a nigga’s game system?” Crown shot back with a serious face.
“No,” I scoffed. “It’s just a game.”
“And it’s just hair.”
We glowered at each other.
There was a knock on the door, which finally caused us to look away from each other. Crown put his coffee cup down and ambled away to answer the door. I stretched my neck to see who was knocking this early.
“Probably some groupies,” I uttered, spooning grits in my mouth.
Crown reappeared with two women. One was pushing in a rack of clothes.
“These ladies will get you together once you’re done eating,” he told me. Crown started fixing himself a plate. He even offered the ladies some food. One made herself a plate and the other a cup of coffee.
Like I said, he was a stupid nice nigga.