Kupid Love
kupid love
. . .
I was waaay over my head. Waaay over.
What started as me saying it was for one night only turned into the next day and as much as I hated to say it, Crown did not disappoint. The morning after the first encounter, I’d woken up before him. He was sound asleep, so I dressed and ventured to the kitchen to start breakfast. Well, I cooked for him and helped myself to a yogurt. I don’t know what possessed me to fix that man’s breakfast, but I know what played a big part—pun intended.
Now, we were back in Heartville. It was a quiet ride back on the jet and in the car when taking me back home. Before I stepped out of the car, Crown kissed my forehead, and we left it at that.
Back to reality.
The weekend away was everything I didn’t know I needed. I was happy Crown gave me no choice but to go. Shawn was pushed out of my mind—where he should stay. Even the horrible relationship my mother and I have wasn’t even thought about. That’s what I had thought. I was sitting on my floor in the living room in front of my coffee table, Indian style. I had a glass of wine and my laptop. Today was still my day off, but I wanted to catch up on all the queries on Crown’s social media account and emails. My phone rang, and I instantly regretted not putting it on DND.
It was her.
My oh so lovely Mother.
At first, I wasn’t going to answer it. At all. I know that she’ll keep on calling if I don’t. No matter how much I couldn’t deal with her antics, I never blocked her number.
“Hello?” I answered, attempting to sound lively.
I heard a snort. Like always, bullshit was sure to follow.
“Is that what you’re doing with yourself these days, Kupid? Being a groupie?” she finally said.
Massaging my temples, I swallowed down the harsh words that wanted…no… needed to be said. I try so hard to remain respectful because she is the woman who gave birth to me, but I am sick and tired of how she treats me. It feels as if she is jealous of me. I don’t depend on a man for money. I won’t let any man put his hands on me or treat me poorly. Everything that she does- that just isn’t me. I am stronger than she is, and she can’t stand it.
“A groupie?” I shot out. “I would never.”
I chose not to check what the people reported about me and Crown. Seeing me with him at the basketball game, the club, and now in the Bahamas. Yeaaah… I wasn’t checking for the blogs.
“That’s what the blogs are calling you, girl. Do you know you are embarrassing me?” she continued with the insults. “If anything, you can at least get money from him and send some to me. You haven’t done anything for me lately.”
That had me cackling. I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to. I laughed so hard I was crying. My mama kept asking me what I found so funny, and I couldn’t even respond until I calmed down.
“Send you…send you…wait…” I laughed again and dried my eyes with the bottom of an old Crestview High shirt that I could still fit. “You want me to send you money from a man you say I’m embarrassing you with? But wait, you’re delusional if you think I would help someone who constantly brings me down. Someone who never has a positive word to say when you call. Mama, I love you, but I will love you from a distance. I cannot take any of this shit anymore.”
With that, I hung up and finally blocked her number. Pulling my knees to my chest, I cried. I cried because I was finally choosing myself in our situation, and I cried because as much as I didn’t want to check the blogs, I was going to. I already knew my character was being damaged. People that didn’t even know me.
My phone rang again and I thought maybe she had called from her nigga’s number, but when I saw that it was Asia, I swiftly swiped to the right to answer.
“Soooo…” she started as soon as the call connected. “Your location shows you’re home. Why are you not with that man at his mansion?”
“Because that’s not my maaaan, Asia,” I hooted.
She sucked her teeth. “Friend, I saw a photo of you and my favorite rapper holding hands.” I groaned and palmed my forehead. I should have known that would make the blogs. Crown told me he signed a piece of paper for the woman who had come to clean the townhouse. She was probably auctioning that shit on eBay. I wouldn’t put it past her. “Friend…”
“Hmm?” I hummed.
“Did you and my favorite rapper do the do? You were glowing When we talked while you were in the Bahamas.”
Me and Asia went way back, and she had never crossed me and told any of my secrets and likewise, so I knew I could trust her with anything.
All I could do was nod.
Asia clapped and squealed from excitement. “I knew it! That nigga saw you in a bathing suit and couldn’t resist. You know your body is tea, friend!”
“Do not tell Shama,” I whispered, and Asia waved me away with a flick of her wrist.
“Girl, I don’t pillow talk with my man, and you know that. He’ll eventually find out when you and Crown come out as item anyway.” Asia popped a mini Oreo in her mouth. We eyed each other until she finished chewing and swallowing. Asia washed it down with a glass of milk. Oreos and milk were her favorite snacks. “So, how was it?”
I giggled and let out a soft sigh, remembering how Crown fucked me like a crazy man, and I enjoyed it.
“Girl!” Asia covered her mouth, gasping. “You don’t even have to tell me. That look on your face…Crown put in that work, work!”
“And did!” I yelled.
Asia and I chatted for a couple more hours until Shamar came home with the kids. Now, she had to go into mama mode and get off the phone with me. Asia was my personal diary. It felt good to get a lot off my chest when it was heavy. We talked about my conversation with my Mama, and Asia congratulated me for finally standing up to her. Hell, I was proud of myself.
Downing the rest of my wine, I got the courage to check the blogs on Instagram. There were multiple posts about me and Crown. I had to admit, in the photo where we held hands, we appeared to be a couple on vacation. Crown was turned to me, biting down on his lip. I remember that exact moment. His ass was telling me how he couldn’t wait to get me back to the townhouse to slide back inside of me. I read the comments.
ALISHAXOXO - THIS IS THE SECOND TIME WE’VE SEEN THEM TOGETHER. WHERE SHE COME FROM?
BALLERBOY34 – THOSE FREAKY RAPS MUST BE ‘BOUT HER. SHE THICK AND LOOK LIKE SHE GOT SOME GOOD PUSSY.
DANIELLEFROMTHEVIEW – SHE IS PROBABLY A brOKE BITCH AND LOOKING FOR A COME-UP. MY BOY CROWN CAN’T BE A TRIIIICK.
I swiped off the app and shook my head. My Instagram account was private, but once Crown’s fans found out who I was, I was pretty sure that I’ll have a lot of friend requests and people talking cash shit under all of my photos. They would pick the smallest shit and call it out on my photos. The photo could be flawless, and they’ll still find something wrong. I knew how the game went. It would mostly be the females. The delusional, hardcore fans.
“I need another glass of wine,” I uttered aloud. I stood and stretched my aching legs. My entire body ached from the weekend with Crown.
With my empty glass, I trekked to the kitchen for a refill. Tomorrow, I will be back at Crown’s office to work, but I wasn’t sure how it would be going forward between us. Maybe tomorrow I’ll play sick and avoid him for a day. I did need a day of nothing but rest. My bed and the college basketball games.
When I returned to the living room, my phone lit up. I froze when I saw that it was Crown. My heart raced as I reached for it. The call ended, and I let out a sigh of relief. That was short-lived because the phone rang again.
“Hey, Crown. What’s up?” I tried to sound as if my heart was running a track race.
“Hey, beautiful.” My breathing hitched. “Just wanted to call you personally and let you know I need you to come out to my soundcheck tomorrow.”
My eyebrows pinched. Not because he wanted me to come to soundcheck but because he was returning to work and not resting for a few more days. Crown slept so peacefully in the Bahamas. You could see the exhaustion in his face,
“Um…okay. Why aren’t you taking a couple of more days to yourself?” I had to ask.
“Cause duty call, baby.” I clenched my thighs. “I’m going on tour, and you’re tagging along. I need you to take pictures and post them on my social media. Tickets went up this morning, and all twenty cities are sold out.”
My eyes lit up at the sound of that.
“Congratulations!” I exclaimed.
The call ended, and I cocked my head at it in confusion. My phone lit up again, but this time it was FaceTime. I answered, propping my phone up on my coffee table’s centerpiece. Crown’s handsome face appeared, the deep craters on the side of his cheeks visible. The diamonds in his mouth, ears, and around his neck sparkled.
“Your eyes are low,” he pointed out. “Whathcu drinkin’?”
Smiling, I raised my glass and replied, “Wine.” Crown licked his lips. “Anyways, you’re just giving me a job now because why do you need me to take pictures? You can have someone else do it, and they can email it to me.”
“Nah, I want you there. I want you to see me in action.”
Rolling my eyes, I huffed out, “I guess.”
Crown leaned back. “Tell me, what have you drinkin’?”
I scoffed. I did not want to talk about my Mama again, so I lied. “No reason.”
His eyes narrowed. “Lie again.”
I took a long sip of the wine and told him. Surprisingly, Crown sat back and listened. He didn’t interrupt. He was quiet until I finally stopped venting to the second person of the night.
“Damn, that’s fucked up. Crazy how she called her daughter a groupie.”
I lifted my shoulder. “That’s how she is.” Crown slowly bobbed his head while pulling the hair on his chin. “What?” I quizzed.
“Nun. I’ll send you the address tomorrow morning.”
I sighed exaggeratedly. “Okay.”
Crown chuckled, and I ended the call. That man had the seat of my panties damp, and he didn’t even know it. Maybe he did. He probably did.
At ten-fifteen in the morning, I turned to my side and popped my eyes open. Wiping the crust out of my eyes, I yawned, and then I jolted up in bed. I searched for my phone in bed erratically. Last night, I had one more glass of wine, and that shit put me into a deep sleep once I made it to my bed. I’d fallen half asleep on the sofa, and it took a lot from me to stand and go to my room. Now, I sat in bed trying to remember my and Crown’s conversation. Did he tell me to come this morning, or was I supposed to wait for a text? I wondered.
I picked up my pillows and found my phone underneath. Unlocking it, I navigated to the thread. I had an unread message from him. Well, a few of them.
1 p.m. 536 Byrd Lane.
Don’t come to work wit’ a hangover, beautiful.
I jumped at the sound of loud knocking at my front door.
“Alexa! Show me the front door.”
Showing the front door.
I squinted at the Alexa Echo and saw a man at the door with a bag in his hand. Confused, I stumbled out of bed and grabbed my keys from my dresser, which held my pepper spray on it.
“Fuck!” I hollered, stubbing my toe on the side of my bed as I attempted to grab my robe. That was some pain that took a while to come back from. The man continued to knock.
I rushed down the hall. Peeping out the peephole, I looked closer at him before unlocking the door. I cracked the door open and stuck my head out, looking like a complete mess.
“Can I help you?” I questioned the man.
He smiled. “I have a delivery for you from Mr. Heart.” He dug in the bag, pulled out a plastic bag, and handed it to me.
‘Um, okay. Thanks. Sorry, I just woke up.”
“No problem. Have a great day, Ma’am.”
“Thanks, you too.”
He bopped off whistling, and I shut the door and locked it. Whatever was in the bag smelled good. It made my stomach grumble loudly. Taking it to the table, I undid the knot and pulled the clear container out that held biscuits, bacon, eggs, and in a smaller container was some cut-up fruit.
I popped a strawberry in my mouth and retrieved my phone.
Thanks for the breakfast.
I sent the text and sat down to enjoy the delicious breakfast.
Crown was doing more than what he should be. The Bahamas was cool, and what we did was one weekend. I wasn’t looking for love, a relationship, or anything of that nature. That was just a weekend of fun and no regrets. I didn’t regret it, not one bit. Crown brought something out of me that I didn’t know was there. I just…I couldn’t see myself starting over with another man after five years. It’s like, you have to get to know them, meet their family…all that.
My phone vibrated on the table. Wiping my hands, I picked it up.
No problem, Wifey. Hurry up. I need to lay eyes on you.