Crown Heart
crown heart
. . .
I tossed and turned last night, so this morning, I was no fuckin’ good, but I had a job to do that couldn’t be pushed back. Because Kupid was drinking wine last night, I figured she might be struggling this morning, so I sent her breakfast. At 12:45 p.m., I was in the back of the car, replying to messages from Nisha and Trae, heading to rehearsals. It was just for one day. I never had to do too much while performing. There were no dancers. All I had to do was rap, and the crowd fucked wit’ me.
Kupid wasn’t needed today—I just wanted her there. As she said, I will just be making up a job for her ass. I blame her for me tossing and turning because she wasn’t by my side. Ain’t gon’ lie, I thought about popping up on her last night just to get in her bed with her, but Kupid tried to push the issue that she wasn’t tryin’ to fuck wit’ a nigga like that.
That intrigued me more. I had long fuckin’ money, and she still wasn’t tryin’ to fuck with me on a different level than just being her boss. Even after we took shit further in the Bahamas. My ass kind of feels used.
Arriving at tour rehearsals, Trae immediately met me and had me confirm the song lineup. While we walked to the stage, because, of course, the first city would be Heartville, I swiftly rolled my eyes over the piece of paper. Yawning, I nodded and handed it back to Trae.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I let him know.
“Nigga, you ain’t get sleep in the Bahamas?” He chuckled.
Joke was on him, though.
“The best sleep.”
Trae shook his head. I paid him no mind because my wife came into view. Ignoring the bullshit he had begun to mumble, I took off to meet her. Kupid had taken her braids down, and she was sporting her natural hair in a poofy, high bun. She wore a plain white T-shirt and tan wide-leg pants. The Louis Vuitton purse I’d copped her over the weekend was in her hands. The one she tried to tell me she didn’t want, but here she was. She looked so businesswoman-like, yet so fuckin’ sexy. I eyed the bathroom and wondered if I could quickly sneak her inside.
“’Sup, beautiful. You look nice,” I greeted her.
Kupid’s eyes stretched as she peered around.
“Crown…there are people around,” she whispered. Kupid gave a woman walking by a fake smile and then focused back on me.
“Shit, my bad, baby…I mean, Ms. Love. How’s your morning goin’?”
She touched her hair. “Well, I was rushing this morning taking my hair done and didn’t have much time to do anything with it, so I hope I’m still looking presentable. Hopefully, paparazzi isn’t lurking anywhere nearby.” Kupid nervously tittered.
My eyes roamed over Kupid. “You look good to me.”
“Crown!” Trae yelled from behind me louder than he knew he should have. “They ready for you!”
“So, you just want me to take pictures and post them on your social media?” Kupid asked. We began our walk to the stage.
“Yeah.” I nodded. “I want the fans to get some behind-the-scenes of the tour. Ya know… Get them hyped. They deserve the shit since they cashed out on a nigga. Those tickets weren’t cheap.”
Kupid pushed me. “They love you. I hope you’re going home to rest after this. You look tired.”
I sighed. “I am. I ain’t get much sleep last night since you weren’t there.”
“Don’t blame it on me.” She giggled.
I was more serious than a heart attack.
“If you get hungry, they have a room set up with food and drinks,” I told her as I began to amble off toward the stage's steps. I ignored the look Trae was giving me.
Kupid dug into the purse and pulled out her phone. Soundcheck began, and when it was over, hopefully, I could get a little of her time.
Two hours later…
I needed a break. I need to smoke and eat.
Sliding the mic back in the stand, I trekked off the stage, Kupid meeting me halfway.
“Am I done for the day?” she queried, slipping her phone into the purse.
I shook my head and guided her by the small of her back. Kupid tensed, but she didn’t say anything. Guiding her down a hallway, I made sure no one was around, brought her into the dressing room with me, and locked it. Before Kupid could stop me, my mouth was on hers.
Kupid didn’t push me away. She welcomed the kiss until I pulled away.
“Lemme put it in.” I gripped my hard dick in the Nike joggers I wore.
“We shouldn’t even be in here doing this, Crown.” Kupid tapped my nose with the tip of her nail.
Wrapping my arms around her, my hands slid to her ass and gripped it.
“You know you missed me last night, too.”
Kupid cackled softly. “No.”
“Yeah, aight.” I tugged at her pants, and Kupid began laughing. A loud knock at the door caused her to jump. “Yeah?!” I hollered, not wasting time walking to open it. My hands were tied.
“How long you breakin’ for, nigga?” Trae called out. I frowned.
“However long I want to. Smoke or somn’, Trae. I’m busy!”
“He acts like he doesn’t like me,” Kupid whispered. “This right here,” she stated, pointing from her to me, “is unprofessional.”
I pecked her lips. Since Kupid didn’t deny that, I gripped her chin and slipped my tongue inside her mouth.
“I want you to be mine,” I told her when the kiss ended, but our foreheads remained touching.
“Crown…” she groaned. “I just…”
“Fuck that nigga. I’m really him, Kupid. Ima treat you like the queen you are, Kupid Love. Stop playin’ wit’ me.”
“I um… I’m a lil’ hungry.” Kupid took a few steps back and moved around me toward the table that held food. “Have you eaten? Do you want me to fix you a plate?”
My cheeks lifted. “Nah. You livin’ up to ya name.”
“What, Kupid?” she asked.
“Nah, Wifey.”
Kupid huffed. “Stop calling me that. What do you want on your plate?”
“A lil’ bit of everything and you.”
It was fun seeing Kupid squirm and blushing ‘cause of me. She might as well just give and be wit’ a nigga ‘cause I would continue to wear her ass down until she was.
We ate and chopped it up for thirty minutes before Trae buggin’ ass began knocking on my door again. Frustrated that I had to get back to work and not be all up in my girl’s face because Kupid was my girl now, even if she didn’t know it, I helped Kupid clean up, and then I unlocked the door after sneaking another kiss from her. She palmed my face that time with a laugh. Trae was standing there with a mug on his face.
“Fix yo’ face nigga fo’ I find anotha manager,” I threatened. Kupid ain’t do shit to that nigga for him to be lookin’ how he was. He fixed his face expeditiously, too, and walked off. Turning to Kupid, I said, “Lemme walk you to yo’ car.”
“Oh,” she said, sounding surprised. “You don’t need me anymore?”
“Did you get good pictures of me? Did you get my good angles,” I jested. She snickered and nodded. “Well, go home. I know you’re still tired from the trip.”
Kupid held up her hand, her thumb and pointer finger close together. “Just a lil’, but I did get good pictures. I will take a nap and then make a few posts on your social media. I’m sure your fans stalk your social media all morning and night.”
A few people were outside, so I didn’t lean in and get another kiss from Kupid ‘cause I knew she didn’t want that. I already had it in my mind that when I left from here, I was heading to her shit to go to sleep.; To get some good sleep and maybe some pussy too.
Back inside the venue, I marched up to Trae’s ass to check him on some shit. AD was sitting on the edge of the stage, texting on his phone. He chucked his chin up at me since he wasn’t here before, and this was my first time seeing his ass since I had been back in the States. I returned the gesture and then turned back to Trae. I ran my hands down my face slowly.
“Look nigga, you ever make Kupid feel uncomfortable again, friends or not, we have done business-wise. You my fuckin’ manager. You manage my fuckin’ music career, not my love life. Not who the fuck I stick my dick into. I hope we clear on that shit, and when Kupid comes on tour wit’ us, she better feel comfortable.”
“Aight, bro. I just don’t want you to get off yo’ shit behind a female,” Trae responded.
I kissed my teeth. “Maaaan. I’m fuckin’ , nigga.”
We laughed, but I was serious about Kupid. If she ever felt unwelcome or uncomfortable, it was a wrap for whoever on my team was making her feel that way.
Rehearsals wrapped up about three hours later, and I went to the crib to smoke and shower. After that, I was taking my ass to Kupid’s for the night.
“What are you doing here?” Kupid questioned me after opening her door. Her body blocked me from entering. She wore lil’ cotton shorts and a tank top exposing her stomach. Her hair was no longer in the bun but straightened and all over her head. She must have come home and taken a nap because now she was all bright-eyed.
Running a hand down her head, I massaged her scalp. Kupid’s eyes fluttered closed and I walked us backward inside her place and locked the door.
She cracked, “You are really slick.”
Kupid moved out of my reach and turned to walk away. Her cheeks were on display as she walked away, ass jiggling from every step she took. Kupid disappeared into her kitchen, and I took off down the hallway to find her room. I was tired and ready to lie down with my woman.
Once I stripped down, I got in her bed and covered myself up. Her bed smelled just like her. Some fruity, peachy shit. I’d closed my eyes when I heard Kupid call out.
“Crown?!” The light flicked on. “I know you fucking lying!”
“Stop being so loud, and come get in this bed, girl. Lemme rub on yo’ booty till I fall asleep,” I mumbled into the pillow.
Huffing and puffing, Kupid turned the light off and obliged. I’m not sure what Kupid thought this was, but when she laid down on the other side and ain’t try to come over where I was, I took it upon myself to roll her ass to me until we were face to face.
“Crown,” she exhaled when my lips began to peck her. “Why do you keep doing this?”
My brows furrowed. Now that the light was off, it was dark in the room, so she probably couldn’t see my confused expression.
“I’m not gon’ stop till you mine, Kupid. I mean, I’m not that unhinged where I can’t take no for an answer, but shit, you seem to be lovin’ my affection ‘n shit. I’m not yo’ ex, baby. I know how to value something when I know it’s worth,” I told her. I wasn’t expecting Kupid to snivel. Bringing her into my body, I held her tightly. “Why you cryin’, man?”
Kupid shrugged the shoulder that she wasn’t laying on. I wasn’t taking that for a damn answer, but I wasn’t gon’ push her right now to tell me until she finished getting all that crying out of her system.
“Ima let you cry, Kupid, but on me, this cryin’ ova a nigga that hurt you gon’ stop tonight. This gon’ be the last time, love.”
I held Kupid until the sobs were replaced by light snores.
The next morning, I had a long day ahead of me because the tour was starting, and we were in Heartville tonight at Heartville Coliseum. Something about sleeping near Kupid had me in a deep slumber and me waking up late. I woke up to Kupid shaking me.
“Crown, wake up. Nisha is texting me, asking if you are with me. She said your barber is looking for you.”
“Fuck,” I uttered. Stretching, I popped one eye open. Kupid was now in a lavender sweatsuit, the top being cropped. I rose and smiled at Kupid’s beautiful ass. “Pack some shit up. You goin’ on tour wit’ me.” I got out of bed. “I’ll have some clothes sent to you for the show tonight.”
“I don’t have a say in anything, do I?” When I looked at her she was grinning with her arms across her chest.
“You do, but not today.” I winked and picked my phone up to text Nisha as I strolled to Kupid’s bathroom. “You got an extra toothbrush?” I called out over my shoulder.
“In the left drawer, I should have a brand new pack!” Kupid yelled back.
After handling my business in the bathroom, I found Kupid fixing her bed. Walking up to her as she leaned over, I pressed my crotch against her ass. Kupid stood and pushed me back with an elbow.
“You heard what I said last night, Kupid. Make that yo’ last time cryin’ ‘bout that lil’ situation. You wit’ a big dawg now, fuck that lil puppy,” I told her, rubbing on her ass.
“How are you going to tell me that I’m in a relationship with you, Crown,” she rebutted.
“So you sayin’ you don’t want to be?” I queried.
“I didn’t say that…” she started, turning around. I halted her words with a deep kiss. If I weren’t pressed for time, I’d go some rounds with Kupid.
“Exactly. Let it be.” I finally stepped back and removed my hands from Kupid. “You should have an itinerary sent to you for today. I’ll see you at the show tonight.”
“An itinerary?” she questioned, frowning up.
“Yeah, my lady gotta look at fly as me. Plus, yo’ head all over the place.” I chuckled as Kupid touched her hair and then flicked me off.
“Oh baby, trust…I can’t wait.”
Kupid shook her head with a smile on her face. That’s exactly how I wanted her to stay—with a smile on her face.