Kupid Love
kupid love
. . .
“Thaaaaank you, friend!”
“Yeah, appreciate that, Kupid.”
I’d gotten Asia and Shamar backstage passes for the show tonight, magically because the show was completely sold out. That was my way of thanking them for everything they’d done for me. I texted Crown, and he made it happen. Anything for you , he had said. As Crown mentioned, clothes were sent to me to choose from, and he surprised me with a hairdresser and MUA.
I was so embarrassed about last night. Crying out of nowhere, but like Crown said, that would be my last time. I honestly wasn’t sure what the main reason for the tears was. It could have been because I was still hurt from being with someone for years…someone that I loved…only to find out they were cheating on me or the fact that this man wanted to love on me even in my broken state. In his arm, as I laid, I’ve never felt the safest, and that scared me because what if I gave Crown a chance, and we go years, and then he cheats or something? That would make a person end up on First 48 or Snap .
Now, with a sew-in and a cute little makeup beat, I was getting dressed. My bags were packed for the tour. I made up my mind to just wing it. I couldn’t let Shawn get in the way of someone willing to love me correctly. What if Crown was the man for me, and I missed out on my blessing, thinking every man was Shawn? Putting my heart in someone else’s hands was scary, but I couldn’t lie and say I wasn’t enjoying Crown's attention. After a while, his charm just grew on me.
“Hey, Nisha,” I said when I answered my ringing phone. I still hadn’t dug in her ass about that move she made when she booked the reservations for the Bahamas.
“Hey, sis,” she giggled animatedly.
“Not sis,” I mumbled under my breath. Nisha heard it and laughed even louder.
“No, for real. I like you. If I could choose someone for Crown, it would be you. Like, I saw him, and he looks like he finally got some rest,” Nisha said earnestly. “Trae was so against it, but who cares what Trae thinks, right? But today, Trae was like we gotta keep her around.” Nisha snickered.
“Oh wow.” I, too, laughed.
We talked for a few more minutes, and Nisha told me how everything worked. She mentioned that when we left, we would go straight to the tour bus to head to the next town and then check into a hotel to rest. The thought of being on a tour bus for days with Crown was causing me anxiety. It wasn’t too late to pull out, but Crown wouldn’t let me even if I tried. I hope he knows what he wants and that he’s not bullshitting me.
Sitting on the stairs near the stage, where I had a good view of Crown, I took pictures with my phone. Asia was beside me, while Shamar wanted a better view of the concert and stood a few feet away. He rapped song after song, and so did Asia from the top of her lungs. I just rapped the songs I knew.
A few people were yelling my name and snapping pictures. They only knew my name from the blogs. Asia just patted my back and told me, “You’re in the limelight now, friend; get used to it.”
Asia, my best friend, was the first person I confided in about my newfound feelings for Crown and how he had just grown on me. Of course, she did her squealing and clapping of her hands. She kept saying she already knew it was going to happen and that she had been praying for it. My friend was ridiculous.
The venue was so packed. This was my first concert in a long time. Crown had stage presence, and the crowd was fucking with him. When he held the mic out toward the crowd, they sang his lyrics for him. He didn’t even have to rap any of his songs at this point. The crowd would do the job.
Crown was shirtless and sweating. He moved around with so much energy, giving the fans a show for real. I couldn’t stop smiling. I could see why they loved Crown the way they did. He gave them their money’s worth. The song ended, and the beat to Queen of My Heart dropped. The crowd screamed. Me and Asia stood getting ready to scream the lyrics out.
“This song means more to me now, now that I’ve found the queen of my heart,” Crown said, causing me to freeze and Asia poking me with her elbow doing that damn squealing. I glanced over at AD and Trae. Trae winked at me, surprising me since he seemed against it. AD had a big grin on his face.
Crown began rapping the lyrics. Those were some nasty words, and I was glad no kids weren’t allowed at his concerts. That’s one thing I also admire about him. He didn’t allow that. Now, what their parents allowed them to listen to at home was their business.
“There goes Jania!” Asia pointed out.
My head swiveled, and it was as if she felt me look at her because her eyes were on me too, and it wasn’t friendly.
“Fuck is that ho’s problem?” Asia asked, removing her jacket. “Does she know I get active behind you?”
“Girl, it’s okay. She’s mad because she wants Crown,” I said. “She’s not worth it, friend.”
“Oh.” Asia fixed her jacket. “She’s a good sangin’ jealous ho. Guess I won’t be playing her shit anymore, either.”
We laughed and didn’t pay Jania any mind. I wasn’t even sure why she flew to Heartville to this concert because her city was also on Crown’s tour list. She dressed with the bottom of her cheeks spilling out of her white distressed shorts. Jania removed her jacket. Asia cupped her mouth in disbelief. Jania wore a shirt with different photos of Crown printed all over it. She began to rap and dance like a damn fool.
My eyes rolled back over to Crown, who was now motioning with a finger so that I could come to him. Asia gave me a little push. Usually, I wouldn’t have entertained Crown, but now that we were on a different level, my feet moved before I knew it. Jania started moving toward Crown, too, which caused his brows to furrow under the bright stage lights.
“. C’mere, girl,” Crown called out in a husky tone. Jania stopped in her tracks.
“Girl, why would you think he was talking to you!” I could hear Asia holler.
Passing by Jania, I could feel her burning a hole in the side of my face. I didn’t even give Jania the satisfaction of looking her way. AD helped me up the stage, and when the arena noticed me and probably who I was, they started screaming and clapping their hands. I think I heard someone shout, “I knew it!” Crown held his hand out, and I put mine in his.
“Aye DJ! Play that shit back!” Crown hollered.
Queen of My Heart began to play again from the beginning. While still holding my hand, Crown sang the nasty lyrics to me. I was guaranteed to let him do everything he sang to me tonight.
After whooping Nisha and AD’s ass in Uno, Crown pulled me away from them. His luxurious tour bus was very spacious. It had a room at the back with a bed. The bus had black and white marble countertops and a shower with the same finish. On the counter near the sink was a small stove and a microwave above it. There were three bunk beds on top of one another on one side. There was a long sofa and a table in the area where we played Uno. Crown had to have had this custom-made. It was so nice.
He pulled me into the room, shut the door, and then locked it. Crown fell onto the bed and pulled me down with him. The bed was even comfortable.
“What city are we going to next?” I questioned as Crown rolled over and began attacking my neck.
“Houston.”
I giggled as his chin hair tickled my neck. Crown pushed my legs apart with his knee. I slapped his arm.
“Nisha, AD, and Trae are not too far away, Crown.” I gasped when his fingers slithered into my shorts, pushing my panties to the side and entering two fingers inside of me. I bit down on my lip and arched my back.
“I just want to please you right now, love.”
Slowly, Crown began to move his fingers. My legs shook when he curved his fingers.
“Crown,” I exhaled shakily.
“What, Mamas?” He removed his fingers and sucked my juices off them.
When he was done, Crown pulled my bottoms off. Pushing my legs back, Crown dove in. My hands roamed across his waves, pushing his head deeper. Crown slurped, licked, and ate my pussy so good. At one point, I had to grab the pillow and bite into it. The others weren’t dumb. They knew exactly what was going on behind closed doors.
“Turn over and put your ass in the air,” Crown ordered, slapping my thigh.
I did as he told me and got on all fours. Behind me, Crown peeled my cheeks back and began to suck on my pussy from the back. God, this man was so skilled. My nails dug into the mattress as I whimpered, trying to hold back the cries of pleasure. I couldn’t wait to get off this bus and into a hotel room.
Crown pushed fingers back inside of me while still latched onto my clit. He sped his pace up, his tongue and his fingers.
“Fuck!” I hissed. My whimpering was getting louder and louder, and Crown didn’t seem to care.
I felt the bus stop. Did Crown stop? No. This nigga kept eating until I was cuming and messing up the sheets on the bus. My legs were so weak. Crown left and brought back a warm, wet towel and cleaned me up. He also assisted in pulling up my bottoms. While standing, Crown kissed me—a long, deep kiss. I was still on his breath and tasted myself.
Nisha was grinning like a Cheshire cat when we stepped off the bus. She gave me a look like Bitch I know what you were doing back there, but she didn’t say anything. Crown popped a piece of gum in his mouth and then led me by hand to the hotel’s entrance.
After checking in, Crown signed a few autographs and took pictures with excited fans. Crown and I took a private elevator to the penthouse suite. Once we exited, we approached the numbered door with a key card entry. Crown slid the card inside, and it beeped. The door popped open on its own. We entered the spacious entryway that opened to a large living area.
“Fancy,” I giggled.
I looked up at the high ceilings and the marble floors in awe. One side of the wall was all mirrors. A big TV hung on the wall, and underneath, sitting on a long floating wall shelf, was a state-of-the-art sound system. An opulent fireplace was underneath all of that.
I took my phone out to post on my IG and saw that I had so many follow requests, comments, and likes on old pictures. I decided to record a video of the floor-to-ceiling windows that boast skyline views and the French doors that led to a titled patio that held a small private pool.
“Nice, huh?” Crown called out, wrapping an arm around me.
“More than nice. This is gorgeous.” I turned to face him. “Do you get the penthouse suite everywhere you go?”
He nodded. “Yeah. You hungry?”
My stomach growled, answering his question, and we both chuckled.
“It’s late. Can we still order food?”
His head bobbed. “There’s a menu on the refrigerator. Order whatever you want. Order for me, too. Ima smoke.”
I took off to the kitchen area and took that all in, too. There were top-of-the-line appliances and even a wine fridge. I removed the extensive menu and leaned on the granite countertop to go over it. Once my eyes landed on shrimp scampi with garlic bread, I ordered it for myself and Crown. The fridge had good-quality wine. I would drink that. There was bottled water for Crown.
While waiting for the food, I started my shower since my thighs were still a little sticky from earlier. When I stepped out in a while plush robe, Crown was pushing the food tray to the dining area.
“It smells so good,” I moaned.
“Shit, you smell good,” Crown slurred. His ass was high as fuck. He was already removing the lid of one plate and reaching for the bread. Crown’s eyes rolled over me while he took a bite. He was hilarious.
I sat down, and he placed my plate in front of me, and then Crown sat across from me to eat his food.
“Why you ain’t wait for me to shower?” he asked, poking his lips out. I simpered.
“Because you had me all sticky.”
“Shid, you did that.”
I lifted a foot and placed it in his lap. His dick was hard. We both laughed. One of our phones rang.
“It ain’t mine. My shit in my pocket,” Crown said. He stood to grab my phone for me. This pasta was so good for me even to get up. “It’s an unknown number,” he announced, sitting back down. He handed me the phone.
Unlocking it, I placed it on speakerphone because I was still eating.
“Hello?”
“You left me for Crown Heart?”
I winced. Crown snickered as he slurped noodles in his mouth.
“Shawn?”
I knew it was him, but he sounded as if he was on the verge of crying, which tickled the fuck out of Crown.
“Yeah,” he sniffed. “You embarrassed me by going on that stage with that nigga.”
“You’re delusional, Shawn. I embarrassed you? You cheated.” I scoffed with an eye roll. The nerve of him. “You?—”
Crown snatched the phone up.
“Listen nigga, and listen very carefully,” Crown started.
“Really, Kupid? You have me on speaker?” Shawn cried out in a high-pitched tone that I’d never heard coming from him. I even had to cover my mouth to stifle back my laugh when Crown made a damn face.
“Say, man, Kupid is my lady, and since you called, I want to thank you.”
Shawn sniffed. “For what?”
“I want to thank you for cheating nigga. If you hadn’t done that, she’d probably be witcho weak, cry baby ass still. Ima take care of her heart, though. Now, if you call her again…if you email her… or text her, I ain’t gon’ be as nice as I am right now, nigga ,” Crown growled into the phone. He hit the end button and started back eating his food as if he didn’t just threaten Shawn.
“You are so crazy.” I giggled and shook my head.
“Crazy ‘bout you, and I meant everything I said. He better consider my threat carefully. Now eat up,” he told me, pointing to my plate. “I want to finish what we started on the bus.”