Eye Candy Read Free

ma,” J. Love said, looking around Alvin so that our eyes could meet, “you enjoying the party?”
    Once again, Alvin stepped in front of me to block J.’s view. “Her name is Maya, not ma, but I’m sure you know that, too.”
    J. licked his lips again. “Oh, I know that. I know that very well.”
    I stepped up to defuse any situation. I liked J. Love, I really did, and the public had liked us together. But even though I had forgiven him from tripping with me about the Enquirer story, my heart wasn’t with him. I felt like we had been more for show than anything else. He loved having Maya Morgan on his arm, but he didn’t love Maya Morgan. Not like Alvin did anyway.
    â€œDon’t you have a concert somewhere you need to be performing?” I asked.
    â€œThat’s tomorrow in Tampa. Want me to fly you up?”
    â€œOh, that would be cool,” Alvin said with a big grin. “What time should we be ready to go?”
    I couldn’t help but smile.
    J. Love actually laughed, too. “I like him,” J. said to me. “He’s quick witted.”
    Alvin took my hand.
    â€œAnd a little possessive,” J. Love added.
    â€œBye, J.,” I said, dismissing him.
    But before I could turn and walk away, someone yelled, “Maya, J.! This way!” I was about to go off because the paparazzi wasn’t supposed to be able to get into the VIP area. But then I noticed it was actually the photographer assigned by the party promoters.
    â€œYo, can I get a closer shot of you two?” he asked, motioning between me and J. Love.
    â€œUm, yeah, that’s probably not a good idea.” I held up my hand, which was still intertwined with Alvin’s.
    â€œOh, come on now,” the photographer replied.
    â€œYeah, come on now,” J. Love repeated. “I mean, I’m sure your man won’t mind. Will you, Alvin ?” he said, stressing his name to make sure he got it right.
    Alvin eased in front of me just a bit.
    â€œDude, it’s just a photo,” the photographer said, staring at Alvin like he didn’t understand the problem.
    Alvin looked at me. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do, but all eyes were on me, so I just shrugged. “He’s right. It’s just a stupid picture.”
    Alvin gave me a look like that really wasn’t the answer that he was looking for, but he let my hand go and stepped to the side. I moved closer to J. Love and the photographer immediately began taking pictures of me with J. Love. The flash of the bulbs brought more photographers and before we knew it, there were about five or six photographers snapping away and tossing questions our way. I guess once one of them got in, the rest jumped the rope as well.
    I wanted to stop and ask why they were letting the photographers in VIP, but the last thing I wanted to do was get on their bad side. But when one of them said, “Are you guys back together?” I knew it was time to shut it down.
    â€œOh my God, you guys make such a cute couple!” someone else added.
    â€œSorry, folks, I’m not with J. Love.” I stepped away from him and draped my arm through Alvin’s. “This is my man.”
    In what seemed like a scene out of a movie, the whole place went quiet. Then there were a few snickers, then all-out laughter.
    Then, someone in the back of the room yelled, “Are you freaking kidding me?”
    Finally, a reporter that I actually did like said, “What’s his name?”
    â€œAlvin Martin,” I said. “He’s the sweetest guy you will ever meet.” That made Alvin finally smile. “Here, why don’t you guys get a few shots of us?” I asked, pulling Alvin toward me. One lone camera began flashing as the other photographers actually started putting their cameras up and walking away. I don’t think I’ve ever been so embarrassed in all my life.
    And once again, my boyfriend