Chapter 9 #2
Were the signs always there, and I just chose to ignore them?
Yeah, they had been there for three years—had to be around the time his fiancée came back into the picture.
It was fucking silly of me to think he was just working so hard to secure our future together, when the whole time, he was out making a fucking fool of me.
Why would he ever think I was into that poly shit?
I had been an only child my whole life, so naturally, I didn’t like to share—not my toys, clothes, shoes, or my fucking man.
When I made it home, I took a hot shower as I cried my last cry for Liam. I honestly did love him and felt terrible for creeping with Emery behind his back. Now I was glad I did.
I got out of the shower and didn’t even bother to do my nightly routine. I dried off, slipped on my t-shirt pajamas, went down to my freezer, pulled out my stash of tequila, and began taking shots. I turned on some Anita Baker, lit some candles, and drowned myself in alcohol.
Between my family and Liam, I just wanted to disappear for a while. I tried to call my best friend and Chanel, but I didn’t want to burden them with my shit, especially Chanel. I was on the fence about her actions yesterday afternoon, so I needed to address her this weekend about it.
My phone buzzed with a text alert as I grabbed it and saw that it was Emery.
Emery: Put on some lingerie and keep on those heels you had on earlier. I’m headed your way.
I shook my head and turned my phone off.
As much as I wanted to be tossed around my house by his fine ass, I just wasn’t in the mood tonight.
It probably would do me some good to be distracted from feeling as if I hadn’t been played by the man I devoted my life and time to for the past six years, but I couldn’t give in to Emery’s overzealous ways.
With my parents and cousin down my throat about him, I knew if I gave in, they would never approve or forgive me.
I was pretty sure they would write me off because the hate was very much so real, and I couldn’t understand why.
I mean, yes, the Aldanas weren’t exactly squeaky clean, but to hate someone for how they chose to live their lives was a bit over-the-top.
And to not have my mother on my side was even worse.
I swiped the tear that slid down my cheek and took another swig of the liquor.
By glass number five, I was feeling tipsy and decided to lie down until loud knocks came upon my door.
I stilled and looked at the door as if someone was going to open it for me.
Putting the glass down, I walked to the window and saw that it was Emery.
I should have known he was going to show up, even if I wasn’t home.
His ass always showed up to wherever I was, and I believe he’d put a tracker on my car or phone.
I looked in the mirror by the door to make sure I didn’t look crazy. There was nothing I could do about the melancholy plaguing my eyes from crying, and I knew he would detect that I had been doing just that.
“Shit,” I cursed.
“Open up, Yummy.”
“Go away, Emery.”
“We both know I’m not doing that. Either you open up, or I’m going to break in. It’s up to you.”
“Why are you like this? Please, I need to be alone tonight.” I pressed my back against the wall as my eyes welled up again. I hated this. I hated Liam’s tacky ass for playing me the way that he did. If I had a gun, I’d probably go shoot his dick off.
Hearing the doorknob jiggling, I looked down at it with a frown.
“Emery, what are you doing?” I didn’t get a reply, because the knob twisted, and the door opened. I stood in complete shock at his actions. “What the fuck?”
“To avoid me doing shit that may be unhinged, I suggest you stop trying to block my access to you.”
“Emery, y-you can’t do shit like that. This is crazy!”
“Then stop doing the opposite of what I ask you to do.” He picked up a duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder while coming all the way inside.
He closed and locked the door, then walked through my house.
I couldn’t open my mouth to speak because one: I was drunk, and two: I was still baffled at how he was able to get inside my house.
The Emery I used to know didn’t behave this way.
He was more reserved and somewhat chill for the most part.
But this Emery was something different, something that turned me on but made me a little scared.
“Yummy.” I looked over at him. “Come here.” I moved away from the door and met him in the center of the living room. He grabbed my chin with his thumb and pointer finger and lifted my head to look into his eyes. “What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t say that shit when you know you’re lying.”
“It’s not a big deal. Just leave it alone.”
“I want to give you that, baby, but those eyes are sad, and I don’t like that shit. Now, either you tell me, or I’m going to find out on my own.”
My head fell back as I pouted and took a seat on the couch. I took his hand and pulled him next to me, then lay my head on his chest. “If I tell you, you have to promise me you won’t get involved.”
“I can’t promise you that.”
“Please, Emmy. If you love me like you say you do, then you would do that for me.”
He sighed. “Fine. I promise.” I searched his eyes before I began telling him what happened with my parents, Zeke, and then that bastard Liam.
“You should let me break your cousin’s legs and set ya boy’s house on fire with him in it.”
“See, that’s why I didn’t want to tell you. I don’t want you to do any of those things.”
“Listen, fuck all of them, in my opinion. Ya people have been acting fucked up toward my family and me for a while. While I don’t give a fuck what they think about my family or me, I do give a fuck about how they’re treating you.
As far as Screech, I can get his ass done up.
I already wanna give him Chinese cuts and watch him bleed to death for fucking my wife, and now that he played you, I really want to pour acid on him and watch him deteriorate. ”
I stared at his profile, trying to see if he was joshing, but the look on his face told me that he was serious. “When did you become this violent person?”
“When I had to give up my life for shit I didn’t ask for and lose my first love because of it.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through that, Emery. Do you plan to stop at all?”
“I told you already that this won’t be a thing in a minute.
I gave you your ultimatum, but since I’m God’s favorite, he removed that nigga so I wouldn’t have to.
I’ll still give you that month to get that clown out of your system.
When these next twenty-nine days are over, we’re going to Antigua, getting married, then going over to Fiji for a two-week honeymoon.
“During that time, I’m going to be letting off shots in your womb so you can give me my baby boy or girl, .
. . whichever one God wants us to have first. Just know for the next three or four years, you ain’t gon’ be shit but barefoot, pregnant, well taken care of, and properly fucked for the rest of your life. ”
My body shivered as I pictured everything he just said to me. Damn, this man. I had never known him to speak so clearly about us, but apparently, this Emery was holding no bars.
“You got this all figured out, huh?”
“I had it figured out the first time I saw your pretty ass walking down the hall at Cody High. Just was too young and too focused on this family franchise to pursue it.” He grabbed my nose lightly.
“Now, come on. Ya man is tired as shit. Since you killed my fantasy, I’ll take a rain check for tonight.
I want to shower and hold you until morning when we have to part ways.
” He stood, picked up his bag, and then held out his hand for me.
I took it and lifted from the couch, and he went around my house, making sure the windows and doors were locked, the alarm was set, and the lights were off.
I didn’t say a word, but my mind was moving a mile a minute.
This man had my heart racing and pussy purring just from his words alone.
Not only was I turned on, but he had me questioning exactly what the hell I was doing with Liam in the first place when it was evident that my heart still beat for him.
I didn’t know what was going to become of us, if Emery had it his way; it’d be just how he described it to be.