“You think I’m something to play with, don’t you?” He gritted his teeth into the receiver, and I held my laugh in. “You’ve ignored me the entire time you’ve been gone, and it ends now!You will come home in two days, and you will step into the role of being my wife. If you don’t, so help me God….”
Seeing as though the line went quiet, I glanced down at my phone to see he had disconnected the call. Clicking on the incoming text from him, my eyes watered at the attachment.
Keep thinking shit is a game with me. We’re both down a father, but only one of us will be left with a mother.
In the attached picture, he was smiling and speaking with my mother. The look on her face was one of kindness, so I knew she was oblivious to what was happening. My heart pounded in my chest at what harm he would do to her.
With shaky fingers, I dialed him back, and he answered immediately. “Ready to see things my way?” I could hear the snideness in his tone. “I knew you would.”
“What do you want from me?” I whispered. I could still hear my brothers in the living room, but they were wrapping up their conversation. “You don’t want this marriage, Chandler.”
"That’s where you’re wrong, baby. I do want to marry you, and whether you want to or not, you’re going to marry me too.” I could hear a female’s voice in his background, but I didn’t care enough to call him out on it. “Just know this, I don’t care where you are or who you’re with… you’re mine, Noemi. If I ever find out you’ve been with anyone behind my back, I’m killing not just him but you too. See you at home,wife.”
Placing my fist into my mouth, I screamed as loud as I could. Chan had a way of frustrating me to the point where I was ready to lash out. I was no longer crying about the situation with us but the potential harm that could happen to my loved ones if I continued to refuse to do things his way. Before I let him hurtanyone in my family because of my own selfish ways, I was going to do what I needed to keep them all safe.
“Mi, you cool?” Rosier knocked on the door to the bedroom, causing me to spin in surprise. “I’ve been calling your name for three minutes.”
“I’m good,” I lied, giving him a crooked smile. “Just checking emails and messages.”
The look he gave me let me know he didn’t believe me, but he said nothing. I wanted to tell him about Chandler, but I didn’t want to cause more problems than I already had.
“Dre and I are going to get out of here.” He stuffed his hands in his jeans as he leaned against the door. “We’re done with business and headed back home. You know we can’t sleep without the girls.”
“Don’t I know it?” I chuckled, still uneasy about the call with Chandler. “It must be nice to have someone waiting on you after a long, stressful day.”
Moving around the room, I grabbed my Brahmin bag and reapplied my gloss. Regardless of what’s transpired, I was going to enjoy my last couple of days here with Jordan. I would deal with the backlash later.
“Let me ask you something…” Rosier pushed off the door and walked further into the room. Standing near the patio door, he placed his hands behind his back and zoned in on the waves of the ocean before glancing over his shoulder at me. “You like that nigga Skip? Before you lie to me, don’t.”
Dropping my purse back on the ottoman, I crossed my arms and raised my brow at him. “Yes, I like him. So, what? Before you say it, I know nothing will come from it. I just want to let my hair down for once and have a little fun before I enter the hell that awaits me. Jordan has been my saving grace in all of this, and I love him for that. We’re friends, nothing more. Okay?”
“Okay…” He smirked and walked back over toward me. “Enjoy your date night with yourfriend.” Wrapping me in his arms, he kissed my forehead before letting me go. “I love you, sis.”
Whistling, I watched my brother waltz out of the room as quickly as he came. I just knew he was going to blow up on me about parading around with another man, knowing I was set to marry. I guess he decided to let me enjoy my last weeks of freedom in peace, and for that, I appreciated him.
“You ready?” Jordan looked over me as I reentered the living room. “You Boudreaux’s don’t respect a nigga’s time for shit.”
“Come on, with your grumpy ass.” I giggled and looped my arm in his. “Just be ready to pay up when your sorry-ass Shooters lose.”
Tonight was my last night in Milly Grove, and I was sad about it. I’ve enjoyed every single moment with Jordan, so going from him back to Chandler was enough to make me cry. Instead of being completely heartbroken about it, I decided to make the best of the time left.
“How was dinner?” Jordan asked from the side of me. “I can’t believe you ate all of that shit.”
“Big Mama don’t play.” I giggled as I snuggled closer to him. He’d hired a driver for the evening, and I was more than happy about it. He’s been adjusting to fatherhood as well as running his businesses, so he needed to cut loose just as much as I did. “I eat everything on my plate.”
“Me too.” His raspy tone caught my attention, and I watched as his eyes roamed my body. “You keep looking this good, and I’m going to fuck around and show you.”
I’ve been trying everything in my power to get this man to fuck me, but his restraint should be studied. From dropping towels to walking around half-naked to even groping him, he’s never made a move past second base. While I admire him for respecting me and the situation with Chandler, I didn’t want to be respected. I wanted Jordan to send me back to Florida with a swollen pussy and rearranged uterus.
“I wish you would…” I murmured as I lay my head on his shoulder.
Between the wine and the wind from the open sunroof, I was getting sleepy. I needed to shake the shit off, though, because we were headed to Club Honey. One thing I love about Jordan is that he doesn’t mind doing whatever I ask him to do. I wouldn’t be able to pay Chan to step foot inside a club if it wasn’t about business. The only way he’d do it is if he was guaranteed a new bitch to fuck at the end of the night.
“You really want a nigga to fuck you, huh?” he said through a smirk as he ran his hand up my thigh. The short skirt I wore tonight was very much intentional. If he changed his mind and finally agreed to fuck me, I’d made sure nothing was in the way that would allow him to change his mind. “You think you can handle that?”
“It’s only one way to find out,” I moaned as his fingers traced the lining of my panties. The partition was down, and I didn’t care if the driver could hear us. In fact, it turned me on even more to think he could. “Do you feel how wet I am, Jordan?”
“Fuck!” he grunted as he pushed my panties to the side, easing a finger inside of me. “You’re tight as fuck, Mi.”
