Page 74 of Mafia Kings & Wedding Rings
“You can’t say that don’t make sense. She’s about to be walking around with my baby inside her fucking with another man? Don’t that seem kind of trifling?”
“Oh my God!” Jordan groaned. “That might make sense if Emerald was your wife. Ivo, stop talking. You sound like a fucking cave man!” Jordan held up a hand to tune me out, or so she thought.
Both of them had me fucked up.
“Emerald, do not listen to him. You are free to live your life however you want,” Jordan insisted.
I was glad when the doctor finally emerged and called Emerald into the exam room about fifteen minutes later. She had to get bloodwork, an ultrasound, and be evaluated with a psychiatrist. They said it would take about an hour or so. While she did that, Jordan and I were escorted to an office with our lawyer and a representative for the clinic that would present us with all the paperwork to go forward with things. Emerald eventually joined us, and the doctor presented us with her physical results.
After a clean bill of health, she set an appointment to start her first round of hormones so she could get her body ready for implantation. Jordan and I didn’t have to be present for that. The team was just going to show her how to administer the drugs herself and give her a supply to take home. Once we signed all the paperwork and got copies, the lawyers and doctors dismissed us. I was more than ready to get the fuck out of here and smoke a blunt. The only thing on my mind was Emerald and this nigga she thought she was about to be entertaining.
“I’m going to use the bathroom. Em, I want you and Sapphire over for dinner Thursday, around seven.” Jordan stood and flung her purse over her shoulder.
“I will talk to him about it and make sure he doesn’t have plans. I know that he has a game tonight.”
“Ivo, I can meet you in the car.” Jordan picked up the folder with the information in it and marched toward the door.
When she was gone there was no way to avoid the icy daggers Emerald shot my way. Picking up her purse and the same folder that Jordan had, she moved past me without a word.
“Emerald, I’m trying not to spaz the fuck out on you right now.”
Before bypassing me, she paused, her body mist smacking me in the face and making my dick stretch without my permission. I’d waited years to smash, and now that I had, mybody craved hers. When Jordan and I fucked the other night, there was a complete disconnect. In order to even get through it, I had to pretend that she was Emerald. None of this shit was right.
“You got a lot of fucking nerve, Ivo,” she quipped. “You lied to me, and you played me. I guess that’s what I get for trusting you. This ain’t nothing but some kind of twisted ass game to you, and I’m not playing it.”
“The fuck you talking about? This shit is far from a fucking game,” I sneered, brows pulling together in a grim frown. “I fucked up. I should have called you.”
“But you didn’t. You know why? Because you’re married.” She pointed out the obvious. “We don’t have anything. I’m carrying this baby for you, and that’s it. I don’t want to be close to you. I don’t want to spend time with you. I don’t even fucking like you.”
“Cap,” I called her out and stepped closer, watching her lose control of her breathing as I invaded her space.
Reaching out, I cuffed her neck in my hand and leaned toward her. Her glossed-over eyes searched mine, and goosebumps swept over her skin.
“No.” She yanked away from me. “You don’t get to touch me or talk to me like that. Save that for Jordan. You remember her, right? The one you took to our spot at the creek and proposed to.”
Immediately, my face cracked.
“Yeah, she told me all about it.” Jordan nodded and glared hatefully at me. “I know that I hurt you, but what you did is foul as fuck, Ivo! It makes everything we ever had tainted now. I just want to have this baby for you and move the fuck on with my life.”
“Em—” I reached for her arm, and she backed away with pain and regret behind her gaze.
“No! Leave me the fuck alone! I should take your mama up on her offer and wash my hands of this whole situation, but I already made a promise to Jordan.”
“My mama, the fuck you talking about?” I demanded, a dismayed frown passing over my face.
“She told me to name my price to back out of this whole thing.”
“Why the fuck would she do that?” I whispered, more to myself than to Emerald.
“Because I’m not the right woman for you. I’m not good enough for her precious fucking son! But Jordan is.”
“I’ll talk to her. She shouldn’t have done that.”
“Don’t bother,” Emerald scoffed, looking me up and down with contempt. “We’re not even friends anymore, but I’ll keep this charade up for Jordan’s sake. You can go to hell.” She stomped toward the door.
Pivoting on my heel, I watched Em grab the door handle.
“You can be mad, Emerald, but I’m not fucking around when it comes to this baby. I don’t want you around some nigga I don’t know.”
