“Hi, Diamond,” he spoke.
“Nathan, its nine o’clock on a school night, what could you possible want?”
Rolling my eyes, I listened to him drone on for a few minutes. He was on his lunch break and just wanted someone to chat with.
“Diamond, I wanted to say…”
“Say what…to tell you and Thierry, thank you.”
“Thierry? Thank you?”
“Elana has been telling me about all of the stuff you were doing for Claudette. The money wasn’t there and you sponsoring her debut. That means so damn much.”
Shaking my head, I looked at the phone. Was he getting choked up on the phone? A brisk wind came by and caused me to shudder.
“Nathan, it’s nothing. I was happy to do it. But what about Thierry?”
A beat went by before he said anything. “He donated ten thousand dollars in Claudette’s name for the charity portion.”
I began to punch the air. That goddamn man got on my nerves he was always in my business. He hadn’t done that out of the kindness of his heart. He had done it to let me know that he was always on top of things; that he knew I was helping Elana and Nathan out.
“I’ll be sure to thank him…immediately,” ending the call with Nathan felt good. But my blood was boiling.
Finding Thierry’s name in my contacts I hit the call button. The door to the house opened up and I turned to find Trey and Carmen looking at me.
“What is taking so long?” Trey threw up her hands.
“Be in just a minute,” I told them and watched the door close.
The phone began to ring.
And ring.
And ring some more.
Holding the device away from me as the voice mail came on, I hung up. And like any regular crazy bitch would do when their husband wasn’t answering, I called again. In fact, I called three times and the last time I left a message.
“I don’t know why you’re not answering but I will see you tomorrow, bright and early…. on a jet to Italy. Just know it’s on and poppin….”
I was poised to toss the phone and remembered it was my phone I’d be throwing. Five deep breaths later, I exhaled my damn self and headed back inside to my friends. Italy was for sure going to be a shit show if I didn’t get my attitude under control.
More champagne was needed.
Chapter 14
Thierry
Whiskey was helping with nerves. I had no idea why I felt so nervous about flying to Italy. Maybe it was the fact that I’d have to stare at my wife for hours on end while in the air. Maybe it was because I feared that she would crash the plane in an attempt to murder me because I’d refused to answer the phone the night before. In my defense, Enzo and some of the men had had a good game of poker going, and there had been strippers.
For the most part, Enzo and I had both behaved but there had been this one young girl. The ambition that had rolled off this female; you could tell it oozed out of every pore. She’d wanted me right away and the moment she’d grabbed my hand to take me to the suit I was occupying, my phone had started to ring.
Enzo had shot me looks but I hadn’t cared.
“I’m married,” I’d muttered to the stripper as she closed the door behind us and then shoved me onto my bed.
“Do you watch porn?” She asked.
“I prefer to actually fuck a nice warm pussy,” I’d licked my lips.
