“Never. I’m going to marry you. You were always my end goal, Yumi. I know she must have said something to you for you to be asking me about her. Whatever the fuck she said, I’ll cut her fucking tongue out of her mouth before I let her disrespect you.”
“She didn’t say anything, per se. She was just being bitchy, and now that I know you gave her that magical pony, I get why she was giving me attitude.” I was pouting. I didn’t want to be mad, but I couldn’t help the visual of him fucking her the way he fucked me.
“Fuck her, baby. She’ll never have me the way that you do. I’m fucking in love with you, and that shit never went away. She can’t compete where she doesn’t compare. Normani lacks couth and is too fucking spoiled and entitled for me to ask her for her hand. Arranged or not. She will never be my vibe, and I’ll never converse with that bitch again. That’s on EJ, Yana, Elijah, and Yasmin.”
I looked at him, confused. “Who the hell are those people?”
“Our kids, baby.”
I sputtered a laugh even though I wanted to stay mad and jealous. “In that order, huh?”
He leaned down and kissed my lips. “In that fucking order. And if God sees fit, we’ll add a bonus baby. A little girl or boy that you can name.” I smiled as my arms went around his neck and deepened the kiss. He pressed me against the wall, his hands roaming all over my ass and back. He squeezed me in a tight hug once our lips departed.
“I fucking love you, Yumi Alaya. I don’t see nobody but you.”
And I believed him.
“I love you, Emery Omari.” He pecked my lips a few more times, then took my hand.
“Let’s go enjoy the party. You’re staying by my side because I’ll kill a bitch and not think twice about it for fucking with you.”
“Oh, God. It’s not necessary, Emmy. Just forget about her.”
“She was already forgotten before you even walked back into my life.”
I smiled as we headed back inside the party. I hoped I didn’t run into Normani anymore tonight. I had a feeling that if she somuch as spoke to my man, I was going to fuck her up and not care what family she belonged to.
Chapter
Eighteen
EMIL
The party was in full swing as I looked around the room, trying to find Mina. She had been floating around this big ass estate all night and hadn’t said much to me since we left home. She hadn’t talked to me since she found out Paisley was pregnant. She had been giving me the cold shoulder since that day, and I’d been doing all I could to make it up to her.
Yeah, I knew the way I was moving was foul, and I had no excuse for the shit I’d done to her over the years. The truth was, I didn’t want to get married at fucking twenty-one.
Since Poppa couldn’t get Emery to break his rules, he targeted me. And because I wanted to appease my father, I allowed him to coerce me into marrying Amina King. I didn’t mind dating Mina, because I wanted to fuck her beautiful ass, but I wasn’t ready for marriage. I still wanted to fuck other women and live my young life, and for the most part, Mina allowed me to do so.
It wasn’t until Emil Jr. was born that she switched shit up on me. She started to show a little more interest in our arrangementwhen we both agreed that once the five-year deal our parents made was up, we would divorce.
That wasn’t the case.
Mina came to me after our son was born, telling me that she didn’t want a divorce and that we should stay together for the sake of our son.
I told her that I couldn’t guarantee that I could make such a promise, and she begged me to try. And I did it for a while. But my young and stupid mentality kept me fucking a new bitch every week. She knew about it but never spoke about it.
I’d grown to love Mina over time, but when she got pregnant with Hassan, I went binge-fucking because she’d lied to me about being on birth control. And that was how Paisley happened. I had always had a thing for Paisley St. Claire. She was beautiful and innocent, . . . never saying too much, but she just possessed that calming innocence that I admired. Where Mina was somewhat poised and was a tad rough around the edges, Paisley was soft and nurturing.
We started out fucking here and there until it became a regular thing. I didn’t love her nor have feelings for her, but I could admit that I enjoyed the sex between us. I knew she was up to marry Mina’s brother, Isa, but he was overseas, working on a project that kept him away 80 percent of the time.
She’d confided in me how lonely she was, and my ass took the bait and gave her entertainment. The shit between Paisley and me wasn’t supposed to go this far. I’d told her that our shit was done and that I was going to make it work with Mina.
She was fine with that since Isa was coming home next month, so they could do whatever the fuck they would do, and I could focus on Mina and my sons. But when she sent me pictures of an ultrasound, saying that she was pregnant, Mina saw it, and all hell broke loose. I was so glad when Emery walked in that daybecause her hand was near the corkscrew, and I just knew she was going to jab that motherfucka in my neck or some shit.
I knew I was a problem. I’d been that way since I graced this earth. I was a hothead, and I loved money, but after killing Alphonso and Raymon, I knew my reckless behavior had to stop. And since I had a feeling Emery’s ass was trying to make his exit from this shit, I knew I had to step up to the plate and become the leader of our empire. Emery wouldn’t hand this shit over to me if I kept being reckless, so I was chilling, hoping and praying we didn’t go the fuck to jail behind all this shit.
I had faith in Yumi, though. I knew sis would make sure we stayed out, and Emery was trying to pinpoint the new judge ruling on our case so he could pay his ass off.
