I shake my head feeling even more disgusted with myself.
“This wasn’t her first time doing this.”
His brown eyes widened before narrowing at me. Nico is intelligent. He knows I’ve only ever had two other boyfriends before him. One was in high school, so that would make my mother a pedophile. It takes him no time to realize who the other person is.
“Marcus?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I admit feeling sick to my stomach. “Right before Marcus got drafted, Evelyn came back into my life. She reached out to me and asked to see me. Told me she wanted to talk to me about her health. I thought she was dying. She said that she’d had a bad health scare, and it made her realize life was short and she wanted to mend our relationship.”
I roll my eyes at all the lies I believed from this woman.
“I started allowing her to come around more. The relationship wasn’t exactly a good one, but she would come to see me sometimes. Marcus and I were both seniors in college. We had a small apartment off campus. I didn’t think anything of her being at my house when I got home. She’d usually be sitting in the living room waiting to take me out to lunch.
“Two nights after he was drafted, I came home early from work. We were in the midst of packing to head to California. Marcus had to get there in order to start training camp the following week. I walked into my apartment to find my mother on her knees with my boyfriend’s dick in her mouth.”
The image of Evelyn jumping up off the ground, her dress unzipped and falling down in the front. Her hair was ruffled like someone had drug their hands through it.
“I charged at the both of them, ready to beat the shit out of them. Marcus stood up and stumbled. It was then I realized he was drunk off his ass. He started apologizing, saying he thought it was me. They both admitted to being drunk and not knowing what they were doing.”
Looking back now, I can’t believe I was ever that stupid.
“I believed them, and until this day I have no proof that they were lying. But something in me, even then, knew that they weren’t drunk. I distanced myself from my mother. Kept what I caught them doing to myself. I’ve never even told my father. Every time I’d bring it up to Marcus, he would say he was drunk,and that I needed to let it go, but I couldn’t. I guess last night proved what I already knew.”
Nobody wants to admit that their own mother tried to take their man from them. I think that’s why I quickly believed the lie about being drunk. However, last night, she was sober, and I’m so thankful that Nico isn’t like Marcus.
He tucks my hair behind my ear. “I’m sorry that she hurt you and that she couldn’t be who you wanted her to be. I’ve learned over the years that family is who you make it. There are ties stronger than blood relations. You have me, Noah, my brothers, Mira, your dad, and Ms. Rose. We’ve got you forever.”
I turn my head and place a kiss on the palm of the hand he has cupped to my cheek. “I love you. And I’m happy you didn’t take my mother up on her offer.” I grin. “I would’ve really hated to have to kill you.”
Nico makes a face and then laughs.
“There is only one woman I want, Tiff. The same woman that stole my heart the first day I saw her in that club. There will never be another for me….or you.”
I grin. “Now how do you get to speak for me?”
He smacks my ass playfully, but a pool of heat settles between my thighs.
“Until the grave, Ms. Basille. The time frame is up to you.”
The threat is loud and clear. And though it should be taken seriously, and don’t get me wrong, I believe him, it only makes me smile. Yes, something is wrong with me. I think that was established when I stayed with him after I found out he killed Marcus.
Sitting up, I place my hands down on his chest before leaning over and dropping a kiss on his lips. He grips my ass in each palm and squeezes. Our tongues dance to the tune of our passion. I slant my head to the side so I can take the kiss deeper.He runs his hands underneath my silk pajama top and up my back.
When I pull away, his eyes are half closed and his lips are wet from our kiss.
“I need you,” I moan as I grind down in his lap.
“Take from me whatever you need.”
I do just that. That night, I made love to my husband until my sweaty body finally begged me to stop.
chapter Twenty-seven
On Edge
Nico
“Hold up, so mama is a freak?” Salv asks.
