Page 32 of Love is So Mean

One hand moves to the nape of my neck as he deepens the kiss and after another groan, I pull away.

“This is to prove a point. We won’t kiss again.” I whisper.

I connect my lips with his as I move my waist so I could further arouse him.

After the kiss gets hot and heavy, I pull away.

“Okay…um…Point proven. Why?”

“We don’t need to kiss to make a baby, do we? Kissing is pointless, in my opinion.”

“Not in mine, but a deal is a deal.”

“Thank you.” I pull his hands away and get off his lap. Turning, I bend over with my ass in the air knowing that I’m doing it on purpose. I pick up my blazer, slipping it back on. Ibutton it before I call the lawyers back and make sure that he’s in view.

Enrique mutes the meeting again. “Yas, you’re not the only one who can play dirty. Remember that.”

I fold my arms over my chest and sit on my desk. “As long as you cum inside of me so I can get pregnant. I won’t forget it.”

“Be careful what you wish for.” Enrique unmutes the meeting as if he has a sense of purpose. “Okay, ladies. Let's begin.”

After all the briefing, Enrique e-signs everything and it remains confidentially with my lawyers, Michelle and Sharice. They hang up and Enrique looks at me. He looks tired.

“Where am I sleeping?”

“I’ll show you.”

I show him to his room and leave him for the night. We don’t have anything else to discuss.

Chapter 17

Enrique

Iwas low when I arrived at the house and found that Emily packed up any possibility of our life together. While I was already grappling with the guilt of letting Emily go so I could help Yasmeena, seeing that she left me hurt. I didn’t make it home on time, I’m not sure if I will ever hear this from her in person.

I could have attempted to reason with her or make her stay. Maybe it was for the best. It’s a position she always wanted, I wasn’t going to step on her dreams. I also couldn’t go with her. I’m on the cusp of my own career upgrade and I couldn’t just leave Yasmeena hanging. I tried. I’d already turned her down once, even reasoned with her about donating my sperm, but every time the same image of her sick and distraught kept flashed in my mind, I backed off.

I couldn’t walk away. Going to her house provided a distraction for a bit but after I signed the contract things became real. I’ve officially traded Emily for Yasmeena. The pain of the break up hit me again and I needed to be alone. Yasmeena isn’t equipped to help me with this. I just have to help her out while I work through my own heartbreak.

I didn’t bring anything with me so I’ll just buy whatever I need once we reach our destination. Going to the empty house of broken dreams and memories is not anything I want to do right now.

The bathroom Yasmeena assigned to me has all the toiletries necessary to groom myself and get ready to catch this flight. After another long look in the mirror, I put on a neutral face and leave my room.

Walking around, I seek out my now fiancée and find her in the kitchen. I’m not surprised to see her on her laptop working on something. Knowing her, she’s planning world domination. I look around then back at the plate next to her.

“Good morning,” I greet her. “Is fruit and tea all you’re having?”

“Yeah, I don’t have much of an appetite these days. It’s the cancer unfortunately, but if you want something, I can call the chef to make it for you. Do you want eggs or something else?”

“Do we have time for that?” I motion toward the same clothes I had yesterday. “I need to shop before the wedding. Did you plan what I’d wear too?”

“I did. Your suit and shoes should be here any minute. Along with someone to style your hair. So yeah, we have time.”

Interesting. I was joking but I should have known better. I’ve worked for her for almost five years, she’s planned everything the entire time.

“Then yes, I’d like something to eat. Is the stylist coming to Vegas with us?”

“We’re going to Vancouver Island and no, they’re both coming here.” The doorbell rings. “Right on time.” Yasmeena walks away and comes back with 2 women. One is holding a garment bag and a shoe box and the other, a bag that I can’t see what’s inside. “Mariam, Layla, this is Enrique, Enrique…Mariam and Layla.”