Page 33 of Love is So Mean
“Nice to meet you?” I say, not sure what the protocol is for something like this. I shake their hands. I look at Yasmeena since this is her plan.
“The girls will get you ready in your room while the chef makes you breakfast. What would you like? I’ll pass it on.”
“French toast with syrup all over it. Scrambled eggs and some fruit,” I say, to see if she’ll recognize her usual order.
“That’s…what you want?”
“Yes. Will you help me eat it?”
“Help you?”
I look at the ladies waiting for me. “Go ahead and set up. I'll be there in a moment.” I give Yasmeena my attention once they’re gone. “Yes. You have your list of expectations and this is one of mine, I want us to share meals. ”
“Share meals? Why?”
“Because I said so,” I respond giving her back some of the answers she’s given me in the past.
“Are you throwing your weight around or something like that?”
“It’s my request and you ask too many questions. Oh, and bacon, please.”
“Interesting,” she says. “Are you having that dry or with coffee or tea?”
“Grapefruit juice if available. If not, water.”
“Okay. You don’t want us to share that as well, do you?”
“Do you hate grapefruit juice?”
“I don’t drink juice.”
“BYOB,” I say with a smirk then head off to be made up since Yasmeena wants to act like my sugar mama. Stopping, I turn to ask her another question. “I only saw one suit.”
“It’s custom.”
Her response throws me for a loop. It doesn’t seem possible. “When did you order a custom suit for me?”
“When you proposed.”
Now I know she’s fucking with me. We just talked last night. The expression on my face tells her I think she’s full of shit. “Yeah, right.”
“I mean when you proposed to Emily, not me.” She smirks with what could be considered an evil expression.
“What the hell, Yasmeena?” I say taking a step back. “Do you know how crazy that sounds?”
“Crazy? It’s not crazy, it’s calculated. Do we not do that with every business venture we decide to invest in? And that’s the second time you've called me crazy.”
“Just…no. The same relationship you plotted against just ended yesterday.”
I’m not interested in one of her detached answers or rationalization so I turn and walk away. She doesn’t get it and I’m not sure she ever will. Either way, the paperwork is already signed.
Chapter 18
Yasmeena
Good thing this is an arrangement that will end as soon as the baby is here. This is the second time Enrique has called me crazy.Crazy Yasmi, Crazy insane Yasmeena, crazy, crazy, crazy…My brother’s voice creeps into my moment of work. I don’t like it.
Amir has never had any issues with calling me that. Before and after my diagnosis, I didn’t want to tell my family but they found out like they always do. Always in my business somehow, going through my things, or simply baiting me into speaking. Amir is treated like a king, like his namesake. It’s fine, I don’t want to be their golden child but instead of my family ignoring me, they push me towards the opposite.