“For real?” we mimic.
She shakes her head and slides her shades back in place. “Never mind. I’m getting this fixed and I’ll be back.” Karessa and I look at each other and burst out laughing. We both can’t believe Esme is now tied to the son of her nemesis.
“What do you think her odds are of getting out of this?” I inquire, as I begin looking at wedding themes in Esme’s favorite color.
“Um...it’s hard to say. I don’t know what got them to this point, but if you look at the odds based on all the weddings that have been announced, I’d say we’re getting another brother-in-law.”
We focus on finalizing things for the Moralis-Hanlon wedding when Esme comes storming inside the office. Her gait is a little unsteady, her hair is ruffled, and her dress is wrinkled. Silently, she walks over to the coffee maker and picks her roast. We wait quietly for her to join us at the table. Once she’s settled, she takes a sip as if we’re not sitting with her waiting for an update.
“Well?” Karessa prompts now that she’s lost her patience.
Her face crumbles with all the drama only Esme can muster. “That big Latin asshole fucked me like he owns me then told me to plan our wedding.”
Karessa is taken aback because he’s her doctor but I have no such issue.
“That good, huh?”
She nods with her face still scrunched like she wants to ugly cry. “We have to tell our dad to change the laws. I’m a playa. I can’t go out like this.”
“I took the liberty of looking at some lavender design options while you were gone…” I begin but she cuts me off.
“Fuck those designs.” She chews her lip as she thinks. “Maybe I can reason with him. Last time I was at a ten maybe if I went in softer at like a four he’ll reconsider.”
“Dr. Delgado isn’t budging, sis. He gave an interview to Island Times. His credibility is on the line and he’s serious about having an honest image,” Karessa explains.
“I said pretend to be my fiancé for an hour, not marry me for real! Ugh.”
“Just think you’ll get that regular sex you wanted. AND the crazy lady can’t print rumors about you unless she’s willing to make her son look bad,” I supply.
Esme still pouts but she’s not as emotional as she was before. “No telling what that crazy lady is gonna do. Shit! I have to save his crazy ass in my phone now.”
“Pretty much,” Karessa agrees. “He is your fiancé now.”
Esme crosses herself like we’re Catholic. “Pray for me in English and Spanish because Latin blood runs deep in this one.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Caerwyn
She did it again. Imala comes strutting downstairs looking sex kitten hot like she’s begging to be fucked. One of the many diamond necklaces I’ve bought her hugs her neck the way I want my hand to do later. Her soft pink dress has spaghetti straps and displays her full breasts just the way I like. I withhold a growl as I watch as each step makes her tits bounce. The rest of her dress is a soft pink tulle number that stops mid-thigh and gives me golden legs and sparkly heels.
Imala’s soft pink lips tip up in a smile as she runs a hand through her soft waves. I would fuck her on the spot if our parents weren’t also waiting for her. Mine popped back in town to visit Berke and her parents thought it’d be fun to arrive together. I love my parents and adore the LeClaires but they are some serious cockblockers right now.
Either way, I pull her close the moment she’s within my reach. Berke appears the moment I nuzzle her neck.
“Ugh. Let’s be on our way. These two are unpredictable. He might jump her.”
Dondi gasps and Mellie giggles. My parents simply nod and move to the door. I trip Berke when he passes and he falls forward onto our dad’s back.
“Don’t make me kick your ass,
Wyn,” he threatens but there’s no bite to his words and his eyes shine with respect and amusement.
“It’s not my fault you're clumsy.” I shrug and slip my fingers through my wife’s when I grab her hand as she laughs.
“I just may trip and spill water in your wife’s hair.” He counters with a shoulder bump to Imala.
“Don’t threaten a black woman’s hair,” she giggles and smacks his shoulder.