Heart of Stone Emery and Jackson, Chiquita Dennie [top 10 non fiction books of all time txt] 📗
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“Uhhh... Brent, you’re in my office.”
“And you’re all in my building. So, leave before you see something you’ll regret.”
“I won’t regret it. About time someone put her in her place,” Dominique snidely remarked and sat down to watch the show.
“Why did I come into work today?” I muttered.
Angela runs to the bathroom and locks herself inside. Brent rushed over and banged on the door.
“I’m leaving for the day, Brent. Whatever you do, don’t have sex in my office please.”
“Emery don’t leave me!” Angela yelled from the other side of the bathroom door.
“Sorry Angie, next time you’ll think twice before jumping in other folks’ business,” I answered as I lead Dominique out, so Brent and Angela could finish their conversation.
“He really could do so much better,” Dominique stated.
“And whom would you suggest he—”
My phone interrupted our conversation. I looked down to see Anthony’s name across the screen. I debated on picking it up, but I knew he’d keep calling, I decide to answer and listen to his latest apology.
“Hello?” Anthony said on the other line.
“Yes, Anthony.”
“Baby, I need to talk with you.”
“First off, I’m not your baby, and secondly, we have nothing to discuss. The second your dick went into another woman’s pussy, our relationship became null and void,” I replied angrily.
Turning away from Dominique, I punched the button for the elevator.
“Anthony, call Teresa or did she leave you already?”
“Arghhh... Emery just let me make it right. Teresa means nothing to me,” Anthony groaned through the phone in aggravation.
“Funny you say that when she’s pregnant, wearing your ring and living with you.”
Hearing a beeping noise through my phone, I start to end the conversation with Anthony.
“I have another call and please delete my number. You’ve done enough damage to my heart to last a lifetime.” Feeling a migraine coming on, I click over to answer the other end.
“Hello?”
“Dinner, my place tonight,” Jackson seductively demanded.
“I thought we had an understanding Mr. Pierce.”
“I thought you knew to call me Mr. Pierce only in the bedroom.”
Feeling weak in the knees from our first encounter, I remind myself that getting involved with a client would lead down a destructive path.
“I already have plans, and besides, you’re a client.”
“Then you’re fired.”
“What!” I yelled out.
“Emery what you fail to realize is that when I kissed your lips and tasted your sweet nectar, I was hooked, and nothing will keep me from having you again,” Jackson responded.
Closing my eyes as the elevator doors opened, I tried to gather the strength to walk to my car.
“Are you wet Ms. Stone?” Jackson asks.
Flushed and embarrassed at his question, I dropped my keys on the ground. As I bent over, I felt faint, and his voice sounded muted like it was under water. Dark spots appeared in my vision before I knew nothing at all.
“Hello? Emery! Emery!” Jackson shouted through the phone.
Chapter 8 Jordan
PULLING UP TO THE PARKING lot of my son’s daycare center, I jump out and head inside to pick him up. I rush through the doors and collide into a hard body, and two strong arms try to steady me.
“Damn, you alright Choc?”
“Huh?” I respond as I stared into light brown eyes and deep dimples. I think I’m having an orgasm from just looking at him. That’s not possible.
Two fingers snap in front of my face. I blink out of my lust filled trance.
“What did you call me?”
“Choc," he replied with a stunning smile.
“What does Choc mean?”
“Sorry, sweetness but you’re beautiful as milk chocolate. He glanced down at my hand and noticed I wasn’t wearing a ring before continuing, “My favorite type of candy.”
“Ohh... umm well, thanks. But I need to...”
Tightening his hold on me, he pulls me in closer, and I smell his cologne. The same brand Devin used to wear, Tom Ford musk nineteen ninety-nine.
“Sorry, Choc I can’t let you go until I get your number. It must be fate that we met like this. I don’t know about you, but I won’t pass this chance up; let me take you out,” he suggested.
I shook my head no and pulled away from him.
“I’m sorry, Mr...”
“Damon Adams.”
“Mr. Adams.”
“Damon, and you are?”
“Jordan Davis.”
“Nice to meet you, Choc.”
Smirking at his comment, I shake my head and turn to look around to make sure the teachers haven’t dismissed the students yet.
“Jordan is my name and Mr. Adams-”
“Call me Damon, beautiful.”
“Fine, Damon... I don’t date, and I'm here picking up my son.”
“Small world. I’m picking up my daughter. What class is he in?”
“I’m not really in the habit of giving out my private business to strangers. Check with some of the teachers around here. They may be right up your alley.”
I turned and walked away. I prayed he couldn't smell my arousal from the throbbing heat between my legs. I needed a release and standing in his arms did not help.
“How about lunch?” he called out.
“No.”
“How about dinner?”
“No.”
“How about ice cream?”
“No-”
“Yeah, Mommy ice cream!” Devin Jr. screams excitedly running into my legs.
“Hi Mrs. Davis, he couldn’t wait to see you and show off the picture he drew,” DJ’s teacher, Amy Lawrence, stated.
I rolled my eyes at Damon’s smug look at my son's outburst for ice cream, probably hoping to guilt me into complying.
“Baby, you have to eat first.” I bend down to kiss DJ on the forehead. He pouts and crosses his arms and stomps his feet.
“Mr. Adams, Tessa should be coming out of the classroom any minute now. I didn’t know you two knew each other.”
“We don’t,” we both answered.
“That’s going to change real soon though,” Damon answered smiling at me and winking.
“Hi, Daddy.” Tessa, Damon’s daughter came around the corner and raised her arms up toward him, so he could pick her up.
He leaned down and kissed her forehead and raised her up to his chest and hugged her tight. “How was class sweet pea?” Damon asked.
“Okay, how do you know DJ?” Tessa asked as she squirmed to get down, he placed her back down on the floor and watched as she walked over to DJ and me.
“This is your friend DJ that you talk about all the time?” Damon smirked and winked at me again as his daughter nodded her head at his question.
“Hi Tessa, I’m DJ’s mom, Jordan. Nice to finally meet you.”
She waves and smiles at me with her two front teeth missing. She grabs the crayons from DJ’s hand and starts to draw on her sheet of paper.
“Mommy, can we get ice cream please?”
“Yay ice cream!” Tessa shouted in excitement.
“How about pizza and ice cream? Would you guys like that?” Damon encouraged both kids. Both children jumped up and down with excitement. “I guess that’s three against one.”
“You just bribed my son and your daughter into getting a date with me.” Feeling a losing battle happening, I agreed to have dinner with Tessa and her father.
I pulled DJ’s backpack off his shoulders and walked to the door, he opens it for the kids and me to walk out. We head toward my car.
“Beautiful, I don’t know what you’re talking about, the kids need to eat, and I assume you need to eat as well.”
Furious and annoyed at getting manipulated into dinner with the kids. I helped DJ into his car seat and buckle his seat belt. Closing the door, I turn around, Damon and I stare intensely into each other’s eyes.
“Uggh, I’ll follow you.”
“Meet me at Roberto’s over on seventy-fifth. They have the best pizza in town.”
Walking around to the driver’s side door, Damon opened the door, and I dropped my purse inside, and place the key in the ignition. He closes the door and leans into the window.
“I know how long it takes from here to Roberto’s, Jordan. Don’t try and skip out on me.” He smiled, and they walked over to get in his car.
I place my head down on the horn in frustration and aggravation. Damon has already started with the little amount of time we’ve known each other.
Bap! Bap!
“Ohh shit!”
Damon pulled alongside me honking his car horn.
“Ahhh, Mommy you said a bad word.”
Rolling my eyes in annoyance. I start my car and pull off behind Damon.
Chapter 9 Emery
SCROLLING THROUGH MY phone while sitting in the hospital room waiting for the doctor to discharge me, I come across my last text message exchange with Jackson.
Jackson: Dinner?
Jackson: Emery?
Jackson: You seriously want to play these games?
Seeing the Doctor come into my room, I turn my phone off and wait to contact him back.
“Emery, you have to slow it down. Your blood pressure was through the roof. I highly recommend you take a vacation before you’re permanently in the hospital,” Doctor Langley said.
Agreeing to her orders was the only way she’d let me out of here. I replied agreeing to take some time off, even though it’ll never happen, especially now that I have a massive deal with Pierce Enterprises happening.
“I will Doctor, my family is having a reunion next month. I know mom would love it if I took time off and relaxed.”
“You’re still in the early stages. You're already aware that flare-ups will happen if you’re stressed. Lupus is manageable Emery, but you need to take better care of yourself.”
“I know.”
“What about your family? Have they helped to keep things manageable in your life?”
So far, I had hidden my lupus diagnosis from my family and friends. Doctor Langley was pressing my buttons.
“I haven’t talked with my family just yet. After I close this deal with a client, I’ll fill everyone in on it I promise.”
Doctor Langley tapped her pen against her clipboard and furrowed her brow.
“Emery Stone, you can’t do everything. I understand you believe your superwoman but honey; this is not curable, manageable yes, curable no. I suggest you inform your family and go seek therapy.”
Feeling my phone vibrate, I take it out of my pocket and see a message from my mom.
“I promise after this deal closes. Am I free to go?”
“Fine. Make sure you continue taking your medicine, and I’ll see you in my office
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