Page 9 of The Nanny and the Don
“You’re right,” I confirmed with a nod.
Before I could get too excited about him recognizing me an ear-piercing shriek caused both of us to screw our faces up. Wriggling to get out of my grasp, Evie wailed and screamed to the top of her lungs.
“She wants my mommy,” King informed me.
“I know, buddy,” I said, shaking my head and closing the door.
As I walked around to the other side to put her in the car, she kicked and screamed like hell. Evie was a strong little thing. After securing her in the seat to the best of my ability, I hopped in the front seat hoping she would settle down soon.
“Are you hungry, buddy?” I asked King, looking over my shoulder to see his face.
“Yes,” he nodded eagerly. “I didn’t eat yesterday ’cause they got my mommy while she was cooking breakfast for me and Evie. I didn’t like those people at the jail, but they gave me a juice.”
I was fuming. A four-year-old boy had no business at anybody’s jail. At least they were accommodating to some extent. That didn’t mean I wanted him there. Knowing that they were starving had me making a beeline to the nearest drive-thru. It was lunchtime, so I grabbed kid’s meals for them and passed them over the back seat.
“Can she feed herself?” I asked King.
He didn’t have to answer because as I looked back at them, she was tearing into her bag and grabbing a handful of fries.
“Yeah, she’s greedy. That’s what my mama said,” King replied.
“I’m sure she’s hungry.”
I considered stopping to grab car seats for the kids, but I had no idea what kind of seats to get. Plus, I didn’t want to get out of the car and leave them or take them into anybody’s store, knowing they were filthy. I was only minutes into my drive by the time I looked back and noticed that both of them were asleep. At least there was that.
Four
Devlan
“I don’t know, Kelsea,” I said, turning in the mirror to take in the full picture again.
“You look stunning, boo. That split is giving me life right now,” my girl gushed.
“You don’t think it’s too much? This is about to be a real fancy party. I don’t want to go in there looking like I’m an escort.”
“But you are. You think that man would have gone through all this trouble to get you there if he didn’t want you to be the finest thing in the room?”
“I don’t know what he expects.”
“He wants you to show up looking good as hell, making every man in the room jealous of him.”
“I think he wants a little bit more than that. He gave me five thousand dollars,” I said, whispering the last part as if someone could hear us.
“Because he wants you to show up looking your best. You spent four hundred dollars on this dress that you’ll probablynever wear again. The least you could do is appreciate how fucking good you look in it. Spin on these hoes again, sis.”
I laughed at my girl, covering my face as I did another spin in the mirror just for her.
“Move your hands, Dev. Don’t mess up your makeup,” she warned me.
“Oh girl, I forgot all about it.”
“Well don’t. Keep your hands out of your face.”
“Kelsea, what the hell am I doing, girl?” I asked my friend.
“Going on a date with your old boss who plans to cash out on you until you find a new job.”
“And fuck him at will, don’t forget that part. In my twenty-five years of living, a man has never given me money, especially not five thousand freaking dollars!”
