“I know you know who I am,” she said with confidence.
Nina took a sip of coffee. “Should I?” she said evenly with one brow lifted.
Carrington leaned back. “There’s no reason to do that, I’m not here to embarrass you.”
Nina held back a snort.Embarrass me? Girl please,she thought.
At this point in life, Nina had survived public scandals, family humiliation, federal investigations attached to Jio’s name, gossip blogs, social climbers, side chicks, fake friends,and women who thought sleeping with wealthy men made them important.
This broad surely wasn’t about to shake the table.
She chose her battles wisely when necessary. Jio taught her that.
“Please inform me of where I would possibly know you from outside of your connection to the deceased.”
Her tone was expected.
Jio didn’t mention her often. It was a respect thing, and ever so often, he would feel chummy enough to yap with her. He wasn’t into pillow talking and he checked her on that very, very early in the beginning of whatever they had going on.
“Nina was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and then I fucked around and made that bitch rose gold. I made her worse. She was already stuck up. I turned her heart cold, but it made her a boss on the flip side, so a win is a win.”
“What do you mean?”
“Her balls got bigger.”
She climbed on top of him slowly and kissed between his brows and his nose.
“I want big balls too baby.”
So many precious memories had been crossing her mind since her lover took his last breath. She missed him dearly and she knew that the woman across from her did too. Was that the reason she came up here looking crazy? No.
But she couldn’t help but be surprised.
“You say that very casually.”
“You do know that I’m in my fifties, right? I don’t play lil’ girl games.” Nina checked her.
The room went quiet again and all they heard were the raindrops hitting the window.
Carrington folded her hands neatly atop the table. “I loved him.”
Nina looked at her for the first time… like… she sincerely observed her until she detected the same emotion she’d been suffering with lately.
Grief.
Real fuckin’ pain and sorrow.
Sadly, for whatever reason, it tempered Nina… just a little.
But not enough to cut her some slack.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” Nina said politely.
“You don’t mean that.”
“No,” Nina admitted calmly. “But it sounded appropriate.”
A sharp laugh escaped Carrington unexpectedly.
