Page 39 of Trading In A Broken Heart

I lay there on the table in nothing but my shirt, with a damn paper sheet lying over my lower half. My mind drifted off to Savion. How sweet he’d been being to me lately. Maybe he wouldn’t even care if I didn’t fall in love with him. From the way he was acting, it was like he’d fallen for me.

There was a knock at the door before it pushed in. Dr. Beck strolled into the room. “How are you doing today, Mrs. Corvo?”

“I’m fine.”

“Good. I see that you’re here for your annual.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Let me get someone in the room with us.” Opening the door, she poked her head out and said, “Ready in three!”

The nurse came into the room, and I lay back on the table. My eyes zeroed in on the light fixture above my head as they did what they needed to between my legs. I flinched a bit when she inserted the speculum in me and opened me up.

“Everything looks good.” She lifted from between my legs. “They’ll set up your next appointment at the checkout.” Dr. Beck exited the room, and the nurse handed me some wipes to get cleaned up.

* * *

I left the doctor’s office and stopped by Guthrie’s to get me something to eat for lunch. They had some of the best chicken tenders in the city.

After grabbing my food, I pulled off. A guy jogged in front of my car and waved as I sat there, waiting for traffic to slow so that I could pull out. It didn’t take me long to make it to the house. When I got there, I headed straight to the kitchen to warm my food up. I should’ve pulled over in the parking lot and ate it while it was fresh.

Savion sat at the island in the kitchen with a glass of water in his hands. His eyes cut to me when he noticed I entered. He wasn’t wearing those ugly-ass glasses, which led me to believe they were fake in the first place. “I knew those glasses were fake.”

This was my first time seeing him without them. He probably didn’t know that I was coming home this early and forgot to put them back on.

Savion quietly set the cup on the counter. That was when I noticed the red rose tattoo on the back of his hand that hadn’t been there before. “Didn’t that use to be a skull?” My brows snapped together.

“Now, I see why he’s risking everything.”

“Excuse me?”

Savion’s eyes lustfully roamed my frame.

“I see that you’ve met my other son,” Geneva said.

“Excuse me, say what?”

“This is Saint, Savion’s brother. Let me guess: He had you thinking that he was Savion?” Geneva smacked him on the back of the head, and he rubbed where her hand impacted.

“And when were y’all gon’ tell me that he had a twin?”

“They’re actually triplets.”

“Oh nah. Three of him? I’on see how you did it.”

I stuck my food in the microwave and turned it on. I knew I was gon’ regret warming up those fucking fries. Warmed up fries were so disgusting.

“Where’s Savion?” I asked them.

“Probably out working,” Geneva answered and Saint mugged her.

“If I knew all of y’all were here, I would’ve bought y’all some food,” I told them as I grabbed my food from the microwave before it even went off.

“It’s okay,” Geneva said.

“No, it ain’t. It’s rude. What you got?” Saint lifted from his seat to take a look at my plate, but Geneva pushed him back down on the stool by the shoulder. I saw the difference between them now.

“It’s fine, Solei. We were actually about to go,” Geneva said.