Riddles by Rhonda Crowder

Author:Rhonda Crowder [Crowder, Rhonda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-11-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

“Hel-lo,” I managed to say after rolling over and answering the phone. The clock read 10:15 a.m. For the first time in weeks, I had slept well and the interruption pissed me off.

“Good morning, Chyne. How are-” I heard my daughter’s father voice.

Oh. My. God.

I knew that voice anywhere, despite not having hearing it for about eight years.

I pulled handset from my ear and stared at it.

“Emerson?” I said putting it back up to my ear. “What? Could you . . .” I shook my head. “Of all people. What could you possibly want?”

“I need to see you. I’m been thinking about the baby . . .”

“The baby?” I cut him off.

“And, you . . .” he tried to speak over me.

“You’ve been thinking about me and the baby?” I repeated. “Well, I’m sorry to inform you but she’s no longer a baby. Besides, she’s not your child. Remember?” An uncomfortable moment of silence hung between us. “My baby thinks her daddy is dead!” It was hard to stay calm. I cleared my throat. “Since that’s how you left her. For dead!”

I hung up.

He should’ve expected that because I hadn’t spoken to him since I gave birth and signed off.

And, how did he get my number, anyway?

I dismissed that thought. He was very well-connected, coming from “good stock” and having served as District Attorney of DeKalb County.

Hearing his voice caused my mind to flood with the memories of him. I fell back on my pillow, thinking about how much I loved him.

Yep, I still loved him.

The phone rang again, and I looked at the caller i.d. I flipped it over and held my breath waiting for it to go to voicemail. Finally it stopped, but before I could exhale, he called again.

I couldn’t talk to Emerson. I stuck the phone under my pillow and tried to shake it off.

I hopped up. Then I just stood there. Something forced me to stay put.

To me, the saddest part about my relationship with Emerson, we once adored each other. Madly in love. He wanted to be with me.

I learned a hard lesson as I let go of those feelings after he realized he had actually fell in love with a stripper. Well, an ex-stripper at the point of his discovery. But aside from that, his family didn’t really approve of me from the beginning. I lacked the proper lineage to marry their son, according his mother. I lost a degree of respect for him since he succumbed to the pressures of being “politically correct” instead of being man enough to live his own life and follow his heart.

So, maybe, I’m the one thing he wanted and couldn’t possess. I plopped back down on the bed, and closed my eyes. Why now? I questioned myself.

My shoddy background, as his parents put it, would have definitely hampered any chances he had at becoming the politician he aspired to be.

Emerson worked as an attorney when we met and knew he would become one since he was a child when his father told him he would enter politics.

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