supposed to know about.” She gulped at his words. “Do me a favor, all right?”
“What?”
“Don’t approach him and let him know about what you know until you can call a meeting with him and your colleagues. You need witnesses. Don’t approach either of them until you are ready and have all of the information to present. Just read it and do what you need to do. No pit stops.”
“Hmm, I see. Well, just so we’re clear, Camden definitely crossed the line today in a way that is unforgiveable. I will be adding that information to the arsenal.”
“In cases like this, you need everything. So use it all. As long as it is factual, use it. When you’re finished reading what I sent, and speaking to the necessary people, go to the State Bar if they don’t comply. I plan to go with you. As a support system and witness.”
Nixon leaned down and ran his hand lovingly along the gravestone.
“Tamia, I’m your sister Yasmine’s boyfriend. I’ve heard so many amazing things about you. I would’ve liked to have met you, but it looks like that wasn’t meant to be, so I’ll have to meet you through your sister, through your family. I’m going to leave you alone with Yasmine now. I’m sure you two have some things to talk about. Goodbye.” He waved to the grave and walked away, getting into his car. Yasmine slowly turned around and faced the headstone. She took a deep breath, sighed, and closed her eyes.
“Tamia.” Her voice trembled. “I have had… an awful time at work lately. If you were alive, I’d be talking your ear off right now about it. I’d tell you everything.” She laughed sadly. “Here I am, talking to you again. I come to your grave and update you on my life and the family. It’s almost… like you’re still here. Maybe you never left? Maybe that’s not how life works, or death, like Nixon was talking about. Maybe we have it all wrong. This could all be an illusion!” She tossed up her hands. “I sound crazy, like Nixon… He is philosophical. I never really was before, but I like that about him. I bet you would’ve, too. In fact, I bet you would’ve liked him a lot. I’m in love, sis…” She sniffed. “I am head over heels in love with that man. So many things are going on right now in my life. I bet you would have had some great advice.
“I think that’s why I like Goldie so much. Your personalities were similar. Goldie gives amazing advice. She says that I do, too, but it’s kind of hard to counsel yourself, you know?” She smiled. “You both are honest people to your core. And so full of love and light.” She patted her eye. “I love you, sis. I’ll come visit again, soon.” Then, she blew the grave a kiss and walked back over to the car. Once she got inside, she found Nixon speaking on the phone in a relaxed position, with a hand behind his head. His Rolex gleamed on his wrist.
‘Get You’ by Daniel Caesar played on low volume, putting her in the mood to sleep, to cry, to make love, to reflect, to dive deep into her own soul. This man exuded so much confidence. Nixon reeked of beautiful arrogance, and she loved that scent. But he was superior… in every sense of the word.
I’ve fallen in love with one of the most complex men in this city… just my luck. She gave an inner laugh. He is magnetic, smart as hell, argumentative, wicked, a powerhouse in the courtroom and bedroom. Women both adore and loathe this man. He twists people inside out. He’s always three steps ahead, while pretending to be two steps back. He’s strategic in everything he does, including in affairs of the heart. I hate to admit this, but in so many ways, with the exception of the arrogance, he and I are a lot alike…
My lover is entitled, rotten, bleeds hypermasculinity, and fucking adores me. I feel all of this when he touches me, kisses me, speaks to me. He shows me how much he cares by staying up on the phone with me when I am upset or restless, even when he has important court appearances literally a few hours later. He makes love to me over and over, giving me pleasure that honestly should be illegal, it’s so damn good. He knows himself well, admits his