I'm Raising Royal Babies {ORIGINAL VERSION; BOOK 3}

Chapter 4: His Type of Distraction

As I said last chapter, I needed a man to play Darrell and the top 3 were Morris Chestnut, Lance Gross, and Taye Diggs...and well, I had to go with Lance Gross. He's a fine piece of chocolate ;)

Now, about this chapter...this may change the story's rating to R. But oh well...anyway, I'll warn you guys when the erotic scene comes up (for those of you who chose not to read it)

Chapter 4: His Type of Distraction

Vincent

Sushi was never my thing...never. The smell, the sight, everything about eating an uncooked sea animal bothered me. But, because the restaurant we were to go to was based off of Melanie's choice, this is what we were stuck with.

"I can't eat this," I said, disgustedly as I watched Elliot messily play with his food. He wasn't eating sushi like the rest of us, but some kind of mushy stuff that I didn't know the name of.

"Why not," Lance asked curiously as he took a bite of the disturbing...edible creature.

"Because, it's disgusting. And besides, I hate sushi. You all should know that," I stated, leaning against the window that was concealing us with a dark poster outside. We were currently in a booth with Lance sitting beside me, Melanie sitting across from me, and Rodney sitting diagonally across from me. Elliot was sitting in his own high chair, from home because Melanie didn't trust the high chairs that the restaurant provided.

"I knew that," Melanie said proudly, directing a warm smile toward me.

I glanced at Rodney as he glared in her direction.

"Melanie, we're not bringing this to America," Lance sternly warned.

She immediately darted her eyes to Lance. "What are you talking about," she scoffed, dubiously.

"You flirting with Vincent," he answered solidly. "In America, news spreads rather quickly. It's bad enough that they knew about you previously being his fiancée, and then marrying his brother. Do you know what this will make you look like," Lance hissed angrily.

Silence began to eerily surround us all. It virtually slipped its way through my uncle's clenching fist before sliding down the material of my Armani suit, and then finally engulfing both Melanie and Rodney into its quiet embrace. Melanie, however, was capable of pulling herself out of its haunting grasp.

"Lance, has it ever occurred to you that I just do not care what others think," she inquired, challengingly.

Rodney hadn't budged at her words.

"Has it ever occurred to you that my brother has spent a hefty amount of money to keep the news from spreading," Lance shot back.

"I don't care. I don't want to be married to Rodney. Vincent was my fiancée, not that stupid girl's. He was mine," she admitted, flaring her slender nostrils.

"Well, it's your damn loss, lassie. You had his brother's baby and had to marry him afterward. If you want to cry about it, I suggest you take a trip to the ladies room," Lance said heatedly.

Neither Rodney nor myself moved. It's like we didn't want them to know we were even here. The raging tension between them was enough to set off a war at this table.

Elliot suddenly tipped his bowl of mushy food over, causing the bowl to smack him square in his nose. He released a tiny yelp of pain as the bowl came into contact with his face. Rodney snapped his head immediately in Elliot's direction, as he heard the loud cries of his son.

"I'll clean him up," Melanie offered as she lightly tapped Rodney's shoulder. He stepped out of the booth to give her space to leave.

He sat back down and watched as she unstrapped their son out of his expensive high chair. There was no need to bring in a high chair with gold trimmings. A blanket would've been fine.