Italian Billionaire's Black Love (BWWM Interracial Romance) by Mya Black, Nicki J.

divorce, which means a parent or a power of attorney has to. In her case, they were one and the same. And her parents are as mercenary as she was. They refused because they’d be on the hook for her medical care.”
    So Alessandro was stuck with a wife he didn’t want, and he wasn’t free to find love. That was heartbreaking. And, she’d been such an unreasonable asshole! “Oh God, I’m…just, shit!”
    That made Valentino laugh. “Yeah, I can see why he likes you, Eve. You look like a goddess, swear like a sailor, and I’m guessing you screw like a porn star.”
    Eve leaned over and laughed so hard tears streamed down her cheeks. “Gee, Valentino, tell me what you really think.”
    “I just did.”
    “I’ll bet that smile lets you get away with everything,” she shook her head in amused affection.
    “With everyone but Alessandro.” He stood when the doorbell pealed. “Are we expecting company or a stripper?” He opened the door. “Please tell me you ordered her just for me!”
    “You wish,” Carla said with a laugh and breezed into the house.
    “Damn right, I do.”
    Carla ignored him and kissed her friend. “How are you and the nugget doing?”
    Alessandro watched as Eve rubbed her growing bump. “Getting better every day.”
    She leaned over to Eve’s stomach. “That’s because your daddy is taking such good care of you both.” Alessandro smiled and made a note to get Carla a pair of her favorite designer shoes.
    “Dinner is served.”
    ***
    “Now you know everything – you have to talk to him,” Carla pleaded with Eve while the men were out to satisfy one of Eve’s ice cream cravings.
    “I feel so stupid, and God, I was such a bitch to him!” She’d been beating herself up ever since Valentino told her the truth about the marriage she used to torture Alessandro the past few months. “I was nothing short of awful to him and he took it. He took it all and still took care of me. Of us.” She rubbed her stomach with affection.
    “He loves you, dummy. Of course, he put up with it.” Carla was glad the truth was finally out in the open. “So, you’re going to talk to him, right? Right?”
    “I guess I don’t really have a choice.”
    “You always have a choice, Eve. Either you want to be with him and you want to talk it out, or you don’t want to be with him and you need to work out custody once the baby comes.” She sat back with a smug look on her face. “The choice is yours.”
    Eve stuck out her tongue. “You won’t be so smug when I shave half your head.”
    “Pssh, I’ll still be sexy and then I’ll just sell multi-million dollar homes to rock stars.” She flipped her shiny black hair over her shoulder to show it off.
    They both laughed for a long time before Eve sobered. “I’m so glad I have you, Carla.”
    She swiped a dismissive hand in the air. “Of course, you have me, Eve, but you also have Alessandro. What else does the man need to do to prove his love?”
    “It’s not him. It’s me.” I’m the broken one , she wanted to say, but couldn’t. Carla knew she felt that way, but she could never say it aloud.

Chapter Thirteen
    “I’m sorry, Alessandro. For everything, all of it. For doubting you, and for being such a shit to you over the last few months.” She’d waited too long to give this apology and it was messy and stilted. She should have apologized the night of their dinner party as soon as he’d returned with a few pints of pistachio ice cream and raspberry and green apple sorbet. Instead, she waited. Perhaps too long.
    There had been two more trips to Dr. Baker, two more months of Alessandro taking care of her and the baby, and two more months of falling deeper in love with the man. She was an idiot.
    Alessandro’s face was stern, his mouth a straight line pulled tight. “Valentino told you.”
    She nodded, her voice quiet. “He did.”
    Leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, Alessandro looked at her. His face was tight. “So,