His Darling

Chapter Four

TRISTAN

It had been several days since I last saw Willow. Never before have I wanted to talk to a girl so bad. The only committed relationship I had was with my mom and younger sister on the rare occasion when she wasn't mad at me.

When I asked Willow if she was pregnant, I was only slightly joking but the pure panic in her eyes told me what a large possibility it could've been. That scared me. I wasn't ready to be a boyfriend, let alone a father. Over the few days where I was unsure of the odds, I've grown to quite like the idea. I'm nearly thirty and would love to have a kid to help mold them into whatever they wish to be. Willow was different and everything about her screamed for my attention – but her lack of desire for it made it that much harder to stay away.

Through the week, I still haven't heard anything, and she never responded to my calls or texts. Usually, I was the one dodging phone calls. I racked my brain for hours to figure out what would result in her talking to me.

Anger. Make her furious.

Days later I was on a conference call via zoom when Willow stormed in. She smelled amazing and the anger in her eyes was starting a fire within me.

"Daniel, I'm going to have to end this early. But we will see you next week to sign the contract." Daniel Simmons, a new client of mine recently signed to play with the Boston Red Sox. I loved getting clients with the Red Sox because I'm a big fan of the team – having the field up the road has that effect on you.

"Willow! What a pleasure." I tried to seem confused. This may make her even more pissed.

"You've gotta stop with all the gifts, I don't want them." She told me.

         I have been sending flowers, chocolates and some type of expensive jewelry every day this week. I'm surprised it took her this long to get in touch. I knew she would hate them. She didn't like materialist or expensive things – like I said, different than every girl I've been with.

"You don't want anything from me?" I asked and she simply shook her head – that caused the tiniest pain to shake along my spine.

"Not even my baby?" I asked her – I saw the anger in eyes.

"No. I'm not pregnant anyways so there is no need for you to feel obligated." She told me. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't excited for the thought of us having a baby, and I was a little hurt that she was so harsh in telling me so.

"I never felt obligated, Willow." I told her – and that was the truth. I genuinely liked her and not just because she might be pregnant; that didn't matter to me.

"It doesn't matter. Just leave me alone, okay?" she told me. There wasn't much more I could say for her to stay so I just shook my head in agreement – I didn't truly agree with what she was saying but she seemed so angry that I was going to let it go. It would be another fight for a different day.

         The next few days I felt so lost, almost as if I wasn't myself. I blamed it on the amount of anger that Willow demonstrated towards me. I didn't think I would be so affected by her. Just a few months ago I hadn't thought about her in a sexual manner. Well maybe a few years ago, but now it was every day. I had a company to run, I didn't have time to daydream about her, but I couldn't help it.

         It was Friday, the last day before James and Ginny headed back to New York. They would be back in a few months to get married – it had been really nice to have a friend around. There weren't many people I trusted in my life, so it was nice having an old friend around, I didn't have to wonder about his intentions because he had just as much success as I had.