IN LOVE WITH THE FRENCH BEAUTY

Chapter 14

~**Chapter 14~**

Dahveed drove home on cloud nine. He’d just had his first kiss and he now knew what the big deal was. One kiss and he’d felt alive for the first time in his life. His mind kept flashing on how her short frame felt in his arms. She was so warm, so sweet and addicting it’d been a miracle to adhere to her wishes.

Dahveed was grateful for the recession because it gave him time to think clearly. He realized that he was tired—tired of being alone and bitter. He’d been living in the past wishing and pining on what could’ve been had his mother not left them. Well, that was about to change thanks to Arabelle. He had feelings for her; that much was obvious even though he couldn’t distinguish them yet, not that he even wanted to. He was going to delve into whatever this was caution be damned.

The latter brought him to his next dilemma. Arabelle always thinking of others didn’t want to have an affair with him because that would mean “fraternizing” rules. He made the damn stupid rules and he could easily disregard them, but he had a feeling that somehow that wouldn’t sit well with Arabelle. He was Dahveed Messina for God’s sakes, so he’d figure out a way to convince her in his favor.

He arrived at the mansion a little over midnight and he mood drastically changed from ecstatic to rage. Why couldn’t he be happy for one day, one day? Was that too much to ask?

He crouched in front of deliriously drunk father and heaved a sigh of frustration. Only one person was able to disrupt his father’s mood into getting this drunk. Diana Messina, his mother had somehow caused this much anguish to his father that he’d want to numb it even for a little while.

Dahveed carried his father to his bed, removed his suit jacket, his shoes and socks as well. He tucked him in and was about to move away when his father caught his hand in a death grip. “She doesn’t believe a word I say.” His father said in voice marred with so much agony Dahveed felt like weeping himself. “She believes that wench Ashley who’s obviously lying, but not me her husband.” He slurred.

Dahveed was tired of this. Ever since she showed up, trouble had been occurring every damn second and he was tired of it. “She disrespect me even during our marriage, yet she acts all super in front of the world earning their respect while belittling me.”

“It is okay dad you go to sleep, I’ll handle this.” Dahveed said forcing his dad back in the bed. He figured that his dad had spoken to her somehow, someway. He went through his dad’s phone and voila, she was the last person he’d spoken to. He redialed the revolting number and waited as the phone rang.

“Hello?” Diana replied cautiously. She didn’t understand why her husband was calling her.

“It’s Dahveed speaking. I need to talk to you. Where can we meet?” he said rapidly. Diana had to pinch herself just to make sure she wasn’t having another dream. Her son was calling and wanting to meet with her!

“Yes, tomorrow morning around ten in my office—see you then.” She hung up and held the phone to her heart for a few moments. She felt weak but excited. Sixteen years, she’d prayed and hoped for this very opportunity for sixteen years, and now that it was finally here, she wondered what her son possibly wanted. She wasn’t under any allusions that he wanted a family reunion because he hate for her wasn’t a secret. She just didn’t understand he wanted.

She’d called Daniel, her husband the night before and had made an appointment to meet with him. Her heart had almost jumped out of her chest when she glimpsed him. So tall and built, he looked as she remembered him except for his slightly grey hair glazing his temples. The same arrogant way he carried himself, the same powerful way he walked, and he same anger as Dahveed in his eyes when she finally looked in them.