Donovan

5. Argue with me

I woke up naked from under his large covers. As I slowly stretched my sore body, I felt the empty sheets beside me and opened my eyes to find Donovan gone. Where would he had gone. I sat up with the sheets covering up to my chest when I saw the door open. Donovan walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping down his body from his soaked hair. I bit my lip at the sight of his body and went under the covers to hide my blushing cheeks. You've already seen the man naked, Emery! Every single inch!

    I squealed at the pull of his blanket being torn away from my body. I poked my head out from the covers and glared at him. He just gave me a wicked grin and kept pulling.

   "I'm tired, Donovan! Stop it!" I yelled urgently as I continued to pull up on the blanket. Suddenly, I felt his body slump on top of mine which made me lay flat on my back against his bed again. Cut me a break! I sighed in defeat and looked up to him.

   "No. You're naked. And let me say that I've already seen you. All of you," he reminded me. I rolled my eyes at him.

    "It's cold though," I said to him, trying to win this conversation.

    "I'll keep you warm," he said in a seductive tone. I bit my tongue and sat up, pushing his body with all of my strength away from me. He watched me as I tugged on a tee shirt of his that covered enough of me and went to wash up before lying back down on the bed. He was playing with my hair with his fingers as he lied beside me.

"Why do you always play with my hair?" I asked him. I could already see him shrugging those shoulders of his.

   "It helps me fall asleep or just relax." I smiled. That is pretty adorable. Why did he have to be so damn adorable?

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     It's been a few weeks ever since the dinner and Donovan woke me up this morning with a bucket of water and a spray gun. I almost killed him. With my water gun of course. That day was wonderful up until I felt sick to my stomach when my mother insisted I come to their house for our "family" dinner. Ugh. Just the thought of Danica disgusted me. I didn't want to tell Donovan about her being my evil step-sister and I don't think it mattered anyway. She wasn't family to me. Neither was my mother. Not since my dad's death anyway.

    I arrived at their mansion from the cab at six p.m in a navy blue bandage dress that wrapped around me tighter than I wanted it too. It practically cut off my breathing circulation but since my mother bought me it, I was forced to wear it and try to look decent. Donovan couldn't stop grabbing onto me when I tried to leave his house which I didn't mind. I liked teasing him.

     Mother was in the kitchen when Danica suddenly stood in front of me, a big plastic smile plastered on her face.

   "Barbie," I said.

    "Bitch." She hissed at me before we heard my mom call our names to go sit in the dining room and wait for dinner to start. We both halted for a little longer before we strode towards the kitchen and sat down at the rounded dining table. We sat in complete silence for about ten minutes before the food came out with their maids serving. I felt bad for these women who had to work for them. My mother was too much of a perfectionist that it was incorrigible sometimes.

Clive Robertson sat down beside his daughter as I sat there awkwardly. He didn't even acknowledge my presence but just paid his daughter attention and completely ignored me. Once mom came in and the food was set, we dug in and began eating.