Donovan

10. Drunk for you

I asked the driver to drop me off where Danica decided to meet with me. Carrying my coat in my arms, I walked towards the entrance, taking in a deep breath, then walking to meet Hell. That's for sure where she was going. And maybe I'll be there too with her. There she sat by the booth, peering out the window with her perfectly blond hair in a French braid and left to the side of her perky chest. Suddenly, her icy blue eyes glared my direction and at me with such hatred brushing off of them. My legs felt stiff once I finally had the courage to continue walking and sit down in front of her.

    "Emery," she said with a hiss to her voice.

    "Danica," I softly said. I didn't want to keep this hate thing between us and I for sure didn't want her future children to see their mother have such hatred towards- a lump formed in my throat. Her children. That wasn't any different than saying Donovan's children and now I was beating myself up for these old feelings that felt too new and too raw.

    "So let me clear one thing up," she said sternly as she circled the rims of her glass of water. I held my breath.

   "I don't want you at the wedding," she admitted shamelessly. I just nodded.

   "But mom wouldn't like that." I flinched at her words. Bitch. Please. She was my mother even though she barely acted like one and even if she was disappointed in me for what ever fucking reason.

   "So I'm making you my maid of honor," she said with a grunt. I gave her a grin.

   "Did you not have any real friends? Maybe you could buy a maid of honor to make it look like you are actually a decent human," I said to her with an icy cold glare. She growled at me.

    "Listen up, you skanky little bitch. I have had enough-" Her eyes suddenly sprang up as she displayed a perfect and friendly smile. Hm. Even I could see her fangs behind her smile. She could be basically wearing red with horns and a trident and no one would say a thing as long as she smiled at them.

   "Baby," she said. I rolled my eyes at her higher tone voice and turned to stare into those same dark eyes that I had kissed this morning. He raised an eyebrow at my appearance before he was dragged by her long red claws and brought him to sit in front of me.

"What took you so long?" Danica asked him. Donovan glanced to me and then shook his keys up to her.

"Sorry. I just got here," he said.

    "I should go-"

    "No. You have to help me with planning the wedding, silly. Did you hear, Donovan? Emery is going to be my maid of honor," she said as she plastered a smile across her tight face. His face fell a little before roaming over to meet my eyes.

   "I-I don't know if I even want-"

    "Of course you are," she stated. Well shit. Shitty shit shit! My eyes peered at him as he stared back but Danica cleared her throat rather loudly, making us break our connection and forced to turn to her again.

    "And if you have time.." Danica began. I played with the ends of my hair as I glanced down at my steaming cup of tea, feeling the heat come to my skin as I waved it above the cup.

   "Could you also help plan the baby shower too." My face snapped up to her face immediately and then to her stomach where I finally realized a small bump had settled there. It wasn't big but it was visible. She was carrying a baby. Donovan's child? I felt myself panting as I looked to his eyes that couldn't meet mine. He fucking knew about it. And he fucking kissed me knowing he had a child on the way. Of course they would have fucked. Four years and she, along with other women, could have had a piece of him. He was gorgeous. Insatiable.