DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

A Drunken Mistake

I twirl the amber liquid around in my glass, my thoughts similarly moving around my head.

Diana,

Roberto,

and finally Dylan

I scoff turning the glass to my lips and drinking the liquor down in one go. I'm not much of a whiskey girl but the stress I'm under... I need something strong...

Of all the ways for our conversation to go... He just had to go there, he just had to infuriate me. I wanted to come clean and finally put this thing behind us. To think through our next moves as Diana's parents, come to some compromise that soothes both our separate lives. But no he had to go back to the past, try to lay his dominance and try to make me weak to him!

Overconfident asshole.

I didn't feel one ounce of regret when I punched him right across his pretty face for touching me. The look he gave me was fucking priceless. He was quite lucky he let me go after that blow or his balls were next.

Dylan's anger couldn't be hidden but he had no choice but to hold back as my parents entered the kitchen the next moment and boy did it get worse from there. My dad went off at Dylan but rather than fighting back, he took the verbal assault along with the bruise my dad added to his flawless face.

Thankfully dad didn't spill anything about me being pregnant, he stuck to the fact that Dylan was having sex with me at 15. The shame I'd felt years before when I was on the receiving end of dad's shouts resurfaced and I find myself going quiet as he spoke. Dylan and I were both responsible for this and now we'd both gotten chewed out about it, his happening a little later than mine.

After that Dylan was told to leave and not to set foot into their home without their permission. He left without a single protest leaving his lips but not without a look that relayed a silent message to me.

This is far from over.

Luckily for me, Roberto had left minutes before the scene unfolded. He had to leave immediately and sent me a quick text before leaving. He said it was a family emergency and that he'd be back in two days.

That was seven days ago.

I look around the hotel's bar watching as people poured in but not the persons I'm waiting on. The soothing yet upbeat music that plays around me mellows my mind and I relax my shoulders. I rake my dirty blonde curls onto my left shoulder before propping one leg up on the other and ordering another drink.

I'm in a cream, off-the-shoulder, mesh top which I pair with a body-hugging, black leather skirt and matching knee-high boots. I am dressed for a night out at the club but I haven't seen my girls yet.

"Indie!" I hear someone call over my shoulder and I turn so fast I almost get whiplash.

"Shea! Edina! Adrianna!" I cheer as I jump off the leather stool to embrace my besties.

They engulf me in a group hug and I feel a weight lift off my shoulders at the sight of my most trusted sisters from different misters. We pull back and I squeal as I take them all in.

Shea is a beautiful Jamaican born woman with beautiful kinky hair, a dark chocolate complexion and an outrageously curvy figure—and let's not forget all that ass. She's in a high-waist, ripped jeans and thin turtle-neck top with long sleeves.

She's a very talented, cutthroat lawyer and the most real person I've ever made.

Edina, is Aunty Chev and Uncle Ed's firstborn girl and Edward Jr's twin. She's has a beautiful Caramel complexion with long, tightly curled hair and a slim figure. She wears a black, skin-tight dress with sleeves and a deep V line to show off her generous bust.