DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

Dinner

I stare at my reflection in the mirror. This is not happening! I take deep breaths running my hand through my hair. My skin has paled and my palms are sweaty.

I drop my purse on the counter as I practice deep breathing muttering curses under my breath. I jump from English to Spanish to Italian calling Dylan — No Cristiano, some colourful words.

A toilet flushes and one of the stalls opens, a redhead stepping out. She washes her hands, fixes her face and smiles nervously at me before leaving.

Closing my eyes, I grab the face basin with white knuckles trying to school my features. Slowly I open my eyes and stare at the woman in the mirror before me. She looks nervous, fumbling, weak... That is not me. I need to get my shit together!

I calmly take two sheets of tissue and dab my sweaty face. I reapply my lip gloss, fix my wild hair in a messy bun and look my reflection dead in the eye.

"I'm at my fiancé's business lunch and I can't embarrass him—more than I've done already. I'm Indiana Blake, daughter of Christina and Johnattan Blake. I will not make him wreck my life again. I've grown, I've survived and I will continue to move on with my life. For me and her."

After my pep talk, I grab my bag and make my way out of the bathroom with my head held high.

I spot a head of dark curls and concerned blue eyes staring at me as I make my grand exit. Roberto stands hands in pockets looking me over for a few seconds before moving to cup my face.

"Are you okay, princesa?" he asks huskily, caressing my jaw. "You've been acting strange."

Placing my hand on his I assure him I'm fine and proceed to blame it on my period—which I know is a couple of weeks away— before hinting that we should return to the table.

He takes the bait, holding my hand as we manoeuvre around tables to get to ours.

"Finally, they're back," one of the older men state as they stand for me to sit. "Young couples, always running off to have their fill of each other."

His companion nods with a chuckle. "We were just as bad with our wives... Not even the office was spared but who can blame us. It's human nature."

The men chuckle agree wholeheartedly and I smile avoiding the gaze of a certain someone.

"Right you are Mr. Wenson," Roberto says resting his hand on my thigh. "I can't get enough of her..."

He leans in placing a chaste kiss on my lips and I blush red before licking my lips.

"The feeling's mutual babe," I reply staring into his eyes as his hand finds itself up my dress, so dangerously close to that sweet spot.

"Well, that escalated quickly," Blondie, Mr. Jenson, chuckles uncomfortably. "So Mr. Silvestre, any lucky lady in your life?"

Robert slowly slips his hand from my thigh leaving me disappointed before placing his focus on his business conquest. I refrain from looking at him but rather his companion Mr. Divato who's eyes are already locked on me with a cold gaze.

"Not at this moment," he replies bluntly. "There was one a few years back... I thought she was the one but I see that's no longer the case."

When he says this I can't help but stare at him in shock. Those beautiful eyes hold mine and the coldness chills my bones.

Where does he get off glaring at me? Getting upset with me? He left me! Alone and with child —given he didn't know I was pregnant but it doesn't change the fact he abandoned us!