I - New End: Danielle ✔️

Part 18 - A million pieces

Dannii/ A heavenly aroma of bacon, spreads its way throughout the kitchen. Ben is taking a shower, I myself am not dressed yet, wearing only Bens T-shirt and my panties, as I'm cooking away a much needed breakfast. Sure I could've joined him in the shower. But I'm exhausted, let's face it, my vagina needs a rest.

Last night, after we had some mind blowing sex, we went for a few more encores. God this guy has skills. Being an artistic man, he is very creative with his tongue, hands and let's not forget about his satisfying length. I just couldn't get enough. He made me feel like I was the only woman on earth and his mere purpose in life was to make me happy. Handeling me with such passion, like I'm a bonfire that needed to be lit. I fluster as I think how he whispered my name over and over as he planted kisses down my body. Leaving an electrifying trail on my skin.

God I'm still on fire!

Now I have a moment for myself, I need to take this time to think. How ever mesmerizing last night was, being warped up in HIM, I do need to get back to reality. In three weeks Cole is back, in a few months we are getting married. That was the plan.

That is the plan!

Right that is the plan. Ben is going to go back to New York and forget about plain old me. He's used to glamorous models surrounding him at his fabulous NY Architect parties. I know for a fact that he went on a date last year with a 20-something-year-old supermodel from NY, Jackie couldn't stop radiating about it at the time.

My subconscious roles her eyes and sticks her tongue out to a bunch of models that take a guest role in my mind, ready to pick a fight, holding up boxing gloves. Calm down Conor McGregor. It was only one date, whit one model, not 15. And you shouldn't be jealous, Ben is not yours to keep!

Besides, I love Cole! My stomach turns as I think of how I betrayed his trust. What was I thinking, not using a condom. Although I trust Ben, that wasn't a sane decision.

I take a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and take a sip. The bitter sweet liquid washes away my dark mood and gives me a boost of confidence. No more muttering, I'm going to be my cheerful self until Ben's gone home and then I'm going to concentrate on getting The Cake Shop ready for the New Year's Eve Party. I'll deal with Cole when he gets back.

When I hear footsteps in the hallway, I enthusiastically turn around to ask if Ben wants a drink as well.

My enthusiasm falters and the muscles in my body tense, when I look towards the doorway. The morning sunlight beams it's way into the hallway, which makes it hard to see who's the big overshadowing outline of a man. But I would recognize him everywhere though. Tightening the grip on my glass even more, it breaks in my hand before shattering in to a million pieces. Allover the kitchen floor there is glass and sticky orange juice residue.

"Dannii, What are you doing!" His deep voice booms.

My mouth opens, but I'm lost for words. I'm seeing things, I'm loosing it. Clearly out of my mind! Having sex with Ben is making me feel guilty and now I'm seeing and hearing things that aren't there.

"Don't move, you're barefooted. You'll hurt yourself if you take a step forward." In three seconds he's at my side. I'm swooped off of my feet and carried away in his strong ripped out tatoo covered arms. Away from the warzone, I created in the kitchen. Tightly wrapped against his hard muscular chest, I take in his smoky- pine blend.