A night in Paris

“Miss Avia please calm down” the nurse tried comforting me but it wasn't helping at all. I wasn't even crying, that was the crazy part. I was mute. Eyes bloodshot red. “Miss Hart, I'm glad you're here. You're the closest family relative to Mrs Ronnie and Damian, we need a blood transfusion immediately for the both of them-” “Is my son going to make it" my voice trembled as I spoke The doctor nodded slowly, then said, “we'll try our best". I followed him into the lab where my blood was going to be taken When the blood was taken through my veins I felt like half my life was drawn from me. I felt too dizzy to open my eyes and just laid on the lab bed saying a prayer for my son and Ronnie. He was my world and she was the light to it, I couldn't afford to lose them both. After what felt like an hour I woke up to a familiar face standing In front of me. I squinted my eyes to see who was actually there and hoped I had grown blind. “You couldn't even call me to let me know Avia. How could you" Ethan accused me. That voice, I fell back to the bed and shot my eyes tightly then muttered the words I wish I had said the first day we met, “get out" I whispered cold tone “You can't ask me to leave when my son-" “My son! Not yours!" I pointed at him screaming, “don't you ever forget that you bastard!". I began pressing the emergency button beside the bed vigorously and within seconds two nurses where in the room dragging Ethan away Aaarrrrrgh! I screamed out in pain and curled myself up. I woke up the next morning to an empty room, perfect. I tried getting up from the bed but my head didn't let me. “ Miss Avia you need all the rest you can get” the nurse who came in helped me backup to the bed, “your husband is with the doctor he'll be here with you shortly-" " That man isn't my husband!”I yelled back at her. She flinched and excused herself from the room. The door opened up again to reveal Ethan, “how are you feeling?” “Not like you care. What are you still doing here?” I grumbled. His presence was causing my head to spin. " Where's my son, Ronnie, how are they? Where are they?” My heart thundered at the thought of everything that had happened “They're both fine" he moved closer to where I was and I cowered, “Avia it's high time I gain full custody of Damian. I don't know why you took him away but after all this is over I'm taking him back” I laughed so hard. This man must be crazy if he thinks I'm going to agree to the trash he was spilling. “You must be on meth or something" I cackled at his audacity " I'm not like you okay,lol, a mother who does drugs. I could let the court know about this and I will have Damian. Try me and see” he threatened It felt like someone poured alcohol on a fresh knife cut. I stared at him motionless. Of course he would say this. “We need to get back together Avia”, he reached out for my hand but I quickly took them out of his reach, “to raise Damian as a family” he announced. I hope I had just turned deaf because I was never going to believe he just said this. “You must be insane to think I would get back with you after everything you did to me Ethan” “It's either that or I'll take him," he warned and left the room. Was this bastard threatening me right now? I laid on the bed and thought about what to do next. I was never going to go back to him and I would never let him take custody of Damian either. There had to be a way out of this. Knowing how petty Ethan could be, he would go to any length to make sure he got his way I got discharged the next morning along with Ronnie and my son. I booked the next flight back to Paris to finish up the work I had left. I thought of leaving them behind in Houston but knowing Ethan he could pull a stupid stunt while I'm away. I had to contact my lawyer soon about this. I wasn't going to lose Damian to Ethan. Days rolled into weeks and weeks into a month. I had Ronnie take care of Damian at the apartment I rented for the meantime while I was away work each day. This was the only thing I had stable and I was ready to drown myself in it While working in the office on a hot Tuesday afternoon I got a call from my lawyer asking me to come see him at his law firm. “He's suing me to court for custody of my own son!? The same child he abandoned" I squeezed the letter in my hands and threw it on the floor and screamed loudly " I apologize for my unethical behavior but this I can't let happen. There must be a way out” I held back the tears in my eyes from embarrassing me in front of my lawyer “Well there is a way but it depends on how fast you can find it” he stated, " you would have to find a partner and get engaged before the day the case would be addressed” he was suggesting I get married to someone in two weeks. Men are crazy. " How on earth am I going to get someone in two weeks?” My fingers gripped the edge of his desk in pain and frustration as the tears I held back fell freely “I'm so sorry Avia but that's the only way out”. He was giving me one last option and I didn't think I could go with it. On my way out of his firm I got my fingers jammed by the door. The impact was so bad that I lost two finger nail beds. I looked at my bleeding fingers and broke down into tears A staff member rounded up my wound with a bandage from the first aid box, then I called my diver to come pick me up. On the drive back to the hotel I kept calling Ethan but his phone wasn't going through. He wasn't going to give up so easily. I got back to Paris the next day and was at the warehouse checking off the goods that had just arrived. “I might be just your assistant but I'm technically the only friend you got,” she paused to examine my reaction, “and I know you don't like strangers meddling into your personal life but I have to because I don't think I'm still a stranger” Penelope was driving at something " Where's this going” I spared her a glance from my laptop “With everything going on you need a form of escape" she hinted I gave her an eye," I don't do drugs Penelope", I announced so she doesn't even try to go there “I know. I was referring to some other mode of escapism" she paused, then gave a dramatic pose, “you need to get wasted.” "No” " You are up in your computer 24/7, plus this whole thing is going on-” " And not like I eavesdrop on you or anything, I just feel this would help”. She was right. Ever since I got my life back I've been on go mode. No stops, no break and with everything going on I needed some form of escape. And so I agreed Penelope was so different outside of work. I couldn't believe my stuck up assistant was a bad b***h outside of work. “Find yourself a nigga and get wasted" she screamed into my ears as a guy from the bar pulled her away. I was left alone and it was getting really awkward “And why is a fine lady like you all alone by herself," A cute guy with brown muffin curly hair slipped into the stool beside me," mind if I buy you a drink?” He offered. This is the part where I would have told him to get lost but I was trying to unwind tonight and I didn't want to lose my chance with mister hottie here, “sure" I said and gave my best appealing smile His cologne was really masculine and sexy. The black shirt he wore, which hugged his muscular arms tightly, was also alluring. I caught a glimpse of a cracked wall or was it a thunderbolt pattern tattoo peeking from his sleeves. His Adam apple tingled up and down as he spoke to me. “This doesn't seem like your type of vibe,” he caught me lusting at him, "sometimes you just have to come out to have fun”. My lips twisted into a cute pout then settled for an attractive smirk. “I guess so” he chuckled lightly then eyed my body. It made me slightly uncomfortable though but I repositioned myself into a more confident posture, my legs crossed revealing a pair of creamy thighs with my star tattoo circling my thighs on the side. That seemed to catch his attention as his expression went from a smirk to amazement. “The little stars,they are beautiful,” he complimented, " then passed me my sixth shot. " Then you'd find my spine tattoo even more attractive.” I bit my lip and flipped my hair to the side. A little bit of my cleavage calling out to him. The plan was to get wasted tonight. I took another shot to clear out any form of soberness “Seems you've had enough for one night,he held out a hand to me and pulled me up from the stool, “let me take care of you”. I staggered a bit and crashed my body against his hard chest,“oh my, Mr Muscle,” I giggled and my fingers grazed the collar of his shirt as I stared into his blue eyes. I noticed his skin shiver under my touch, “Mr Muscle is sensitive," I purred at him and grazed his lips with mine He laced my waist with his arms letting my head right drop to his shoulder. I sniffed his mint floral scent. I let myself melt in his embrace and the safety of his arms. This is not what I came here for tonight, not be in love or feel loved. The plan was to be f****d up an d wasted. “Let's go somewhere," I winked at him and pulled him by the collar all the way upstairs