The Fashion Designer

Chapter 20-Mistress

MICHAEL

It's been a while since I have felt this good. The feeling of a warm soft body pressed against me. Her breath fanning my cool skin and the sound of her heart beat that matched my own. As I held her in place, my grip squeezed tighter.

"What the f**k is this!" A voice had barreled through this morning light.

"Hon, not now it's too early for your wailing." I groaned too tired to even stand up.

Until I felt that warm body leave my presence.

"Michael, get the f**k up now!"

Raising from my sleep I stared at the hot-tempered woman before me.

"What the hell Dana? It's..." I looked at the clock next to my dresser. "It's barley 8 in the morning. I don't have time for your ranting." Still half a sleep I attempted to lay back down when Dana thought it be wise to throw her purse at me.

I could've dodge it had it not for the part half of me was still asleep unfortunately that tiny bump was enough to wake me.

"What the hell is your problem?" I snapped.

"What the hell is my problem? Are you seriously asking me that?" She glared at me and I looked to my left and there she was holding the blanket like it was her life line as she gazed at us with a terrifying look.

"Kanna." I whispered. "Wh...what are you doing here?" She looked down not speaking no word when I realize our situation. Both of us naked in my bed room, the bed room I shared with Dana. The only thing separating us is this thin sheet of blanket.

"One argument and you go running into my sister's arms again."

"For whatever reason, I did not run into your sister's arms."

"Oh really, what she magically appeared on our bed both of you naked is that it?"

What the hell, f**k. I can't believe this happened again.

"And you." She pointed towards Kanna, "How dare you, in my bed you f*****g w***e, you seduced my husband."

"Me?" She whispered ever so slightly, "It..."

"No, why can't you keep your hands off my husband." Dana stormed up to Kanna slapping her in the process before yanking her hair and throwing her off the bed with a loud thud. The end stand shook and my guess it, she must've hit her head while being forcibly thrown onto the floor.

"Dana!" Rising to my feet might I add, I paid no mind that I am now completely naked as the blanket that was once covering my bottom half now laid on the floor along with my other clothes. I rushed towards Kanna to help her up.

Her face was lowered as she winced at my touch, "Look at me."

"Michael do not touch her."

Ignoring Dana I raised her chin with my fingers to look at her and inspect the damage. There was a slight bruised around her eye.

"Are you out of your mind Dana!"

"You're yelling at me? My husband tending to a w***e butt naked. At least put some damn clothes on."

"She could've gotten hurt."

"Oh, you think that's hurt, I'll show you hurt." Dana once again charged at Kanna but only this time I pulled Kanna behind me only to block Dana.

"Out of my way."

Grabbing Dana, I yanked her on the bed, "Listen Dana, this is not what it looks like."

"Oh yeah go ahead try lying your way out of this, you ass hole." She attempted to wiggle out of my grasps.

"I went to the club and maybe I had a few shots."

"A little Michael? Or are you just making excuses." I released her from my hold and sighed.

"Um...I think I better go." Kanna began grabbing her clothes of the floor.

"Oh, I'm not done with you, you bitch." Soon Dana kneed me in the balls and charge Kanna by pulling on her hair and throwing her across the room.

Kanna grunted in pain that is until Dana kicked her in the ribs, "You...fucking...bitch...stay away from my husband."

Though the pain in me still hurt, I was able to pull Dana back and pushed her away.

Kanna began coughing ad spitting blood.

Finding my pants, I quickly put them on before lifting up Kanna in my arms.

"Michael where the hell do you think you are going? We are not through yet."

"Dana for once can you shut your f*****g mouth. Your seriously injured your own sister and for what?"

"For what you say? For you, for us, for our family. We are married or have you forgotten. Leave the w***e to die for all I care but you are not leaving this house with her." She gave me a murderous look, if it was anyone else other than me I'm sure they'd cower before her. Fortunately, that look does not work on me.

Laying Kanna down on the bed, I picked up my phone calling for my driver I would use sometimes to take Kanna down to the hospital.

"Fine." I spoke though a part of me wanted to leave.

It's been almost a day and Dana and I have thrown each other words that's probably not in the English Dictionary.

Our house looks like an earthquake hit it. With everything gone wrong, I don't think Dana has anything else left to throw at me.

"If you hadn't kept the fact that I had a son from me I wouldn't have been drinking." I retaliated.

"Oh, so this is my fault! How the hell is this my fault! If you kept your d**k in your pants we wouldn't be in this mess."

"f**k how many times do I have to say I was sorry." My hands running through my hair in frustration.

"You're sorry? You said that when I first caught you and you're saying that now after you and she had s*x in OUR bed again."

Her screams did not help at all.

But I however took what's coming to me. The insults and beatings. After all I shouldn't have been at that club. I shouldn't have been drinking and I shouldn't have taken Kanna home, to our home. That was a big mistake on my part.

Kanna? I wonder how she is doing? After all this, there is some part of me that cares for that girl. Why? Why do I seem to want to shield her? Is it pity? Or...Not once has she left my mind.

"Are you done?" It was almost dinner time and we didn't even have breakfast nor lunch.

"Done? Are you f*****g kidding me? We are nowhere near done." She began pounding in my chest.

"Dana, enough!" I grabbed her arms, "This isn't working."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You, me, us..."

"No!" She screamed. "You are not leaving me, not now not ever..."

"But this isn't working out. We tried..."

"I don't f*****g care. I will not let you go just so you can run into her arms. You are mine and divorce is not an option. Trust me you do not want to get on my bad side." Dana scowled at me. In the past she had made some pretty convincing threats but I found them to be nothing but empty words. Now her eyes held a different kind of poisonous look.

Before I could answer there was a loud impatient banging on our door.

My eyes roamed around the room everything thrash. Good thing Lacy is with her nanny today.

I wondered who could that be? Leaving Dana, I went to open the door to see both my parents who seemed to be on a mission.

Susan slammed the door open and stormed inside, "You!" She pointed at Dana and stepping over all the broken things on the floor not minding the state of our home.

Walking up to her she slapped Dana on the side of the face.

"Mother." I gently held her back.

"Oh, don't you mother me." Turning back to Dana she spoke angrily, "How could you do that to your own sister."

"Dad, what's this all about?" Ed only shrugged letting Susan take the reins.

"Mom, she slept with my husband again."

"HA! But sill you had no right hitting her. Besides why is he still in tack." She is my mother, why is she throwing me underneath the bus.

"But..."

"No but's Dana, that poor girl when she came to pick up Kyle she is poorly beaten.

"I can't believe she went ahead and told on us." Dana mumbled to herself but we all heard it.

"My dear child, she said nothing but I could only guess."

"Why are you on her side. I have known you longer than her."

"Dana." Ed stepped forward, "For whatever reason, you should not have put your hands on that girl."

"I can't believe you two..."

"Shut up."

"Mother do not talk to my wife like that."

"Your wife, oh now she's your wife. Was she you wife when you took another woman into your bed? I raised you better than this, sleeping with your wife's sister. I'm sorely disappointed at you."

It's been ages since I feel like a child being reprimanded by their parents.

"Mom, how could you blame it on me. Kanna's the one that slept with a married man, my husband. I had every right to stake my claim.

Susan glowered at her before giving her another slap, "Well if you were a better wife then maybe your husband wouldn't find his way into the arms of another woman. And as for you she turned to my direction, "You are married, you have a wife, you made a vow on your wedding day." She spoke with a deathly glare before she smiled sweetly, "Honey your father and I love your very much but believe me you do not want to make Kanna a mistress. Believe me when I say this but being a mistress will get you into all sorts of trouble especially for Kyle."