Don Vidal

6 - Feisty woman

Draven

I’m sitting at a private booth in my restaurant, waiting for Marnie. Maria told me that Marnie needed to see me today. Apparently, whatever she needs to talk to me about cannot wait until tomorrow.

I sip my scotch and tip my head, letting Jonny know to let Marnie through. Just the sight of her walking toward me dressed in that pretty peach sheer dress with the silk underneath and long sleeves and sitting perfectly on her knees, even in those silver sandals, has my heart beating faster. Her long blonde hair is tied up in a ponytail. She’s wearing sunglasses to hide the black eyes, no doubt.

She slides into the booth opposite me, placing her purse beside her.

“Marnie,” I smirk. She’s wearing the same perfume she was wearing that night. It drove me crazy then, and it’s driving me crazy now.

I shouldn’t want to throw her on the table and feast on her, but I can’t help the thoughts rushing through my head. She’s like a damn drug to me. I’ve never taken drugs in my life, but if I had to, she’d be mine.

“Draven,” Her tone is clipped. Obviously, she knows who I am now, but it hasn’t made her look at me like I’m someone to be feared, even though I am. I like that about her. “You’re probably wondering why I’m here. I want you to know that I’m sorry for what happened that night.”

“You’re sorry?”

She’s fuckin.g sorry?

She regrets what happened between us?

“Not about the fact we slept together umpteen times. I will never be sorry for that,” I smile. Of course, she wouldn’t. “I meant for the way I left the following morning. I had to get home.”

“Your husband?” She nods. “Marnie, take off the glasses.”

Her shoulders sag with a sigh, but she takes them off.

Son-of-a-f*****g-b***h! He really did a number on her face.

“He did that to you, didn’t he?”

“I didn’t come here to talk about what my ex-husband did and didn’t do to me.”

Ex-husband?

“Well, technically, we’re still married, but I left him. He’ll be my ex-husband as soon as I can sort out the divorce. Anyway,” She shakes her head. “I’m getting off the subject. Paul and I have never had children. He can’t have them. You are the only person I have slept with in over six months.”

Her husband doesn’t even sleep with her?

Is he blind?

This girl is everything a woman should be.

“The man cheats on me all the time,” She shrugs in answer to my unasked question. “I don’t think I’m his type. Anyway, I’m pregnant, and you’re the father.”

Okay, what?

I think my mouth is hanging open a little too wide.

Did Marnie say that she’s pregnant and it’s mine?

Is she fuckin.g insane?!

“Draven?”

“You expect me to believe this shi.t?” Her face drops, and her eyes are wide. “You really think some other bitc.h hasn’t tried this shi.t before?”

They have. Women will try anything to get to the boss. That’s why I’m careful, and I was careful with Marnie!

“I am not a bitc.h!”

“No?” I lean forward in my seat, my arms on the table. “Your husband beats the shi.t out of you, so you come here and tell me that you’re having my kid?

“What did you think would happen? That I’d tell you that you’ve given me the best thing in the world, the thing I want the most? Did you think I’d tell you that you’re my girl now? That I’ll never let anything happen to you, that I’d get my men to drag your piece of shi.t husband here so I can break his fingers, threaten him to stay away from you, or I'll kill him?

“Grow up!” I hiss at her, but she doesn’t flinch; she looks me dead in the eye. This girl is strong and so fuckin.g beautiful. Also, a damn liar! “This isn’t the movies, bitc.h!”

“Call me a bitc.h again, and I’ll cut your d**k off and shove it down your throat!”

Damn, she’s f*****g hot! No one talks to me like that and gets away with it. No one would dare for fear I’d end them.

But why do I find her too damn intriguing to stop her?

“I know this isn’t the movies, jackass. I didn’t come here expecting anything from you. I don’t even want anything from you. But I thought my baby had the right to know its father, and you are the father, Draven. However, I don’t need you, and this baby doesn’t need you. I can manage on my own.”

“That kid you’re carrying isn’t mine, and you know it! We used protection!”

“Not the first time we didn’t. You pinned me against the wall, got carried away, and didn’t wrap up.” Damn, fuc.k, she’s right! “I didn’t stop you from letting your little swimmers off inside of me; that’s on me, and I’ll deal with it.”

Marnie gets to her feet, her purse on her shoulder. “For the record, Don Draven Vidal, I am not a liar. I didn’t need to come here and tell you anything. I could’ve kept this from you, never letting you know that you’re going to be a father. No one in their right mind would want you as a father to their child!

“However, this baby means everything to me, even with you as the father, and I believed I was doing what was right for it.” She slips her sunglasses onto her face and sighs. “I’m sorry I bothered you; I never will again. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t bother me either, especially when you realize I’m telling the truth.”

She stomps off, leaving me gobsmacked and rock fuckin.g hard! Goddamn, I have to have her. If the kid is mine, then so is she.

I lean back in my seat and smirk to myself. DNA will put any doubts I might have to rest. However, if her husband can’t have kids, and I’m the only man she’s been with behind his back, then I think the evidence is pretty conclusive.

“Tony,”

“Boss?”

I turn to Tony and smirk. “Keep an eye on her. If anyone comes near her, you tell me, especially that cunt ex of hers. She’s important; she may just be carrying precious cargo.”

He raises an eyebrow and smiles.

Me, a father?

The biggest test of my life could be upon me, one I cannot and will not fail at.