Running (baby daddy series #2) {COMPLETED}

| 2 | That son of a b***h

    Without hesitating I ran for my life, away from the person sitting inside that room. Unable to hold my tears in, I let them fall freely. I knew who he was and what he probably wanted, but I couldn't stay to ask him. My anxiety is rising, and this is the last thing I need on my plate right now. No, nope, negative, never, naw, no way. I could hear shouting from the very same man I saw but decide to keep ignoring and push my way through the crowd of drunk men. My eyes are looking forward and nowhere else. I can't stop because I don't know if the man is right behind me or not. Finally, I make my way into the dressing room. I run into the bathroom and lock the door. Hopefully, I'm safe here, at least for a little while.

    Okay, I understand how this must look to you. I'm not in danger of any kind if that's what you are thinking. It's rather embarrassing than dangerous. Of all the people who would come here looking for me, it's him?! Alright, I don't actually know if he's looking for me and I would rather not find out. I don't care anymore. That's what I have been telling myself since I left. I. Do. Not. Care. Even if it's a complete lie, it's easier than trying to tend to my broken heart. Someone is knocking on the bathroom door, but I ignore it. Whoever it is can go to hell! The knocking transforms into banging and I rise with a sigh to open the door.

"Seriously, sinful? I've been knocking forever on this f*****g door. I need to pee asap!" Trinity says and pushes me out of the way before she slams the door shut.

    Remember how I told you about the jealousy about me being picked for the VIP lounge? She's the one who always starts some kind of drama afterwards. The owner hates when some of 'his' girls start drama for something this childish. He's a busy man who doesn't have time for her childish games and that pisses her off even more. She always claims that I get special treatment and even spread rumors about me having s*x with him to get the VIP's. It's not true though and everyone knows it. I get the VIP's because I work hard and don't satisfy for mediocre performances. But since she's a clueless b***h, there's not much to do.

 "Sinful! Come back out here and do what I pay you for!" my boss yells from outside the dressing room door.

    I sigh and walk out again. My hands are trembling when I walk up those stairs as I ran down a little while ago. The man is still sitting there but now with champagne glasses in their hands. I only recognize one of these men and even though I've never met him before, he scares the living crap out of me. My heart is racing in my chest and if the music weren't so loud, you could probably hear it. They look at me with interest and curiosity.

"I'm very sorry for leaving earlier, gentlemen. Is there something I can do for you?" I ask with the innocent voice I've been training to master, some men like the innocent act.

    There's one blonde, one brunette and one with black hair. The black haired one is the one who scares me. That's the one and only Brody Winston, Damien, and Jaxon's little brother. Thankfully, it doesn't look like he knows about me considering that he's not even looking at me. The other two though are drooling at my clothes and body. I take good care of my body and many men usually take notice of this. If you ignore the small stretchmarks on my stomach and the c-section scar, you could never tell that I have carried four children in my body.

"Yeah, my friend here wants a lap dance." Brody says without looking at me.

"Do you know about our rules, sir?" I ask the man who wants the lap dance.

"Yes, no touching." he answers in a husky voice.

"Very well, is the music okay or would you rather we closed off the sound for you to choose a song?"

"Close it off."

    I nod my head and wave down to the bartender. He understands immediately and pushes a button on the wall. Glass walls unfolds and closes off the VIP area. He chose the song 'my house' by Florida and I start my routine. My ass is grinding up and down his crotch. He's having a hard time not touching me. The song comes to an end and I rise from my position. I'm sweaty from the 'workout' and all I want right now is to get home to take a shower. 

"Thank you for your services, Sinful was it?" Brody asks.

"It's my stage name, yes." I answer.

"I have to ask, have we met before?"

"No, I don't think so. I'm not really the social type." I say and move towards the exit of the lounge.

"How come that you're my brothers long lost love then?"

    I froze in place. f**k! Here I was working and finally relaxing about the fact that he wasn't here looking for me. Cruel fate, why do you hate me this much? Is this my punishment for bad karma or what? I need an explanation! I turn and look him straight in the eye with a blank expression.

"I'm very sorry sir, but I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh? Your name isn't Wendy in real life?"

"No, it isn't. I'm Paulina."

    With those words floating in the air, I walked out of there and looked at the watch on the wall. My shift was nearly over, finally! My feet took me to the dressing room where I changed as fast as I could. I had no desire to stay here longer than I had to. Before leaving, I checked my bag and made sure that the cash was still there and all my other belongings. 

    The drive home was pure torture. My eyelids are heavy, and my feet is hurting very badly. Somehow, I succeeded walk up the stairs. I tiptoed into the apartment and was met by Brianna sleeping on couch with the TV on. I shake my head and chuckle, stubborn woman! Before going to bed I check in with my babies. The boys are sleeping heavily and Darby even snores. I close the door behind me before checking in with Fiona. She's in her bed, one leg outside and the blanket on the floor. Always the crazy sleeper that one. I put her gently down on the bed and put the blanket over her small body. 

    I fall headfirst down in my bed. I'm tired as hell but my mind seems to have other things to do. My mind is taking me back to my best and worst subject, Damien. How much I try to forget about him, it's simply not possible. I loved that man once and in some way I probably always will. The pain he caused makes my eyes water. The betrayal and love full romance we once had is gone. Somehow, I need to accept that and start living my life in the right way. He's that one crush we all have that never will go away. I lost someone who didn't love me, but he lost someone who truly loved him. Once again, jokes on me.

Damien POV

    Life without her has been pure hell. My heart shattered after she called that miserable day to tell us that she was going away. f**k! What a d**k I have been to her... Of course, she would leave me after everything I made her go through. I had told my brothers and Adrien that I had met a woman who made me happy, my intentions were never to hurt Wendy in the process. The truth is that I never stopped loving her, she's the one for me. I only said that to make her distance herself from me, because I didn't think she either wanted or needed me. Obviously, I was wrong about that. We talk about her often, the three of us.

    We talk about the woman who made all our lives better just to make us happy, while she must have been miserable not thinking that we needed her. We owe everything to her. She's like that sweet strawberry lollipop that always made you happy when you were little. Since she left, neither one of us has been ourselves. Jaxon and Adrien are still together, their love is blooming more every day. Even though all of us were hurting when she disappeared, Adrien as her best friend was probably the one taking it the hardest. They had been friends for so many years and were always there for each other. He failed her.

    Well, he didn't. But he felt like he did. Wendy have no idea how much we needed her and how much we still need her in our lives. Nothing brings me joy anymore, not in the same way I know only she could. That woman is like aurora borealis, so unusual that if you have once seen it, then you are lucky and should be happy. I had my very own northern lights in my arms, yet she managed to slip out of my grip. I could have taken a bath of acid and it wouldn't have hurt as much as the pain she left behind. I know Wendy better than she knows herself. She hates when people see her cry because she wants to be that strong girl.

    At the same time, she also hates how nobody notices how broken she really is. She saves everyone all the time, but who is saving her? Apparently not me... When I'm with her, hours feel like seconds. When we're apart, days feels like years. And now when she has been gone for over five years, the years feels like decades. Smoking and drinking alcohol can kill you, but so does loving someone who doesn't love you. I've been at the therapist's office many times during the years and according to him, no matter how angry or hurt we are, we always end up forgiving the people we love. I can't do much more than hope it's true.

    In the beginning after her leaving us, I was angry as hell. But then my little brother Brody had visited me one evening after I had trashed my whole apartment while Jaxon was there. And he said to me; "Brother, you can't get mat at your woman for expressing what upsets her... Even if it isn't deep to you it may be a serious matter to her. Genuine consideration is the key here, and if you want to be mad, then fine. Be mad. But don't be mad at the woman who loved you for the beast you are. Be mad at yourself for not seeing what a beauty you had before your eyes.". That s**t had me deep. After that, I couldn't be angry.

    At least not at her, considering it wasn't her fault for leaving. It was my fault, because I was the reason from the beginning who made her no choice but to leave. I didn't take her worries seriously and just banged my alpha chest, telling her that I would protect her. She bruised my ego without meaning to. All she wanted was for me to understand her and help her move past her worries. Instead I pushed her farther away. And now, my queen is gone. Once again, I'm sitting inside my office drinking whiskey directly from the bottle. My people are out searching for her, I couldn't leave her be. After five years, they still haven't found her.

    It's like she vanished into thin air. No one from her family or any of her old friends have heard from her in years. When my people walked inside her dad's office to ask, he just laughed mockingly and told them to tell her that she never will achieve anything, because she's a w***e who can't do as she's told. I was this close to go there and bang the s**t out of him. Thankfully, my brothers and crew stopped me before I did. If I ended up in jail, Wendy certainly would never forgive me if we found her. I've lost hope for a long time, still I can't tell my people to stop looking for her. My head is saying 'stop' but my heart says 'continue'.

    Someone's knocking on my door. I grumble and the door opens. Jaxon, Adrien, and Brody are walking inside. Jaxon and Adrien look like they're about to throw up. But Brody, he's smirking as usual. That fucker would get my fist in his face right about now if he wasn't family.

"Well? What the hell do you want?" I slur, much more drunk than I thought.

"Now now, don't be angry big brother. Then I won't tell you."

"Cut it out deepshit, what is it?"

"I found her."

My heart leapt in my chest. My baby, she's alive and soon she will be mine again.