9. Dinner-time
2095 Words
This chapter is dedicated to Heather Speck, one of my loyal readers who gives me feedback on my stories. Thank you, doll!
Wendy POV
Okay, I'm already extremely late! I don't know where the time went, and now I'm in the cab with one leg bumping up and down like a speed junkie... Oh, my god, it's just dinner with my best friend and my kids' other family. It can't be that bad, can it?
Of course it can; besides, it does not take much for this whole dinner to go up in flames and explode like a shaken Pepsi bottle with mentos in. Fortunately, I had time to at least get dressed and fix me up before I had to run out the door.
My hair is softly curled and half-set. False eyelashes sit perfectly over my black-glistening eyelids, and my eyebrows are on fleek for once! It takes time to look this beautiful, okay?! I'm happy with what I look like today, and it's nothing I'm going to be ashamed of.
We need more strong women in society who dare to pat themselves on the shoulder and remind ourselves that "you are beautiful, you mean, and you are important" when no one else does. If I'm perceived as egocentric because I consider myself to be beautiful, then I may well be. Why would someone else's opinion affect what I think of myself?
No one, I repeat, no one ever has the right to sit down on you and tell you what to think of yourself. Do you think you're beautiful? Stick to that opinion and don't change your mind because others are trying to force insecurities in you, which in turn leads you to fall for peer pressure.
Others can never ever take away from you the right to like yourself the way you are, whether in terms of looks or personality, the only one who has the right to question it is you. Therefore, I will not be ashamed that I'm late because I feel beautiful like this, and it takes time to get it done correctly.
The taxi stops, and I get out of the car after giving the driver money for the ride. I can see through the window that all four of the men I'm going to meet are already here waiting for me with drinks in hand. Damien's voice reaches my ears as I slowly and noiselessly approach.
"She's not going to come, okay? I should have known she wasn't coming..." he says with a sad voice and a sigh.
It pains me that he considers so little about me, I promised I would come, right? And if truth be told, I wanted to see him, even if we're finished. I take the opportunity to sneak up behind them and put my arms crossed before responding to his comment.
"Why do you think I wouldn't come? I told you I would."
They turn around and look at me. Damien looks ashamed but recovers quickly as he takes in my look, and I can see his adam's apple move as he swallows. If Brody were a dog, his tongue would hang outside his mouth right now, and he would be panting.
"Down, boy," I tell Brody before I hug Adrien.
"I thought you wouldn't appear," he says and hugs me back.
"Wow, the faith in here is admirable, don't hurt yourselves," I snort. "By the way, it takes time to look this beautiful."
Adrien laughs at me before he sits down, and I sit next to him. Damien hasn't said anything, and neither have the other brothers, probably they don't know what to say. Honestly, I don't know what to say either. The silence is getting embarrassing. Before I can open my mouth, someone else will.
"Ms. Ivanovich?"
I turn to the voice and make a facepalm inside my head. Of course, Mr. Alfredo had to say something now that I'm with people I don't want to know about what I'm doing at my work. I smile at him before I get up, and he gives me cheek to cheek kisses by tradition.
"Mr. Alfredo, how has your night been so far?" I ask in a formal tone because my rule is to keep business associates as what they are, business associates.
"It has been exceptional after all you helped us with, is your lawyer finished with the contract yet?" he asks, smiling with genuine happiness.
"I'm glad. The contract is finished and sent to you, you just need to sign it, and we have a deal."
"Great, thank you very much, miss Ivanovich! Excuse me if I bothered you and your company, order a drink, the least I can do is give you one."
"Thank You, Mr Alfredo. Say hi to your wife for me, and I'll see you later next week."
"Have a nice evning!"
He walks away, and I wave a waitress to me who takes my order for a glass of whiskey without ice. My company looks at me curiously and seems to have lots of questions. I waited until I got my drink and drank half of it until I took up the conversation.
"Ask, I know you want to."
"Ivanovich? Like Tessie Ivanovich?" Brody asks with wide eyes.
"Yes, that's my business name. It's easier to keep my personal life away from work that way. I own and lead two companies after all, " I answer, down the rest of the whiskey.
"Wait a minute here now... You're one of the most famous businesswomen in town, and I'm only finding out about this now?!" exclaims Adrien. "I'm your best friend, why didn't you tell me?!"
"Do you really want to go down that path about who hasn't said what?" I ask with narrowed eyes.
"Forget it; I take back my opinion. It's sick cool, though!" he continues with joy.
"It's not cool at all; you'd just know how many old guys on the board I have to smash and run over every day," I reply, rolling my eyes.
"Who's on the board?" Damien suddenly asks.
"You should know that, right, given that we have the same idiots in our companies?" I answer with a raised eyebrow.
"Are you the owner of E&N?!"Jaxon exclaims with surprise.
"Oh, my God, don't you know your business associates at all?" I ask uninterested. "Why are we discussing my work? Is that why you wanted me to come here?"
"Please forgive us. It just came a bit like a shock. We are very glad that you came," Damien responds with a warm smile on his lips that I answer without thinking about it. "We wanted to get a chance to explain why it turned out the way it turned out."
"Is it really necessary? We do not really have anything to build on after this anyway. You have your children," I say, and then point to the brothers. "You have your nephews and niece that you meet every two weeks just like me, so what's the problem? You have the opportunity to play happy family, take it."
"We can't," Brody responds sadly.
"And why can't you?"
"Because you're missing and you're family," Damien replies, looking into my eyes. "None of us are proud of what we have done. But what you should have with you is that if you're going to blame someone over your pain, don't blame your best friend or my brothers, blame me, because I'm the cause."
Involuntary tears begin to gather in my eyes; to remove the focus from me for a moment, I again call the waitress to our table. We order our food and drinks before returning to the heavy subject that is about to push me down to the floor with all the weight.
"It was I who said that they should not say anything because it was not their place to tell. I'm the one who put you in pain, and I stand for it. Hit me, hate me, scream at me, do whatever you want, but please don't stop talking to me. I need you in my life, and I know I'm selfish, who even thinks the thought of requesting it from you. Above all, given that I have no right to ask you anything at all. I'm really sorry I didn't say anything. You told me over and over again how important it was for you to find the boys ' dad, I should have said something by then. The longer it went, the better everything went between us, and I was afraid that you would leave me if you knew, because I had not said anything directly. In the end, I became comfortable with my new life, which included other than violence and money; I was happy. It was selfish of me to treat you like I did; even worse, it was that I missed another birth of my children because of my stupidity..." says Damien, and I bury my face in my hands.
"Excuse me," I say in a broken voice, walking towards the toilets.
I close the door and hold a steady grip of the sink so as not to fall on the floor. My legs are shaking, and my whole body is screaming at me. The tears squirt out of my eyes, and I don't know what to do. My sobs Echo against the tile walls, and suddenly the door opens.
Damien comes in with a worried face and takes me in his arms when he sees what condition I am in. I slap him on the chest and repeat, 'I hate you' until I give in and fall into his arms, crying. He says nothing but continues to hug me; it takes a little while for me to realize that he is also crying.
I look up at him through sticky lashes, and he looks back at me with wet cheeks. He presses his lips against mine, and I answer the kiss immediately without thinking. All I can think about is how much I need him and how much he needs me.
His tongue slides into my mouth, and I attack it with my own. My hands are working fast on getting his belt off and his pants off. He pulls up my dress to my waist, lifts me up and places me on the bench. My hand caresses his hard c**k, and I moan as he slips a finger into me.
I can hear how wet I am when he touches his fingers out and into me. He grunts low in my ear as I massage his s*x upside down. I can't take it anymore! My hand lets go of him, and he takes out his fingers from me. I move my panties aside, and he pushes into me.
"Oh my god!" I moan when I feel his thickness massage the right spots.
I moan louder as he slides in and out faster. His balls hit my ass in the most fantastic way; it feels like getting a loose spanking roughly. I open my eyes and look into his, filled with lust. He presses his lips against my neck and sucks hold of the delicate skin.
"I'm going to c*m, baby," I moan in his ear.
He picks up the pace and bite down on my shoulder. I explode from the sensation of pain mixed with pleasure. He bucks a few more times before he groans and spits his seed into me. We continue to be there in silence with each other, panting and hoping that we somehow can work in other ways than just s*x.
A/N:
Hello everyone!
So Damien and Wendy are beginning to move towards a better future. Mr. Alfredo almost blew her cover, thankfully Wendy's a smart and quick girl. It would be a shame if her true identity got out before she was ready. What did you think about the chapter? Please, let me know!
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