Ana's Daddy

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

An ominous gut feeling overtakes me. I can't say where it's from. It came out of nowhere. I enjoyed Emma's company and watched the crowd as we sipped on our drinks. I grabbed Emma's hand and dragged her to the dance floor, laughing. I wanted to hear what Ryan and Elizabeth were saying to the man on the dancefloor. As I got to the floor before getting close enough to Ryan, some men started dancing with us, which made us giggle. They were stunning, but for some reason, none of them grabbed my attention beyond the dancing. The man I was dancing with spun me, and I bumped into a man. Over my shoulder, I apologized. I got a grumbling reply, "It's fine, dear. Have a good time." It made me look and lay my eyes on him. He was an older man, tall and built like a football player, making me feel insignificant. His eyes were kind, and his smile was warm.

Emma grabbed my hand and pulled me, and dragged me away. I could hear Ryan even better now; he must be close by. I couldn't focus on listening to what they were saying, but what I made out was about some note, and the man sounded irritated. It amazed me the man didn't knock Ryan out. Emma walked hurriedly with me past them, turned before we got too close, and took a long route around some people. We thought we had had enough of Ryan and his old hag; we got our jackets and left. We were lucky to find Ethan standing out on the street. Ethan must have seen we were agitated; he got a concerned look as he scrutinized us up and down. In a jiffy, he smiled as we looked to be okay.

"Hey, babes, you seem upset, what's up?"

"f*****g Ryan and Elizabeth were in there arguing with a man on the dancefloor. Elizabeth was all over that man. Man, did he look annoyed. They ruined our night out by just seeing them."

Ethan looks angry. He hates Ryan for everything he did to me, but to be honest, my friend hated him long before that, too. Ethan takes up his phone and tells the person that answers the call to throw Ryan's ass out and anyone that's with him. Ethan puts his phone in his pocket, opens the door to his car, and says, "Girls, let's go and have some fun."

Emma and I sat in the backseat of the car, and I had to ask.

"Where are you taking us?"

"My other club, of course. You need to have some fun."

"You are the best, Ethan. I always said you are the silent, deadly type." Emma exclaimed.

He rolled his eyes at that and smiled, "Dear Em, you know I am no boy scout or silent, but I know when to talk, when to act, and I damn well know how to treat women like yourselves." With that, he smiles naughtily as a Cheshire cat.

I gawk into the mirror to meet Ethan's tentative eyes and turn to peek at Emma, who was smiling and flittingly blinking her eyes at me. What just happened? I am stunned and left speechless. Emma whispers, "Not even you can be that blind."

I drop my jaw like a baby bird about to be fed. Emma's finger firmly taps my chin, and I shut it. I am still feeling the shock of the news. Ethan wants me, and from the look he gave me, he has for a long time. While waiting for me to see him as he sees me, he must have put effort into his business and studies. Ethan is a fantastic man. My bruised heart has an open bleeding wound as if I would have forgotten, a little flutter in my tummy. Yes, I know, my peanut. I don't think any man is ready to take on the responsibility of a child that isn't his. As I think about my future, I see it lonely and loveless. It will be me, my peanut, and my friends. It's depressing; I love to have found love that lasts.

"Ethan!" Emma screams as he pulls over.

I look where we are. We are at the Spice. That's Ethan's super popular club. He got This club as a birthday gift from his father when he turned 22. His family is unbelievably wealthy, but none have that stuck-up behavior like they are better than anyone else. I love that about Ethan, but he is also a fantastic person and, of course, an awesome friend. Em and I walk hand in hand, and the doorman greets us at the door. Just walking inside, we see our friends. All the guys are here. It makes me think Ethan only came to persuade us to go to Spice instead of staying in S2.

"Come on, girls, let's go to our private room before hitting the dancefloor," Ethan grumbled. At first, I didn't notice, but Emma poked me in the side and then pointed towards Elijah. Holy crap, here comes trouble. I see Elijah gaze at me and smile, but then he turns to Ethan; the smile disappears, and he looks jealous.

Mike moans as he exclaims, "You ordered food, right?"

Ethan laughs and says, "Of course, I know how you are. Come on, let's go to our private room."

"You are impossible, Mike. But just this once, I will agree because Ana and I didn't have dinner before going to S2."

Alex takes my arm and walks before the rest, and he roars so they all hear, you are mine, and I will make sure to feed you well, my friend.

What is wrong with these men? They are starting to drive me crazy. It's bad enough that I just now realized both Ethan and

Elijah wants me or has a crush on me, or what is going on?

"Now boys, calm your horses. She is mine and so is the little peanut in her tummy," Emma said as she caressed my stomach. I look at her, annoyed. She knows I don't like it when she does that. It feels like an intrusion.

We walked into the room, and there was all kinds of food. I look closer and see Ethan's smile. I look at the food again. It is all of my favorites. Mike grunts with disappointment and sighs,

"f**k you, Ethan! Couldn't you at least have added some real food, like something for me?"

Perfect timing, the door opened, and in came waiters with more food, and it made Mike grin, "Finally, the food is here."

We all grabbed our plates, put all kinds of food on them, sat, and started to chat. So far, this has been the best night out for a long time, and we haven't gotten to the dance floor yet. Time passes, and we are having a great time. We are all full and having a few drinks after dinner; I have no alcohol, though. "I know we all are full of yummy foods. Now, should we hit the dancefloor?" Ethan asked. The guys didn't answer; they stood and walked toward the door to leave. I looked at Emma. We smiled and followed the guys out of the room toward the club's dancefloor and bar.

Emma and I danced with Ethan and Alex while Mike and Elijah pursued some hot girls. I had a great time dancing and enjoying my evening with friends so much that I forgot how the evening started with seeing Ryan and Elizabeth. We dance the night away and, from time to time, take a break at the bar. I still can't shake the feeling of being watched and having eyes burning into my back. Each time I look around to see if someone is watching me, I don't see anyone doing that. In the club, happy people are dancing and having drinks. I must be imagining things.