“Doubtful, plan is to get him drunk enough he can’t. I mean, it’s not like he really wants to touch me, anyway. I haven’t had sex with anyone since Zane.”
“I know. I just walked in on that.”
“No, before this time.”
“Wait, but…” She points down at my stomach and I look back up as her mouth drops open. “Oh, so this isn’t the first time you’ve cheated on Darren?”
“Is it really cheating? I don’t really have a choice.” My sister looks at me concerned, I confided in her last night about everything that has gone on.
“Also, did he say your first husband?”
“Yes.” I laugh as I walk over and check my hair and makeup in the mirror, slightly. Blair’s face pop up behind me in the mirror. “He said that Darren is a practice because he’s going to be the only real thing. That was after he told me he’s gonna kill him.”
Blair falls backwards onto the chair and giggles like a little girl. I can’t help but laugh at her reaction. “I think I like him.”
“Yeah.” I agree, looking out the window of the door to the patio. The door that he just went out of. “I do too.”
“You’re in love with him.” She whispers and I just look over at her and sigh. “I’m surprised he’s letting this wedding happen.”
“He wouldn’t if I hadn’t told him not to do anything.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Darren knows that Zane and I used to have whatever it was. I’m not sure if he ever saw how I felt about him, but he saw the scar. So he threatened his freedom if I did anything.”
“Wait, what scar?” My sister asks me, curiously.
I sigh as I turn around. “Unzip me.”
My sister does and I let the dress fall one last time as I show her my hip and she gasps. “Zane branded you?”
“Yeah.” I can’t help but laugh slightly. “I mean, he has a matching one, sooo…”
“And what did Darren say when he saw the scar?”
“He acted like he didn’t see it. But how could he have missed it?”
“It’s almost like he knew Zane had branded you, so he knocked you up to say he owns you.”
I stare at my sister, contemplating what she’s saying.
“But why would he do that? They have no connection.”
“Maybe because Zane’s the president of the MC. They know he’s up to no good.”
All throughout the night, all I can imagine are his eyes and the sadness that they wore as he was leaving.
I sit across from Darren at the table, not saying a word, only eating, or really pushing around my food on my plate. My stomach has been in knots since I saw the flash of his bike as he pulled into the parking lot and out of sight.
I swear I can hear him talking somewhere in the back, which causes me to look across the table to check if Darren heard.
But he hasn’t, or at least he hasn’t reacted.
I knew when he said that we were coming here, that the club owned the restaurant, but I also knew that it wasn’t an option to offer that information.
I can breathe a sigh of relief when I box up the food that he can’t finish. I don’t even bother taking mine.
He stands up to pay the bill. I know he expects me to stand up with him and walk over to the counter.
