Amy seems to think that Draven is falling in love with me. I chuckled and shook my head. I told Amy there's no way, but that I know Draven feels something for me, he cares about me. God, and the way he touches me... Amy shook her head with wide eyes, and I laughed when I realized the last thing she wanted to hear was how good her boss is in bed.
I could think of worse men to sleep with for the rest of my life.
Don't judge a man on what he had to do, judge him only by what he wanted to do.
I've been for my twenty-week scan. Everything is just perfect with our baby. I was scared that something could be wrong. Old memories have a way of creeping back into the mind and causing havoc.
Draven and I decided not to find out the sex of our baby; we want the surprise. Draven was so excited and awed by seeing the baby we'd created together. So happy that he organized a family dinner at his restaurant, closing it off to the public, inviting his sister and her husband, his brother and his wife, his cousin and her husband, Tank and his wife, my sister and her husband. To celebrate the fact our baby is fine, healthy, growing as it should. My sister commented on how happy and healthy I looked. It made me happy that she could see it. Because I am happy, and I am healthy.
I know what people think of Draven, the scary, violent, dangerous Don, who will kill a man for merely looking at him the wrong way. But it's the truth in every aspect when I say that he is the total opposite of that with me. He treats me like no man ever has, like I never knew a man could treat a woman before.
Draven is fast becoming everything to me.
I couldn't stop smiling the whole evening, and Draven sat right next to me, his arm around me, kissing my cheek every now and again. I haven't been this happy... well, ever.
Draven gave me a credit card a couple of weeks ago. He told me to use it whenever and for whatever I wanted. I was a little apprehensive at first. I didn't want to take his money, especially not a platinum credit card! I'd never even seen one in real life before that moment. Draven told me to stop analyzing everything and just go with it. That soon we'll be married, and everything he owns now belongs to me as much as him.
Where did he come from?
And how in this world did I get so lucky that he became mine?
Today I'm meeting with my sister so we can go shopping for my wedding favors and her bridesmaid dress. Whatever she chooses will be what I want for the other bridesmaids. Obviously, Jessica won't have the same, she's a toddler, but the color will match.
I've also developed a habit of shopping for baby things. I used to feel bad about spending money, but each time I go shopping and see the huge smile on Draven's face when I show him what I've bought, it makes it all worthwhile.
And the sex?
Oh, my god! I've never had sex like it in my life. He's so adventurous and can get me to do things no one else ever could.
I know what people think of me. They think I'm some dumb blonde who got knocked up by Don Vidal and is now being forced to marry him because of that fact. At first, that's how it was, but now, now I'm marrying him because I want to. Just like he told me I would. Maybe the volts of electricity from the cattle prod shocked my brain into thinking this way, but I don't care. I don't even care about the faint scars from said cattle prod. Most women would run from him for that alone, but I just can't leave him. Not for anything.
I know he's everything people say he is, I'm no idiot, but I won't have people saying things about us that aren't true. It pisses me off so badly. I would never hurt anyone, nor would I have Draven hurt anyone for me, but I have a mouth, and I use it. If people say things about Draven and I hear them, they soon know about it.
Trouble is, Draven has started to notice how much it gets to me. Not that he's heard first hand the words that hurt me. He'd kill those who said them. To be honest, I'm not sure Draven doesn't find out who upsets me and kills them.
I don't condone murder; it makes me physically sick even thinking about it. But what the hell can I do about it? Draven won't listen to me when I ask him not to do anything. He just tells me that as the Don of his famiglia he has to set an example to everyone around him. If he lets just one person get away with disrespecting him or me, then he's not the Don people think he is, and then people will think they can overthrow him because of his weakness. Draven is not a weak man in any sense of the word.
Before I meet Brooke, as she's now officially on leave from work, I'm on my way to Draven's restaurant Papa Joe's, named after his grandfather. It probably sounds pathetic, but I miss him. He was so late home last night that I was asleep before he got there, and I was so tired that I didn't wake like I usually do when he climbs into bed with me. He was gone when I awoke this morning. Although he left me a note apologizing for being so busy and how he'll make it up to me soon.
The bell above the door chimes as I open it. I'm greeted by a young woman, tall, long legs, brunette, very pretty, model type. The usual kind of girl who works for a Mafia Don. Appearances and all.
Wrong in my book, but then it's not my place to put my opinion across.
“Welcome to Papa Joe's. My name is Bella. Will it be a table for one?”
“No, thank you. I just need a moment with Draven.”
Bella eyes me suspiciously. Her eyes travel down my body, taking in my clothes. Not that I see anything wrong with what I'm wearing. It's still warm out, so I'm wearing a yellow summer dress with a white, thin, short-sleeved cardigan, and white flat sandals. It's classy, and I know Draven approves of my outfit because he bought it. My hair is loose, and I've pushed my sunglasses up on my head, holding my hair back from my face.
I look okay, right?
I guess not to the likes of Bella.
She stares at my baby bump, the bump I am so damn proud of, and the look of disgust on her face makes my blood boil.
How fucking dare she look at me like that?!
“Mr. Vidal is a very busy man. He does not wish to be disturbed. Especially not by...” She looks me up and down again. She obviously thinks she's better than me in her crisp Armani skirt suit, high heels, manicured nails, perfect hair, and makeup. Bitch! I'm just as good as her. Just as polished. The only difference is that I'm pregnant! “Someone like you.”
She obviously doesn't know who I am. Silly girl.
“Someone like me?”
Bella smirks at me, and I want to smack her in the face! I am not a violent person by any means, but I'm pregnant and hormonal, and this bitch is pissing me off with her snotty attitude! Plus, I'm not going to be a pushover anymore. Draven has given me the strength to stand up for myself.
Don't get me wrong; I never let people outside of my family treat me some type of way. However, it wasn't always easy to tell someone to back off when you have to be the bigger person.
“As I said: Mr. Vidal is busy.” She holds her hand out in a, follow me to the door, kind of way. I don't move. I fold my arms across my chest and stand my ground. I want to see Draven, and I won't leave until I do! “If you don't leave, I'll call security.”
“Call them.” Like I give a shit.
Bella wastes no time in picking up the phone behind her little welcome podium. I listen to her explaining how she has a problem out front and needs whoever's help.
It's not two minutes before Tony comes walking out from the back, walking tall and proud in his Armani suit and tie. He's quite handsome. Okay, he's stunningly handsome, icy blues and chiseled features that of a male model. His sun kissed-skin and that panty-dropping smile could be lethal to all women out there. He would have been just my type once upon a time. Thinking that only makes me chuckle to myself.
He walks toward me with a frown on his face. He looks from me to bitch features. “Bella, would you mind telling me what's going on.”
“Well, this woman came in asking for Mr. Vidal, calling him by his Christian name like she had a right. I told her that she couldn't see him because he's a busy man, and I can't just let anyone through to see him.”
“What you actu
ally said was that he didn't want to be disturbed by someone like me while staring at my pregnant stomach in disgust.”
“Well...” She looks at Tony, and he's looking at her with the angriest look I've ever seen on his face. He's always been calm and collected when I've seen him.
“Hi, Tony,” I ignore bitch face.
“Marnie,” He tips his head respectfully.
“Surely Draven can spare two minutes to see his pregnant fiancée?” I smirk as bitch faces expression pales.
“Of course, he can. Everyone here knows to let you through should you ask to speak with Don Vidal.” Every single person refers to Draven as Mr. Vidal, Don Vidal, or Boss, never by his given name. Respect. Draven is all about respect. “Follow me.”
I eye bitch face as I walk right past her, my head held high. I'm not the kind of woman to look down my nose at other's, but she didn't even give me the chance to explain who I was!