I had to agree with Donovan. I’d never been to a baby shower, either, and didn’t have any plans to in the future.
No, Donovan didn’t have answers to those questions, but he had to admit, so far it wasn’t bad. There was an open bar, which he’d already taken advantage of, as well as free food. And from what he could tell, there was only one game.
NOTE: Look up what kinds of games are played at baby showers.
Not that Donovan would let any of his friends know he’d willingly spent a Saturday night at a baby shower, but still. He was committed, so he figured what the hell. Definitely not the most exciting thing he’d done as of late, but the alcohol was helping.
Then she walked in and the night took an immediate turn.
For the better, he hoped.
Kora Madison.
As she moved across the room, Donovan noticed how heads turned and whispers started. He had to give her credit, she was brave. Considering this was her sister’s baby shower and the proud father was none other than her lying, cheating ex.
Yeah, it appeared no one else knew the reasons circumstances behind Sam and Kora’s breakup, but Donovan did. After all, Sam was his pain-in-the-ass kid brother. There was a five-year gap in their ages, but growing up, they’d been relatively close. Right up until Donovan had moved out of their small backwoods Texas town and ventured to the big city.
I definitely needed to add some details here. Why did he go to the city? Which city? What did he do? Those were all questions I would table for another time, needing to get words down to see where this was going.
Donovan had never understood why Sam hadn’t introduced him to Kora during the two years they the pair had dated, until right at that moment. If Kora had been his girl, Donovan would’ve wanted to keep her locked away himself, spending every waking moment ravaging her. She was…
My thoughts instantly drifted to Presley.
Fuck. Kora took his breath away, made him want things. Stupid things. And he wasn’t simply talking about endless nights of orgasms, either.
“You see her?” someone the man sitting at the table in front of Donovan said to the woman beside him. “She walks in here like that. It’s no wonder Sam had to seek solace in Trina’s arms. It’s obvious she’s a whore.”
Donovan reached for the man’s chair, yanking it backward, leaving the man guy flailing to keep from falling back. The balding bastard squeaked louder than the chair legs on the tiled floor. Leaning down, Donovan kept his tone lethal. “Don’t let me hear that come out of your mouth ever again. Understand?”
The man’s eyes widened as he nodded his head.
Donovan released him, then took his place against the wall once more. Now that he had something to keep him occupied, he wasn’t dreading the next couple of hours.
In fact, now he was looking forward to them.
As did I.
Not bad for a rough draft. I knew in the end it would be much better, but for now, it worked.
And I definitely liked where this was headed.
Chapter Sixteen
Jake
Sunday morning
I stared at the notebook on the desk in front of me while I stretched my fingers and shook out my hands. This writing thing was a hell of a lot harder than I remembered. Much easier to type the words than handwrite them.
My eyes slid over to the clock sitting on the corner of my desk.
Three o’clock in the morning.
How about that?
I’d been writing and rereading for a solid two hours. And as I skimmed the first chapter once more through blurry eyes, I knew I could keep going but wasn’t sure I could stay awake enough to make sense. Instead, I flipped back to the first page.
Kora and Donovan. Even after the first chapter, I knew this couple was going to be explosive. I definitely was on to something here. Scorned woman, white knight, who didn’t love that shit?
However, I didn’t want to get too far ahead of myself, even if I was fairly certain I’d broken through the block. The pessimist in me tacked on, even if it was potentially only temporary.
My thoughts drifted back to the coral-haired woman with the sweet smile and stormy eyes. Presley Abrams. The woman I’d loosely based Kora on. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but I was fairly certain I’d found my muse. She was sexy, smart, independent. Beautiful. Did I mention sexy?