28. I Made A Big Mistake
I made a big mistake.
A very big mistake.
Well, it was big enough for Don to consider it a problem.
I showed up to the clubhouse without warning Don, completely forgetting that there were different chapters visiting. A part of me considered turning around and postponing why I arrived in the first place. I was going to. In fact, I was so close but then Dandelion caught me loitering the front yard.
He dragged my ass into the clubhouse—ignoring my protests—and introduced me to every man as ‘Don’s girl’. That sentence was like Raid or something because those men didn’t look at me twice. Dandelion was a cool guy. You know why? Because I called him by his full name, seeing how he’d act, and he didn’t even blink an eye. The last time Don called him out of his full name, he was ready to fight.
I guess being a woman had its advantages.
“Checkmate!” I yelled, knocking the bishop that was in front of Dandelion’s king. Shaking his head, he leaned into the couch and ran his fingers through his wild beard thoughtfully.
“Damn, you’re better at this than I thought,”
“My dad thought me,” I said, smiling in triumph. “And in middle school I was a part of the chess club.”
“Nerd,” he commented with a snort. Narrowing my eyes, I found the nearest couch pillow and tossed it to him.
“And I wear that insult with a proud badge,” I countered, tapping my chest twice with pride.
“It ain’t an insult no more. With all these superhero movies, being a nerd is ‘it’ now,” Goliath said, make air quotes with the word it.
“It now? Never knew you were following the popular trends, Goliath,”
“Yeah, well, my ears work. I hear things even though I don’t want to,” he responded despondently. “What about you, Vanessa, what trends do you follow?”
I didn’t respond. Instead, I started clearing up the place. When the silence grew too uncomfortably long—and it was obvious of my fend ignorance—Goliath spoke again. “You mute or something?”
“No, I just don’t like you,” I said while clearing the chess board. I didn’t look at Goliath or catch Dandelion’s expression. That didn’t stop his howl of laughter from reaching my ears.
After I cleared the table, I went to put the chess board back where I found it. I could hear the guys talking, whispering more like it, and it was extremely obvious it was about me. I was not shy hiding my dislike for Goliath; I could never hide my true feelings of those I disliked. I had no reason to dislike him. In fact, I was ready to accept him as a friend, knowing that he was Don’s best friend, but then his unfair dislike for me was what made me ditch the plan.
I searched through the kitchen for something, anything, to eat and came across a packet of cookies. I was quite surprised to see it was still there since the guys were like a hungry pack of wolves when it came to food.
I was in the middle of opening the pack when I familiar voice said from behind.
Swirling on my heels, I caught Don standing by the threshold of the door. Smiling, I ran across the width of the kitchen to him, and he swooped me in his arms. His lips were on my, my neck before reaching my own lips.
“What are you doing here?” He asked, pulling away to search my eyes.
“I came to see you,” I whispered, pressing my lips against his stubbled jaw. “I wanted to be with you.”
Don quirked a brow and a slow grin stretched across his face. “Alright, then.”
He glanced over his shoulder, checking if the guys were listening in. The guys were too occupied to notice Don, and he pulled me further into the kitchen and closed the door. Don pushed me until my back was against the counter. Before I could even utter a word, his lips crashed onto mine, and I took him in eagerly.
I moaned when his thumb brushed against my hardened nipple, shuddering as my body convulsed in pleasure. His tongue snaked to lick mine, and I did the same, tasting a hint of whiskey with a lingering flavour of smoke.
Greedily, I drank him in and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling my body flushed to his. The ridge of his erection poked my belly, stealing my attention almost completely that I nearly forgot why I was at the clubhouse.
Galvanised by his realisation, I gasped and pulled away. Don watched me with a frown, questions lingering in his dark gaze. “I have something to tell you,”
“I went to see Adam the other day,”
At my nod, his nostrils flared with anger. “Vanessa—”
“Before you get mad,” I said, holding up my hands to calm his temper. “He told me that he never believed their death was an accident. I told him about the cabin. I’ve given him a lead, and he can help us figure out what happened.”
Searching my face, Don took in a deep breath. I was acutely aware of his thumbs brushing against my waist and the steady tick of his strong jaw.
“Has he made plans to catch up if he finds anything?”
“Yes, not that there’s any difficulty to find me,”
“The next time he calls, you call me. If he wants to arrange a meeting, I’ll coming with you,”
Tilting his head to the side, he gave me a look—as if I was a child being scolded—and arched a brow. Sighing, I decided to let it go. Removing my arms from his neck, I tried to step away but he tightened his hold on me.
“I’m not done with you,” he whispered, his lips grazing mine. “Not soon at least.”
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