What Donovan Wants (The Accidental Series, Book 4) (9 page)

“
Donovan, I’m going to get
out of your hair,” his mother said.

Donovan hugged her and walked her to the
door.

“
Oh, D.J. is in his room
playing with toys...told him I’d let him stay up until you got
here. He wanted you to tuck him in.”

“
Okay. Thanks
Mother.”

“
You’re welcome.” With her
bag hanging from her shoulder, she said, “All right. Have a good
night. You too, Kamila.”

Kamila smiled and Donovan closed the door.
Then he took Kamila by the hand and said, “Come with me.”

Kamila threw her purse to the couch and
followed Donovan upstairs. He went straight to D.J.’s room. D.J.
was sitting on the floor, pushing toy Tonka trucks next to his bed.
He looked up, saw his father and his face lit up. “Dad!” He jumped
off the floor and ran to hug him, wrapping his little arms around
his father as much as he could. “Dad, where were you?”

“
I was stuck at work, lil’
buddy. But I’m here now, and I brought a friend with
me.”

D.J. peeped around his father’s leg.

“
This is Kamila,” Donovan
said.

“
Hi Ms.
Kamila.”

“
Hi D.J. You’re such a
cutie pie.”

The little boy blushed. “My Granny says I
get it from my daddy.”

Kamila smiled.
Granny is right about that...

“
All right...time for
bed,” Donovan told his son.

Kamila stepped out into the hallway while
Donovan tucked his son in, turned off his lamp and pulled the door
closed.

“
Sweet boy,” Kamila told
him.

“
Thanks.”

She quietly followed Donovan downstairs and
once they reached the bottom step, she walked over to the couch,
took her purse and said, “Okay, well, thanks for letting me meet
your son. I got a long day ahead of me tomorrow, as you very well
know, so I’m going to get going.”

Donovan smirked. “So I don’t even get a
thank you?”

“
For what?”

“
For landing this account
for you. I’m sure your commission check is going to look real
nice.”

“
I didn’t ask you to do
this for me.”

“
I never said you did,” he
said, inching closer to her.

Annoyed, Kamila rolled her eyes and said,
“Well, thanks. There...happy?” She turned to walk away when she
heard his seductive voice say, “Don’t go, Kamila.”

“
I have to go.”

“
No you don’t,” he said,
his footsteps getting closer. “I miss you,” he whispered behind her
neck. “And I want you. And you want me, too. That’s why you came
here.” He leaned forward to softly kiss her around her
neck.

Kamila closed her eyes, and pulled in a
breath. Then she remembered Lori’s words – you deserve better. She
jerked away from him and said, “I have to go.”

Donovan grabbed her this time, pushing her
back against the door, staring at her lips. “I miss you, Kamila,”
he said again. He intended on getting the same response back from
her one way or another. With their faces touching and his lips
brushing up against her ear, he said, “Don’t you miss me?”

“
Donovan...”

“
Don’t you miss me,
Kamila?” he asked.

His warm breath and lips against her body
made her skin crawl. When she felt her legs go wobbly, that’s when
she knew she was succumbing to his advances, helplessly
surrendering to him. “Yes. I miss you, Donovan, but there are some
things I don’t understand.”

“
What don’t you
understand, baby?”

“
If you missed me so much,
why didn’t you call me? You know where I work.”

“
Kamila, don’t ruin this,
okay.”

“
Why didn’t you call
me?”

“
Okay, you wanna do this
now?” Donovan asked, annoyed. “I didn’t call you because I didn’t
want you to think that this was more than what it is.”

Kamila looked at him like he was a stranger.
“Wow. I should’ve known what kind of man you were when you left
without even saying goodbye to me on the last day of the cruise.
I’m sorry I got the wrong idea.”

“
I was upfront with you,
Kamila. I told you I wasn’t interested in a relationship. And you
told me that you wouldn’t fall in love with me.”

“
I know. This is all my
fault. But no worries. It will
never
happen again.”

“
Kamila.”

Kamila grabbed her purse from the couch.

“
Kamila, wait. Let me
explain.”

“
No need. I’m done being
used by men. You’re all the same. I’m the idiot for thinking you
were different. My first opinion of you was the correct one.
You
are
a jerk!”
She slammed the door behind her and wiped tears from her
eyes.

Donovan sighed and rubbed his head. What did
he want with Kamila? He loved being with her and it wasn’t just
physical. She was smart, beautiful and fun to be around. She was
young, but not young enough that he couldn’t relate to her and vice
versa. But would he be investing his time in a woman who would die,
fall ill or be the victim of some other tragedy, leaving him alone
yet again?

For years he managed not to get too attached
to a woman, to remain a single bachelor but there was a reason he
married Teresa. He was tired of the single life. At thirty-six,
growing old with someone was a lot more appealing than dating woman
after woman, only to end up back at square one – single and lonely,
chasing a married woman who didn’t want him. Those days were over.
He needed the normality of a relationship, but to commit himself to
a woman again was frightening. When he did it with Teresa, he
didn’t know he would be put in a position where he would have to do
it all over again.

~ Chapter Thirteen ~

Kamila had signed
up about forty employees before noon. She took an
hour lunch break, alone, using the time alone to reflect on her
life, on her goals and what she wanted. If a man didn’t come with
the plan, then so be it. She wouldn’t let Donovan walk all over
her, allowing herself to turn into mush whenever he came around.
Why should she be so taken by a man who only wanted to
enjoy
her at his own
leisure?

After lunch, she was back at Zenadel to
finish out the day. When she opened the door to the conference
room, she saw Donovan sitting there in a black suit and red tie,
leaned back in a black office chair, his arms propped up on the
armrest.

Great. Now I gotta deal
with this.
“What are you doing here?”
Kamila asked.

“
Signing up for the
insurance,” he said all smug, knowing that wasn’t the reason he was
there. And he knew that she knew it as well.

“
Okay,” Kamila said,
determined not to let him get under her skin. She took a seat, set
her purse on the floor and asked, “Will that be health, dental,
vision or life?”

“
Health and life. Can I
ask you something, Kamila?”

“
Sure you can if it’s
something related to your new insurance policies.” She gathered the
necessary forms together to avoid making eye contact with
him.

“
It’s not.”

“
Well, in that case, no.
Now getting back to business, for the health insurance, you need to
fill out this form, for the life, this one and I will need your
beneficiary information as well, Mr. Sharper.”

Donovan glared at her. Did she really think
she would out-talk and ignore his request? “You told me you
wouldn’t fall in love with me, Kamila, so why did you?”

“
I didn’t.”

“
You did. Why?”

Dismissing his question, she said, “Can you
complete these forms in your office? There are other people
waiting. Oh, and before you go, I have another set of forms for
you.” Kamila dug a letter size envelope from her purse and said,
“Here are the annulment papers. I would appreciate it if you would
get those back to me as soon as possible, Mr. Sharper.”

With challenging eyes, he
said, “
Mr. Sharper
...we’re being formal now?”

Donovan stood up, snatched the papers and
the envelope off the table and headed for the door. Before he
touched the knob, he turned around to look at her again. “You got
some nerve.”

Kamila rolled her eyes.

“
Yeah, roll your eyes.
That’s
real
mature of you.”

“
Why don’t you just
leave?” she told him, raising her tone a bit. “You’re good at
that.”

He glared at her again,
not saying a word. Once he gathered himself and his thoughts, he
said, “This whole marriage nonsense was your idea and now you want
to make
me
out to
be the bad guy.”

“
You
are
the bad guy. You’re a man,
aren’t you?”

“
Here we go,” Donovan
drawled out. “Now I get grouped with the rest of the men who
supposedly done you wrong...”

“
Skip other men...I’m
talking about you! It was so easy for you to leave me laying in bed
alone on the ship, wasn’t it, without even saying goodbye to me? Or
maybe you spent the morning with some other woman...or two. Or
three.”

“
Wow. You have some
imagination.”

“
Do I?”

“
Yeah, you do.”

“
Ah’ight,” he said in a
low, calm, eerie tone. “But just for the record, the morning of
debarkation, I came back to your room to see you off and you were
already gone.”

“
Yeah...whatever.”

“
No, it’s not
whatever
, Kamila. It’s
the truth. And for what it’s worth to you, you’re the only woman
I’ve been with since Teresa.”

Kamila frowned. “I would have to be a fool
to believe that I’m the only woman you’ve been with in five
years.”

“
Then you’re a fool.
Goodbye, Kamila.” Donovan opened the door and slammed it behind
him.

Kamila dropped her head in frustration. Was
he telling the truth? And did he really come back to her room that
morning to say goodbye? At any rate, I didn’t seem to matter now.
He was gone and from the looks of it, gone for good.

~ Chapter Fourteen ~

A week
later
, Kamila had Lori over for a girl’s
night with fruit, snacks and drinks. She’d brought her up-to-date
on her weekend run-in with Donovan, how she regretted sleeping with
him yet again and how Donovan claimed to have came to her room the
last day of the cruise to say his goodbyes, but she was
gone.

“
So what? You don’t
believe he actually came to say goodbye?”

Kamila shrugged. “I don’t know what to
believe.”

“
I don’t see why he would
lie about it.”

Kamila took a sip of pomegranate tea and
readjusted her position on the couch. “He told me I was the only
woman he’d been intimate with in five years.”

“
Okay, now that’s a tad
bit farfetched,” Lori said, then grinned.

“
That’s what I thought
too, but he was so serious about it and—”

A knock at the door interrupted her.

“
You expecting somebody,
girl?” Lori asked her.

“
Nope,” Kamila said,
getting up from the couch. She peeped out of the blinds and saw
Tony standing there, wearing a baseball cap, a loose-fitted T-shirt
and some saggy jeans. “Oh my goodness. It’s Tony.”

“
Tony?”

“
Yeah. He must be
lonely...”

Kamila swung the door open with force. “What
do you want, Tony?”

“
I wanna holla at you,
baby,” he said with a sly smile.

“
Baby?”
Kamila frowned. She stepped outside, closed the
door behind her and said, “You need to leave.”

“
Baby, don’t be like
that,” he said, reaching to hold her hand.

Kamila snatched it away. “Why are you
here?”

“
I was hoping we could
talk through some things.”

“
No. We can’t.”

Tony wrapped his arms around her tight and
said, “Don’t be like that, girl.”

“
Tony, get your hands off
of me.” Kamila struggled to get free of him but was no match for
his strength. “Tony, get off of me!”

“
Just listen to me,
man...let me talk to you for a minute!”

“
No. I don’t need an
explanation. You go back with that skank that you left me
for.”

“
Nah...I don’t want her.
You know you my boo, now stop playing.”

“
Tony, let me go.” She
tried to push him away but was unsuccessful.

Then out of nowhere she heard a deep,
demanding voice say with authority, “Take your hands off of my
wife.”

She looked out into the yard and saw Donovan
quickly approaching them, walking up the sidewalk leading to the
front door of her apartment where Tony had her locked in his
arms.

“
What?” Tony said, looking
completely confused.

“
You heard what I said,”
Donovan said, fearlessly walking up to Tony with anger in his eyes,
looking like he was ready for battle, nostrils flaring. “Take your
hands off of my wife. If I have to say it again, we gon’ have a
problem out here, playa.”