Danaë Chapter 7 #2
“Dallia, I never imagined seeing you here. I thought you’d rather be dead than be seen doing anything domesticated. What happened? All your servants quit?” I asked snidely.
She gave me a withering look, but it didn’t hurt me a bit. “You are to call me Mother, not by my first name. That’s even more disrespectful,” she chided.
“Well, I give respect where it’s earned. I guess that tells you that I don’t respect you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m leaving.”
I curved to the left to go around her. I made it three steps beyond her before my path was blocked. Standing there was a tall, very muscular man. He was dressed in a black suit, and his arms were crossed over his chest. He wore an expression that screamed, Don’t make me stop you.
“Dallia, I assume this walking wall of meat and no brains belongs to you. You’d better tell him he has five seconds to move or I’ll move him,” I warned.
“Danae, act like a proper lady, not a ruffian. Besides, you can’t seriously believe you can take on a trained, professional bodyguard,” Mom said.
“Wanna bet. And since when do you need a bodyguard? Did someone finally threaten to take out your husband, and he added you to the protection detail? Surely, he knows that you can’t kill a heartless schemer like you, so adding a detail to you is a waste. You’re already dead.”
Her face flushed, and her mouth tightened into a straight line. Her face appeared almost line-free, which shouted to me she’d had work done.
“I need to talk to you. Can’t you just give me a few minutes of your time? I’ve been going to your apartment, but you are never there. Did you move?” Mom asked.
“My time is precious. I need to get home and cook dinner. As for where I live, that is none of your business.”
“You’re always so hardheaded, Danae. Men do not find that attractive. No wonder you have no man and aren’t married,” Mom said cruelly, though in a low voice so no one heard her.
I resisted the urge to tell her that not only did I have a man, but I was having his baby. That was information she had no right to. She gave up her right to know anything about me or my life. I couldn’t forgive her for what I saw as her betrayal of Dad and the supposed love they had.
“Tell him to move, now,” I snapped. Then, after a pause, I started counting, “One…two…three…four…” I saw her guard smirk at four. I smiled as I said, “Five.”
He had his arms still crossed. I swung the shopping basket in my left hand at his crotch.
Typical man, he dropped his arms to shield himself.
That was when I used the heel of my right hand to slam into his nose.
I heard the crack as it broke. He let a strangled shout out, then stopped.
His eyes watered as he hunched over, holding his nose with both hands.
That gave me an opening, so I swung my basket again.
This time, since he was busy with his nose, I made contact with his crotch.
He groaned and fell to his knees. I heard Mom gasp and say my name in disbelief.
I didn’t look at her as I continued walking away.
I decided it was probably smarter to leave my things behind and get out of there.
The cops were undoubtedly being called. If they wanted me, they could figure out where I was.
I wouldn’t apologize. I asked him to move.
He didn’t. I felt threatened and as if my life was in danger.
I used force because I was afraid for my unborn child.
Or so I’d tell the cops. In actuality, I detested my mom and wanted to get away from her no matter what.
Outside, I headed straight for my car. It wasn’t parked too far away.
As I made my way there, I kept scanning the lot.
There was no telling if she had other people hanging outside.
I saw no one suspicious, but I didn’t relax until I was in my car and pulling out of the lot.
As I did, I glanced in the rearview mirror and could see Mom and her limping guard exit the store.
Seconds later, a limo that must’ve been parked in the back came around and stopped in front of them.
The driver jumped out and opened the back door for her.
While she slid inside, her worse-for-wear bodyguard rounded the car and got in the front passenger seat.
It wasn’t until I got to Heath’s condo and was parked in his garage with the door closed that I relaxed.
I rushed to get out of my car and into the house.
I fumbled with the key in the lock but finally got it open.
Inside, I went straight to the kitchen. I was on autopilot.
At the sink, I hung my head over it, grasping the edge of it.
Movement out of the corner of my eye made me scream and jump back.
My hand went to the butcher block where the sharp knives were.
I stopped short of pulling one out of its slot because my brain recognized Heath before my body did.
When he registered, my arms fell, and my whole body began to sink.
Heath saved me from sitting on the floor.
He carefully wrapped me in his arms and held me up.
“Whoa, hang on there. Let me get you to somewhere soft,” Heath said a moment before he swept me up in his arms and carried me bridal-style to the bedroom. He placed me on the bed. Concern marred his brow. He frowned.
“What the hell was that? Are you alright? Should I call someone?” Heath asked in a rush.
I held up my hand. “Lover, I’m fine, just a tad shaky. It’s from relief, not my blood sugar dropping,” I assured him.
He sat next to me. “What has you stressed? Point me to it, and I’ll kill it for you,” Heath growled.
A tiny giggle escaped before I could stop it. Then, I sobered up enough to answer him. “Wow, it takes almost nothing to trigger your aggression gene. You can’t go around offing people. It makes society afraid.”
“Hey, no joking around. What are you relieved about?” His hands held mine. The warmth felt good. I hadn’t realized they were cold.
“It’s nothing really. I stopped at the grocery store that I like over this way. You know, the one I took you to,” I reminded him. Heath nodded, so I continued.
“I was just finishing up. I wanted the ingredients to make a pot roast tonight. Anyway, I was in the produce section. I’d finished my selections, but before I turned around to go to the checkout, I heard my mom’s voice.
I couldn’t help it, I had to engage with her, honey.
She makes me so furious I can’t help it. She’s lucky I don’t throat punch her.”
I hesitated a moment or two, then continued.
“She wanted to know if I had moved and what I was doing there. Shit like that. I gave her no real answers. I decided I’d had enough after insulting her a few times, which gave me joy, so I walked away.
Only she wasn’t alone. It seems that her husband now has at least one bodyguard with her.
He blocked my path and wouldn’t move. I told her to command him, or he wouldn’t like what I’d do.
Mom babbled more until I had had enough.
I counted down, but he didn’t listen. I defended myself.
Once I did that, I left. Sorry, I didn’t get the items I went after.
I thought it prudent to get out of there before someone called the cops. ”
“He blocked you and refused to move. You felt the need to defend yourself.” The words came out sounding extremely rough and menacing. Heath’s face was dark and scary.
“Heath, I—” My attempt to soothe him was cut short.
“Did he touch you in any way?”
I shook my head.
He continued, “What exactly did you do to him? How big was this guy? Did your mom say anything meaningful to you?”
“First of all, my mom never has anything meaningful to say to me. As for the man, he was probably six foot three, about two hundred ten pounds. He works out. Not sure how skilled he is in hand-to-hand or that sort of thing. He might be all show. Anyway, he was easily dealt with.”
“Danae. What did you do to him?” Heath’s voice had gotten lower.
“I swung my basket of groceries toward his crotch. He dropped both arms to shield himself, which left him open to a heel thrust to his nose. I broke it, and then as he cupped his nose, I swung the basket a second time and nailed him in the crotch. He was on his knees when I left.”
“Christ, I’m glad you know how to take care of yourself, so don’t take this the wrong way, but you should’ve never engaged with him.
What if those moves hadn’t worked? He would’ve been able to hurt you and the baby.
I know you’re tough, but in that kind of situation, yell and scream for help from whoever is close. ”
I opened my mouth to argue, but then I froze. My hand flew to my stomach. Heath, seeing it, scooted closer. His face paled.
“What’s wrong? Is it the baby?”
I held up a finger, indicating he should wait. Had I imagined it? I was about to tell him it was nothing when I felt it again. A tiny gasp escaped.
“That’s it. You’re going to the hospital,” he stated forcefully. Before he could put his arms under me to lift me, I grabbed his arm and squeezed.
“I don’t need the hospital. It is the baby. She’s moving. I can feel her. Oh, God, she’s moving, Heath!” I exclaimed.
His expression flipped from scared to joyous. His gaze was glued to my tummy. He lifted a shaking hand and then held it midair. I grabbed it and brought it to my stomach.
“I’m not sure you can feel her very well yet, but she’s there,” I told him.
We sat there waiting for a good five minutes, and nothing.
“I guess she’s back to sleep,” I said.
“She’s storing up her energy so when she’s born, she can go wild. She must take after you,” Heath teased.
“Oh, no, you can’t blame me for that,” I fired back.
We exchanged more taunts and such. During the banter, our daughter chose to move more. We both felt it. The awe and pure bliss on his face melted my heart.
“She seems to like the sound of her daddy’s voice better. Say something, Heath,” I urged.
He placed his mouth close to my stomach and began speaking.
“Hey, my angel, this is your daddy. I can’t wait to meet you, nor can Mommy. You’re gonna be our princess. You wait. You won’t believe the family you’ll have. And I know you’ll stir up trouble, how can you not, with a woman as beautiful as your mommy? Daddy will have to invest in more guns.”
I felt more intermittent movements. Finally, after about twenty minutes, our daughter settled down. Heath pushed up my top and laid his warm lips to my skin. I watched as he placed kisses all over it. But while he was doing that, his hands caressed my bare skin.
He wasn’t being sexual, but tell my body that.
My nerves caught fire. Tingling erupted all over my body.
My nipples turned to pebbles in my bra. As for below, my core began to heat up and grow slick.
Images bombarded my mind. They were of Heath, naked, taking me roughly, but in a way I loved.
A small moan escaped. Heath’s head lifted, and his eyes found mine.
“Does my divine one need something?” he purred.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Good, because so do I. I want you naked underneath me, screaming my name and coming on my cock over and over. The only question is, do we do the first round before or after we eat? If we can hold out until after dinner, then we can go from one round to the next as many times as we want without stopping. And waiting will make it even better,” he tantalized.
His fingers were lightly skimming over my skin. I shivered. My mind was chaotic. I scrambled for an answer. Heath didn’t help me. The evil man added kisses and nibbles to the touching his fingers were doing to my bare midriff.
“Ooooh, damn it, wait, but we’d better come up with dinner fast. I make no promises that I won’t jump you in the middle of making or eating it,” I warned as I gave him my answer.
The smirk he gave me told me I was in for one helluva night. I couldn’t wait.