Chapter 38

Donavan's POV

After my very failed attempt at having a perfect pier day which resulted in Lucy getting her shirt ruined I figured some homemade dessert could cheer her up... I think.

While she was still in the bathroom I raided my fridge and cupboards for anything sweet. I was bound to find something considering I've been craving a lot of sweet things lately.

I found a pack of oreos and placed it on the counter.

What kind of easy dessert can you make from oreos?

I looked inside my fridge and found a tub of ice-cream and it immediately came to mind. We'll make milkshakes!

I opened the oreos and began to eat it while I waited for her to come out of the bathroom. After a few minutes I heard the elevator ding and I turned my head in curiosity to see who was here.

"Babe do you have the- Oh hi Lucy"

My head snapped to Brendaline who was glaring daggers at Lucy. I had absolutely no idea idea she was coming today!

Wait?

Why am I scared? It's not like I did anything wrong. I studied her face and saw that she was fiercely concentrated on the shirt Lucy was wearing which happened to belong to me.

I saw how uncomfortable Lucy was so I jumped out of my chair and headed to the living room and made my presence known by clearing my throat very loudly.

Brendaline's attention completely snapped to me which made me want to tunnel into the ground and never come back. I decided to say something.

"I didn't know you were coming..."

"I didn't know that you'd have a guest."

I saw Lucy flinch from when Brendaline emphasized the word guest and her apprehension made me flinch.

"I'm gonna go..."

I immediately looked at her silently pleading her to not leave me with her. When she grabbed her hideous plushy I grabbed her wrist and smiled apologetically.

"I'll talk to you later..."

She gave me a small smile which made me feel warm inside for a second before she walked away leaving me with this devil of a woman.

"I didn't know that we were inviting whores into our living spaces these days"

I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Lucinda is not a whore and you know it."

"And now you're defending her... It's obvious that you want her"

What the fuck is up with this chick?! Is she on crack?

"Don't push your insecurities on me."

"Insecurities?! You let her wear you shirt! You never let me wear you clothes!"

Ugh!

This again?

"What the fuck is up with you all of a sudden?"

"Up with me?! We have one fight and you're already parading around with other women."

"The only reason she's wearing my shirt is because she got hers ruined when we were at the pier."

I realized that I'm trying to justify myself but after I said that statement all hell broke loss in her head.

"You took her on a date?!"

"It wasn't a date..."

"Oh sure and I bet you won her that stuffed animal didn't you? Answer me gotdammit!"

I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen to finish my oreos. She followed me, grabbed off the counter and threw in the trash can.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!"

"You planning to eat those with her didn't you! You never do anything nice for me! Like when we were at dinner with my parents... You could have stayed with me but instead you left because you're a coward who's afraid to take criticism!"

The fuck?

"Really I'm the coward. Like some girlfriend you are who sits and stares at her parents insult the shit out of her boyfriend!"

"Maybe if you tried at little harder to impress them they wouldn't be so hostile towards you! They know about what happened and what caused us to break up the other time. It's because you wouldn't give me enough attention and treat me like I deserved"

Is she for real right now? Does she fucking hear herself when she speaks. Acting like an entitled bitch like how our relationship is wasn't her fault.

"You. Cheated. On. Me!"

She stilled. Her eyes became glossy and she looked to the floor.

"You have absolutely no right to blame that on me! The whole reason why we're on the rocks is because of you so don't come making bullshit accusations about how I don't give you enough attention"

"I said that I was sorry..."

"Sorry? Oh really... well then if only those words meant something to me but right you're full of shit so stay away from me. And stop coming to my penthouse... You don't live here."

She huffed and crossed her eyes. She stomped all the way to the elevator and once I heard the ding of the door closing I punch the wall.

I punch it again and again until the pain in my knuckles began numb and and the wall was dented and cover in my blood.

Restless I put on my jacket and grabbed my keys. I made it down to the underground parking and got on my Harley Davidson Street Bob 114 FXBB.

I put on my helmet and sunglasses and started the engine. Hell yeah! This baby is my pride and joy. I rode out of the parking and relished in the feeling of the wind against my face.

With really no sense of direction I rode in whatever destination my mind took me too. A few minutes I found myself on the street to Lucy's house. For some reason I wondered here of all places.

I parked my bike in the driveway and took off my helmet and shook my head. I placed it on the bike and got off and made my way towards the door.

I walked all the way up to her porch and knocked on the door. I waited patiently while I waited for her to open the door.

Once the door I fully expect to see Lucy but it was Damiano was there with an apron on that read 'Kiss The Cook' and was cover in flour.

"Wassup Extra!"

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