Page 68 of Two Wrongs

“Bess?” he asks, trying not to get angry at her. After all, that would seriously hurt his chances of her accepting his declaration they were getting married.

Bess blinks her eyes, failing miserably at looking innocent. “Yes, fiancé?”

A dopey grin spreads across his face, and I believe she could get away with just about anything with him. He returns his focus to the women, and tries to soothe things over. “I’m sorry ladies, your tab is on the house tonight.”

Cuntasaurus, being true to her species, blusters. “I want her fired! Don’t you know who I am?”

I raise my hand, not sure what has come over me. “I have no idea who you are, but you seem to know everything about me. Except for the part where Liam convinced me not to take my full ride scholarship so I would stay here with him, and how he was begging me a couple weeks ago to forgive him.” I gave her a thumbs up. “But you totally nailed the part where my parents were killed in a car accident. Good job, you!”

Donovan’s face hardens. “Hmm, well. I suggest you get the fuck out of my bar, and mayor’s daughter or not, don’t come back.”

Her mouth opens and closes several times. Clearly, she’s not used to anyone calling her on her shit. “I’m going to tell my daddy!”

“No need,” Donovan waves her off. “I see him once a week when he comes in here after your weekly dinners. I’m sure he’ll believe me when I tell him you were being a bitch and my fiancée poured a pitcher of beer on your head. He’ll probably be surprised this is the first time it’s happened.”

The three of us turn as a unit and leave them to flounce out of the bar. When we are far enough away, Donovan points at me. “You’re supposed to be a good influence on her. You better do a good job as maid of honor. No strippers for her bachelorette party.”

He doesn’t stay long enough for Bess to come up with a retort, both of us too stunned to speak. The slam of his office door snaps her out of her shock, and she slaps me on the arm. “I’m totally going to have to marry him, and I think it might be your fault.”

“Ow!” For a tiny woman, smaller than even me, she can hit. “How the hell is this my fault?”

“You’re the one who told him to rock my world. Well, he did. He rode me so good my vagina is confused. It only wants his cock now, and I’m going to have to marry him so no one else can have it,” she complains.

“You two are really weird. And for the record I told him to sex you into a date, not marriage,” I reply.

She shrugs. “He’s an overachiever.”

“He does know that you get to pick your own maid of honor, right?”

She playfully bumps into me. “Like I’d pick anyone else.” Bess fidgets, and looks back to Donovan’s office. “Do you think he’s serious?”

Before I have a chance to answer her Donovan comes out from his office and slaps a small box in her hands. “You said you hate, ‘that mushy, romantic shit.’ So, I won’t piss you off by getting on one knee. If you agree to be my wife, I promise to do that thing with my tongue whenever you want. I’ll pull your hair and fuck you hard every day, making sure you come before I do.”

His proposal is oddly perfect for Bess. Over the years with Liam I gave up on the notion that there was another person who was made just for you. I thought you were supposed to find someone who you hopefully loved who wanted similar things out of life.

Bess is vibrant, from the colors she wears to the way she talks. Some men would try and dim her shine. Not Donovan. In fact, he celebrates her. I envy them for the ease of their relationship. They can declare their love, even in their oddball way, and plan a future. They can do all of these things in public without worrying about what other people will think, or who might find out.

I watch as Bess flips open the box and squeals. She pulls out a black ring with a brightly colored purple stone and slips it on her finger. Her smile is contagious, and in seconds the two of us are hopping around, celebrating.

Bess stops jumping around and stares at the door. She leans close and whispers in my ear. “If I wasn’t so happy right now I’d be so jealous. The way daddy Hale is looking at you, I’m not the only one who will be getting fucked hard tonight.”

My head swivels to the door, and I watch him look for me. The bar has a decent sized crowd tonight, all stumbling about getting drinks, flirting, and avoiding reality for a few hours. He not only stands above them, since he’s nearly a head taller than almost everyone in the room, except for maybe Donovan, but he’s got a magnetic pull that is purely Griffin.

I take in his wide stance that screams confidence and power. Doesn’t hurt that it perfectly displays his strong thighs encased in perfectly worn denim. A gray Henley stretches across his wide chest, and showcases his trim waist.

His nostrils flare, and my stomach clenches. Griffin doesn’t look like he’s here to drag me into the storage closet for fun. No, he looks like he’s pissed off and looking for heads to bust. I don’t know what it says about me, but I get wet anyway.

The moment he spots me his long legs eat up the distance between us. He grabs my elbow and starts to move me toward the back of the bar. I guess we’re going to the storage closet after all.

Donovan waves his bar rag at us. “It’s fine, not like she’s on the clock or anything.”

“I’m not in the mood, Miller,” Griffin snarls.

“Ooh, whipping out last names now. Okay, Hale, I’m in too good of a mood to let your grumpy ass bring me down. Go have your chat, but tone down the giant dick energy,” Donovan snaps back.

“It’s big dick energy, baby,” Bess whispers to him.

“I know it is, but he’s acting like a giant dick not a guy swinging around a big member,” Donovan matches her whisper.

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