Ch. II: Dirty Secrets
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"I love you woman" he whispered breaking apart slowly.
She smiled and blushed, looking down.
"And now your beauty has made me speechless" he smiled back, stroking her cheek.
"Ok, now I have to go Mr. Sweet Talker" she giggled blushing further.
He nodded and sighed "Ok then. I´ll… see you after she leaves"
She nodded too "Fair enough"
"Fair enough? That´s all?"
"Yes. I said after her wedding, so then… I´m all yours"
He grinned, contented with her last words. All mine.
"I´ll miss you" he smiled and slapped her behind
"You´re full of yourself tonight Mr! Good night" she muttered, her mouth wide open.
Donna closed the door and walked away quickly. Spending the night in there with him was a very tempting thought indeed… but not when she was about to give her little girl away.
"Ok, there are two things. In one hand I don´t know how far can I ever trust him again" she sighed, extending her left palm in front of her "And in the other… I still love him like crazy. He´s… so perfect. I don´t know if…" she said, extending her right palm too and then noticing she was still holding the ring on it "if my heart will survive if I let him go away again" she gasped watching his golden shine.
Twisting it on her fingers she didn´t find where to save her golden secret, so she slid it on her finger and extended her hand to look at it.
"Mrs. Carmichael. It sounds so good" she smiled and shook her head "Stop daydreaming woman"
Sighing, Donna emptied her tequila shot, sucking on the salt and lemon and put it all down on her counter. Certainly it was going to be a long night. Tanya and Rosie had been taken away by Pepper and Bill, and Donna was glad she finally had some time to sit down on her own.
She lightened a cigarette and choked with the smoke when she spotted him in the distance, walking through the yard on the same Calvin Klein jeans and pink shirt he had before.
I have to admit he looks so fucking hot. I can´t believe we actually did it. It was so good…And oh my God, I just wish I could… Get your mid out of the gutter Sheridan, you´re not getting any -more- of it tonight. Oh, God, I have to stop drinking.
"Stop drooling mum" Sophie giggled, placing her finger under Donna´s chin and pulling it up, at the very exact moment Sam met her gaze and smiled at her, whilst Donna blushed and turned her head away.
"Hey baby girl"
"Hey" she replied distractedly, following the previous direction of her mother´s gaze, just to find out Sam was still staring at Donna.
"Oh my God"
"What?" she asked starting to panic. She just can´t know.
"You still love him. Don´t you?"
"What?"
Sophie smiled and sat on her lap "Mum, I´ve never seen you stare at anyone else like that before"
"I wasn´t staring"
"Oh, you so were" she giggled, as Donna shot her an I´m-warning-you look.
"I don´t blame you though. He´s attractive"
Her mouth fell wide open.
"Sophie! He could be your father"
Donna gasped, realizing what she had just confessed.
"What? Mum, are you saying…?"
"I… I mean he´s 41 years old"
"Oh. Yeah" she sighs, disappointed "I know. But you´ll make a nice pair"
Donna looked up at her "What?"
"I think you will look cute together" Sophie shrugs.
"So you mean… you would want me to get married?" she smiled dreamily.
"I would love it" Sophie giggled wrapping her arms around her mother "But your smile tells me you will love it even more"
"Sophie, stop it. I´m too old" Donna blushes.
"You´re not old, mummy. And you have someone very interested right there" the young woman finished, pointing to Sam, before walking away.
She looked up, just to find his lovely steel blue eyes piercing her, captivating her immediately. He was slowly walking to her, with the clear intention of asking her for a dance.
No. Please don´t. You have me at your feet already.
Donna ordered another tequila whilst she watched her man being stopped by Tanya.
Oh, damned her.
And a lot of tequilas followed that one.
At some point the next morning, Donna woke with a loud groan as soon as the strong hot sunlight angrily hit her face.
Oh my fucking God, why does my head hurt so much? And why…?
She turned around to find Sam fast asleep by her side, with his arms still wrapped around her waist. And just the thought of being asleep in his arms warmed her heart. Her first heartfelt impulse was to wrap herself around his body and wake him with a passionate kiss. But before her lips could reach kiss the seed of a thought stopped her. She had asked him to stay away until Sophie´s wedding was doe and over with. What the heck was he doing in her bed?
Donna groaned, holding her aching head. After seeing him dancing with Tanya and her tequila shots she couldn´t remember a thing.
"Felling a little delicate?" He asked, pulling her close to him and placing a soft kiss on her lips.
"Yes" she groaned "And why are you here?"
"I brought you to bed baby. You could hardly stand by yourself"
"I´m sorry" she blushed.
"It´s ok beautiful"
"Thank you. But it still doesn´t explains why are you in my bed… too"
"You kept me here" he grinned kissing her shoulder.
As his hands slid down her body, Donna realized she wasn´t wearing anything under the covers and sat straight up, shaking her head and pulling the sheets over her body.
"What? Don´t tell me we…"
"No. But you certainly tried" he grinned ckeekily.
"I… I tried? But…?"
"But you fell asleep" he replied, handing her a pair of aspirins and a glass f water she immediately took.
"Great" she hissed, lying on her back on the bed again.
He immediately rolled to be on top of her and pinned her hands over her head.
"You can make it up to me now. I still remember everything you wanted me to do to you"
"What?"
"Everything you said last night. I didn´t know you had such a dirty mind"
"You are not saying…"
"Oh yes" he whispered trailing kisses down her neck "It was so hot to hear on your sexy voice how much you wanted me to fuck you"
"I am so embarrassed right now" she muttered in a low voice, dragging her hands down his back and trying her best to help herself from moaning.
"You shouldn´t" he grinned, moving up her body to kiss her passionately "I will be delighted to please you"
"Well, I still…"
"Feeling embarrassed?"
And a very loud knock on the door prevented her to say "No, I still want you".
"Donna, are you there woman?" Rosie shouted.
"Shit, I need to hide you right now" Donna muttered under her breath.
"What? Donna don´t…"
"Shhhhhhhh" Donna said, pushing him into her closet and closing it "I´m going girlsss"
"Hide me" he sighed, running his hand through his hair and looking around, with the help of the light coming in through the lattice.
Oh, woman, you definitely have in here some stuff I want to see you wearing. He smirked looking through her dresses.
Donna quickly tied her robe around herself and kicked his clothes under her bed. When she opened the door and smiled to them her headache was long gone.
"It was about time woman"
"Sorry" she smiled letting them in "What time is it?"
"It´s ten already honey"
"What?" she squealed "Oh my God, it´s so late"
"Yes we know. That´s why we´re here. We thought you died or… something"
"I´m… sorry… I drank too much last night" she said, rubbing her forehead whilst walking to her closet to get some fresh clothes.
"Oh, yes you were, I don´t even know how did you get back here. Not on your own, I´m sure"
"That´s for me to know and for you to never find out"
She stopped dead in her tracks in front of her wardrobe and turned around when she remembered Sam was there.
"Girls, can you pleaseee leave me to freshen up for a moment and I´ll meet you at the beach bar?"
"No way honey. We have issues to discuss and I don´t want you to disappear, you little workholic"
"I won´t" she groaned, knowing there was no way her friends were leaving her "I´m not a workaholic. And I´m not little"
"Oh yes you are" Tanya laughs.
"I´m not. I´m alone. But I love this place and I enjoy it very much"
"Oh, don´t give me the ´that part of my life is over´ crap again Sheridan"
"It´s not crap"
Donna sat on the bed and grabbed her slip from the floor, sliding it on as discreetly as possible. She looked around her room desperately but didn´t find anything despite her skinny jeans hanging on a chair. She immediately grabbed them and put them on.
Please let it be a bra somewhere. Please let it be a bra somewhere.
She breathed relieved when she found it under her trousers, blessing her lonely woman´s habit of dropping her underwear around. But instantly remembered she had just washed the top she had been wearing with them.
"It is all written in your face how you want to fuck Mr. Carmichael" the tall brunette smirked.
"Language, Tanya!" she shrieked open mouthed, yet blushing.
"Language? I don´t know you woman"
"Where does he fit in all this anyway? I haven´t seen him in a very long while. People change. Feelings change. What´s that you have to tell me?"
"It is indeed about him"
"About Sam?" she stuttered frozen.
"Yes. Sophie´s father. Your childhood sweetheart. Your one true love"
Donna´s heart skipped a beat knowing he had heard that.
"What´s up with him?" she asked in a pretended calm and uninterested voice, surrendering to the idea she wouldn´t find a top of herself and taking Sam´s shirt from under her bed to button it along her body and folding the sleeves to her elbows.
"I positively think he had been sleeping with someone last night"
"What? With someone else?" she shrieked, immediately gulping in regret "I mean… Never mind… Who? Why?" she tried to calm down, going to brush her hair and pulling it into a ponytail.
"I don´t know babe, but he had a love bite as big as an apple. I had a close-up to it whilst I was dancing with him. I didn´t get any useful information tough"
Donna had to bite her lower lip to not burst out laughing, because she very well remembered she made that love bite herself.
"You know, I don´t give a shit about it. I don´t care. I told you. That part of my life is over"
"Oooh, what happened to the language bit?" Tanya laughed as Donna gave her a warning look.
"You can´t be serious Donna. You really don´t feel anything anymore?" Rosie exclaimed.
"Rosie, you seriously think after 21 years I can just pretend everything is the same? It´s not"
"So you wouldn´t give him a second chance?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Donna, since when do you wear men shirts?" Tanya questioned suspiciously, looking at her up and down.
"I do it since I run this place" she lied rolling her eyes.
"You were never a good liar Donatella Sheridan. It suits you tough"
"You know, I have no time for this right now" she hissed walking away and slamming the door shut.
"What the hell is wrong with her?"
"I don´t know, but you can bet I´m going to find out" she replied, walking to the closet.
"What are you doing Tanya?"
"Don´t you find it strange the fact she just put on dirty used clothes instead of new ones? What is wrong with her wardrobe?" she grinned, grabbing the knob.
"Oh, come on Tanya. Why in this world would she get fresh clothes just to run around all day long? It´s hot and she´s changing onto her dress back later anyway"
Rosie then grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the room, none of them noticing the closet slid open and revealing Sam´s nakedness standing right there.
What a sight to be missed being in the right time and the right place!
Sam exited the wardrobe once he was sure the door closed behind the dynamos.
He run his hand through his hair and hit the wall angered, groaning at the wave of pain that cut through his arm. It wasn´t agreeable at all, but it helped release the inside pain. So she had changed, her feelings had changed. She made that very clear. She said the part of her life she shared with him was over. And she had been lying to me.
He didn´t know what angered him more: if the fact she couldn´t bother tell him it was his own daughter getting married –she didn´t even considered telling him- or the fact she was playing the good devoted mother to use him as long as she could since she just said… she wasn´t going to give him a second chance, she didn´t give a shit. I should have known it when she didn´t accept right away.
He was sorry about the fact the circumstances wouldn´t let him stay for his own daughter´s wedding, but the knowledge of her existence was precious. He was certainly going to get a lawyer and fight for his rights as Sophie´s father. Donna hid her from me all this years. That must certainly give me some kind of advantage. Why did she do it? She hates me, doesn´t she…
Getting into those pieces of his garment Donna didn´t take, he walked to his room and started packing his things up, ignoring Bill`s and Harry's inquisitives looks. The last thing he needed was someone to talk about how Donna Sheridan had left him heartbroken all over again.
Finally closing his luggage, he let out a deep sigh. Why do I feel so bad when she had been such a bitch? But God, I still want to have her I my arms. It felt so good…Forget it. It´s never going to be.
Checking once again he had his papers and passport in order, he took his suitcase and descended the stairs to the courtyard, where Sophie was busy helping to pick up the mess of the previous night party. Spotting the luggage, she immediately ran to him.
"Sam, where are you going?"
"I´m sorry sweetheart, I have to leave" he smiled sadly.
"B-but you promised to stay for my wedding"
"I wish I could" he sighed and hugged her "I promise to be back soon"
"But I want you here. Today" she looked up at him, hugging him too "Are you my father?"
"What did your mother said about that?"
"Nothing. She never told me a thing" Sophie groaned frustrated.
"Then, ask her again. Good bye, my darling Sophie" he said, kissing her forehead and walking away.
Dropping the garbage bag away, Sophie ran looking for her mother.
"Mum" she said running into the kitchen, as Donna finished decorating the cake.
"Yes, baby?" she asked sweetly, hugging her, since a full day of getting Sophie´s wedding into run mode had sent her to heaven thinking about the wedding she could have herself, marrying the man of her dreams.
"Would you help me get ready?" she asked softly, hugging her back tightly.
"Of course princess" Donna smiled, linking her arm with hers and kissing the top of her head as they headed to Sophie´s room.
"Thank you"
"Welcome darling"
"Why are you wearing a man´s shirt mom?" the young woman giggled.
"Because I had one hidden in my bedroom" she said jokingly, even when it was true, making Sophie laugh.
"Oh, you so wouldn´t"
"Yes, I so would. Your mother used to be quite a rebel young lady"
"You so couldn´t, unless…"
"Unless?" Donna questioned intrigued, walking into Sophie´s bedroom and closing the door behind them
"Mum. Can you promise to tell me the truth if I ask you something?" Sophie asked, grabbing her robe to go for a shower and sitting in her bed.
"What? You scare me when you talk like that"
Sophie sighed, knowing her mother will refuse to give her an answer again, and how she absolutely freaked out whenever she heard the question.
"I need to know if Sam is my father"
"We have been through this a million times Sophia Sheridan" Donna replied, hiding her utter surprise in the bottom of her throat.
"Mom, I need to know, because he´s leaving and if he is my father I want him to give me away. I have to stop him"
"What? Leaving?" she gulped.
"He seemed pretty upset" Sophie nodded.
"Oh, shit" Donna cursed, remembering she didn´t get to talk to him after everything he heard that morning, and thinking of how he probably hated her as the ultimate bitch, which instantly tear her up. Without a second thought, she shot to the beach, running as fast as her feet could take her. It was time for the ferry to leave already and if she missed him… she would never see him again. She would lose the love of her life… again.
Arriving to the long stairs that descended to the beach, she kicked her flip flops off and cascaded like water down the stairs, tripping and landing on the sand.
"Are you okay miss?" someone asked, and she just nodded, with a sharp intake of breath.
Donna stood up quickly and kept running –even though her leg hurt and she cut her lip-, shouting his name when she saw him walking through the deck to board the ferry. But he couldn't hear her. Or just wouldn´t turn at the sound of her voice.
The wooden bridge creaked loudly under her light feet as she ran through, but before Donna could reach him, she saw him place his left foot on the ferry.
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