Diana Marshall sat the grocery bag on the counter of the kitchen in her apartment. She checked the clock on the wall.
The babysitter was due back soon. She emptied the contents of the bag and set them on the counter. Her daughter was not quite one yet but she had quite an appetite. Most of her grocery bill went towards baby food but Diana didn't care. She loved her daughter and wanted to give her everything in the world. It was because of little Mandy that her life turned around. When she found out she was pregnant....everything changed. Suddenly partying and men didn't seem as important anymore. The drinking stopped. Late night parties...she didn't bother. Mandy was her whole life. Diana cleaned up her act. Got herself a decent apartment and a good job as a receptionist in a doctor's office. The benefits were good and so was the pay. She even enrolled in some classes at the community college. She wanted to study design. Work as an interior decorator. Diana finished putting the groceries away when the door opened. She smiled as she saw Carol her babysitter bringing Mandy in. "Hello." She greeted.
"Hi there." said Diana. "You have a good time with Carol?" She asked of Mandy.
"She had a great time." the older woman smiled. "She's a joy."
Diana took Mandy from Carol's arms. "Thanks so much. I appreciate it."
"Not a problem. You know I'm happy to watch her anytime." Carol left and Diana sat down on the white sofa. She was so glad she found Carol. She was a godsend. She was always so kind to her and Mandy. Bringing over dinner for her, buying little presents for Mandy. She was like a nurturing grandmother. A few minutes later the doorbell to Diana's apartment rang. She set Mandy down in her playpen and walked over to answer it. She opened it a crack and saw a well dressed young man. Curious, she took the chain off the hook and opened the door wider. "Hello." She said. "Can I help you?"
"I hope so. Are you Diana Marshall?"
"Yes."
"I'm Jason Blackwell. I need to talk to you about something. May I come in?"
"I guess." said Diana gesturing for him to enter.
She shut the door as Jason walked in. "What do you want to see me about?"
"It's about Deacon Sharpe." replied Jason.
Diana was stunned. Deacon? She hadn't seen or spoke to him in well over a year. Ever since the night he found her.
"What about him? I haven't seen him in long time."
"I know." stated Jason. "I was hoping you could help me."
"Help you? With what? You have something against him?"
"In a way." said Jason. "He seduced my girlfriend away from me. I want to get her back."
Diana rolled her eyes. "You know what...I don't want to be involved in this...you losing your girlfriend is not my problem."
"You don't understand." said Jason. "She was vulnerable and he took advantage of that. We have something very special and I don't want to see her throw it away on this guy."
"So? What do you want me to do?"
"I understand that you once dated him."
"For a while." replied Diana. "So what?"
"And I understand that you have a daughter."
"She's not Deacon's." said Diana. "She's someone else's."
"I'm not interested in who her father is. I can help you and your daughter. If you help me get my girlfriend back, I can help you get out of this...I can get you a better apartment, money, anything you need for your daughter."
"Look...Jason...I'm not getting involved in this. Whatever happened with your girlfriend is none of my concern. I have a good job and my life is getting back on track. I don't need you to waltz in here with your fancy money trying to buy me off so just leave."
"I'm not trying to buy you off. I want to help you. Don't you want more for your daughter?"
"Of course I do. But not like this."
"Really?" said Jason. "I think you just may change your mind."
"I don't think so." Jason pulled out video cassette from his jacket pocket. "You see this." He said. "This is a very interesting video."
Diana froze staring at it.
"I believe it was made about a year or so ago....some pretty graphic stuff...." He looked at the title. "Party Girls Come Alive. Interesting title." "You blackmailing me?" asked Diana.
You catch on." smiled Jason. "Now you help me or this little video will find its way to your employers office but hey it would make for interesting conversation at the office Christmas party."
"You bastard." fumed Diana.
"You think about it." said Jason. He handed her his business card. "And then you call me."
He walked out of the apartment.
Diana felt trapped. She didn't want that damn video...it was a stupid thing she did at a very low time in her life. She finally got her life together and now....what the hell was she going to do? Everything she was working for could be taken away. How was she going to provide for Mandy? Her father was of no help. That stupid lowlife she slept with. The one that Deacon caught her with. Deacon. He was such a terrific guy and she yet she used him. She didn't care about him at all. Diana didn't believe Jason when he said that Deacon seduced his girlfriend. She knew there had to be more than what he was letting on. She knew Deacon well enough to know that he wouldn't do that. Whoever this girl was, she was very lucky. Diana remembered the nights she spent with Deacon. The sex was amazing. But it probably could have been more amazing if she had actually cared about him. She hadn't. She was just using him for sex. That's what her life used to be about. Partying, sex and men. She let Deacon believe she cared when she didn't. She had been very screwed up for a long time. Even had a brief stint in rehab. Now everything was different. She couldn't lose it. She had to find a way to keep that from happening.
Jason sat in the back of his limo smirking. He was sure he would hear back from Diana very soon. She wasn't going to risk having that little "movie" of hers exposed. He was disappointed that he was unable to locate Jill. But he was going to keep trying. If she turned up, he would pay her a visit. From what he found out, she may be more willing to take down Deacon. After things ended with him. she had badmouthed Deacon to anyone who would listen. She had nothing good to say about him at all. He would offer her whatever it took. Deacon was never going to show his face around Bridget ever again. No one was going to take something that was his. Bridget belonged to him. He wasn't going to let Deacon have her. Not now. Not ever.
(Lucky Hearts night club)
Bridget smiled as she danced in Deacon's arms while Brett and his band played on the stage. She could hardly wait for their wedding.
To become Mrs. Deacon Sharpe.
"I love you baby." Deacon said to her softly.
"I love you too." Bridget said resting her head against him. This was all she wanted. A life with Deacon. She didn't care what anyone in her family thought. It didn't matter. Her place was with Deacon here in Vegas. With their child. She couldn't want for it to be born. She contacted her doctor who recommended a terrific doctor there in Vegas. She was set to have her sonogram tomorrow. To see her little baby..she was so excited.
Deacon kissed the top of her head. "Want to go upstairs?"
"No." smiled Bridget. "I'm having a good time."
"You can have an even better time upstairs with me." He replied kissing her neck.
"Deacon.." giggled Bridget.
"I want you." He said kissing her ear.
"You always want me." She grinned.
"It's not my fault you insist on turning me on all the time with your sexiness."
He took her hand and lead her over to the elevator. It began it ascent upwards and reached the private suite.
They headed inside and Deacon immediately picked up Bridget and carried her into the bedroom.
He set her down and then shut the door.
"So." Bridget said with her eyes sparkling. "What are you going to do with me?"
"Everything." He said as he kissed her lips. "First I want you to take off those clothes."
Bridget sensually pulled her light blue sleeveless blouse off her body. She then unzipped her denim capris and they fell to the floor.
Deacon's mouth watered as he stared at her. His eyes went to her breasts still covered by a lacey white bra.
"Take it off." He instructed.
Bridget reached around the back of her bra slowly and unhooked it. She then slid down the straps and carefully flung it to the floor.
"One more." He said eyeing her tiny lace bikini underwear.
Bridget grinned. She carefully slid her finger inside and began rubbing herself.
Deacon groaned watching her.
Bridget moaned softly causing Deacon to have to very intense hard on.
"Mmm....oh...yes....ooh god." Bridget moaned as she pleasured herself.
Deacon watched her and was getting more turned on by the second. He thought he was gong to lose it when her other hand went up and began playing with her nipple.
Just as her orgasm was about to come on...Deacon grabbed her hand away from herself and pulled her towards him.
He placed a hard kiss on her yanked off her underwear and was kneeling in front of her stroking her hard with his tongue.
"OH GOD!" Bridget exclaimed. "Yes Deacon...Oh God!" She was now laying on the bed and Deacon's head was between her thighs. His tongue plunged deep inside her and Bridget thought her body was going to burst into flames.
Her orgasm came on hard and her body went lax. "Oh God.." She said as she came back down to Earth.
"That will teach you to do that to me." Deacon said seductively.
Bridget grinned. "I'm not sorry."
Deacon tore off his clothes and within minutes they were under the covers having passionate sex.
Bridget's arms were above her head clutching the pillow as she received ultimate pleasure from Deacon.
"Oh yes! Yes! Deacon...Oh...God..." She loved the way he felt inside her.
His lips were teasing her hard nipple. He loved the way her whole body tasted. Everything about her was perfect. The scent of her hair, her perfume...he loved all of it. He looked down at her loving watching her in the throes of passion.
Bridget's orgasm came on and she fell lax again on the bed. "Deacon.." She sighed after her orgasm passed. "You are too good to me."
She began kissing his lips and his hands held her face. The kiss broke and Bridget rested her head against his chest.
"I can't wait to marry you." She sighed.
"Me too." replied Deacon kissing her forehead. His hand stroked her hair. "I love you baby."
"I love you too." She said. "And just think...tomorrow we get to see our baby."
"Our son." said. Deacon.
Bridget smiled. "Our son."
"I hope he looks just like you." said Deacon.
"No. I hope he looks just like YOU." Bridget said kissing his chest. "I hope he's exactly like you. In every way."
"Every way?" grinned Deacon.
Bridget blushed. "Shut up." She said swatting him. "You know what I mean."
"I hope when he gets older he find someone just like you. Beautiful and sweet and everything a man could ever want."
Bridget smiled and kissed him. She didn't say anything to Deacon but she was worried about Jason. She hadn't heard from him since their dinner. She had a feeling he wasn't going to let this go. Well if he was plotting anything, he was going to be very sorry. There was no way she was letting anyone take this away from her.