Deacon stood outside the tall building of Basic Black after getting out of his rental car. He removed his sunglasses and put them in his pocket. He hoped Jason would get his message and leave Bridget alone. He would be very sorry if he didn't.
Deacon walked up to the lobby door of the building and headed inside. He went over to a receptionist desk. "Hello." He greeted.
The blonde haired woman looked up and was taken aback. Wow. He's hot. She thought to herself. Wonder if he's a model. "Can I help you?" She asked aloud. Inwardly she was hoping he would ask her out on a date.
"I was hoping you could tell me if Mr. Jason Blackwell is in." Deacon said with a smile.
"Um..yes he is..He's in his photo studio."
"Could you tell me what floor that is on?" Deacon asked leaning in on the desk further.
The receptionist started to feel flush. Her cheeks were turning warm. "Um...yeah..it's..uh..the 10th...10th floor."
"Thank you." He said with another smile before leaving.
The woman sat back fanning herself after Deacon left.
Deacon found the elevator and stepped inside. He wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. Tell that bastard to stay the hell away from Bridget or else. He would learn not to mess with him. Deacon was willing to go to great lengths to protect his Bridget. She was his and he was keeping it that way. It took him years to find her. He had no intention of losing her to this asshole.
The elevator came to a stop and he stepped out. He turned his head and saw the door marked Photo Studio. He went over to the gray door and looked inside. He saw a young man there looking over his photographs. Deacon stepped in and shut the door behind her.
"Been expecting you." Jason said not looking up.
"Good." said Deacon. "I'll get right to the point then. You leave my Bridget alone. You don't go near her. You got that?"
Jason calmly put his photos down. "You think you can just come in here and threaten me?"
"I'm warning you." said Deacon. "Stay the hell away from Bridget. She doesn't love you. She doesn't want you. She doesn't need you. Bridget wants nothing to do with you. She never did."
"Oh I see so you speak for her now."
"I know what she wants. And it's not you." replied Deacon. "She wants a life with ME."
"Yeah and all it took for her to want that is you knocking her up in Vegas." retorted Jason. "I'm sure you were glad to uh do the honors after finding out she was a Forrester."
Deacon wanted nothing more than to knock him out but he held back. "What happened between Bridget and me in Vegas is none of your damn business. Whatever happens between Bridget and me is not of your concern. I don't have to justify any of it or explain it to you. What I AM going to explain to you is that Bridget is going to be my wife and YOU and your sidekick Diana need to leave her alone."
"Diana? Oh I see...I guess the whore babbled to you huh? Well I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. I guess she wanted to look out for her baby's father."
Deacon was stunned. "Baby's father?"
"Oh I guess Diana didn't tell you." smirked Jason. "Diana is a mother. Thanks to you."
"You are lying." fumed Deacon. "And don't try to change the subject you little bastard. I know you are plotting something. It's not going to work. I'll make damn sure of that. Bridget is MINE and it will stay that way. YOU are NEVER going to get your hands on her. Which by the way is too bad for you. She's amazing in bed. Never had anyone like her. So sweet and soft...well anyway...the bottom line is that YOU will never have her. You WILL stay as far away from her as possible. You don't...I'll make your life a living hell. And don't think that I can't because I can. You think you are the only one with connections. I have connections too pal. I can leak to the press all about that girl...you know which one I mean.."
Jason turned pale.
"You remember a Monica Fairchild."
Jason stood there silent.
"I recall there was an incident at a party...You took her back to a bedroom where she had passed out. Not because she had a lot to drink but because YOU laced her drink with a drug. Then I think you preceded to um...how should I put this...have fun with her. She woke up from the drug and you were still um...having fun. Charges were never pressed because she didn't want the publicity and her rich daddy paid to make it all go away provided you didn't come within a 100 yards of his daughter. Really skated by on that one didn't you?"
Jason fumed. "You bastard."
"Don't fuck with me kid." Deacon said sternly. "I'll make your life hell. Stay away from my beautiful Bridget. Got it?"
With that Deacon turned and left.
Jason stood back seething. He almost forgot about that. It was five years ago. And his Mom really let him have it when it happened. He was on thin ice with her for months after it happened. And now Deacon was threatening to...Damn him! Jason slammed his hand on the metal table top. What was he going to do now?

Bridget smiled looking at Daisy in her beautiful purple gown. "Gorgeous just gorgeous." She said. "You look amazing."
"You really think so?" asked Daisy standing in front of the mirror.
"Of course. I told you..purple is your color. You look great."
"Thanks." smiled Daisy. "I can't wait to wear this at your wedding. YOU are going to look beautiful in that gown."
"I can't wait to wear it." sighed Bridget happily. "Can't wait to be Mrs. Deacon Sharpe."
"You really going to move here to Vegas." asked Daisy.
"Yes I love it here." replied Bridget.
"I know but your family...aren't you going to miss them?"
"Of course I will but California is not that far away. L.A. isn't far away. I can visit them often and they can come here. I just know that I want to be here. You and Brett are like family to me too."
"We love you too Bridget." said Daisy giving her a hug. "And we can't wait to see your adorable baby when they come into the world. Say have you and Deacon thought of names yet?"
"No not yet. I was thinking about a couple of names like Daniel or Josh. But I don't think Deacon likes them. I liked some of the ones he mentioned like Patrick and Jamie."
"I'm sure you'll come up with the perfect one soon. What about girl names?"
"Deacon says we don't need any girl names. It's a boy." grinned Bridget.
"I see." laughed Daisy. "So are you thinking of any girl names just in case."
"A few." Bridget said slyly. "Like Faith and Amy and Carrie..But don't tell Deacon."
"I won't say a word." promised Daisy as she unzipped her dress and stepped out of it. She began to put her clothes back on. Bridget sat down on the bed. "You know this is still all amazing to me."
"What is?" asked Daisy pulling on a pink tank top.
"Coming here to Vegas so miserable and sad and meeting Deacon who was so wonderful...and now I'm marrying him. I mean when he spilled his drink on me and I looked up and saw him...I had no idea I was looking at my future husband. No idea I was going to love that man so much. But as the night moved on...I knew. I knew that he was the one I wanted for the rest of my life. I never felt that way before. Not even Dante."
"Your sister's husband."
Bridget rolled her eyes. "Yes. That jerk. I can't stand him."
"I know. I understand that but honey eventually you are going to have to come to terms with it. Yes what he and your sister did was a rotten thing. You didn't deserve that. But what's done is done. Felicia is still your sister. Dante is your brother in law. They are family. You have to find a way to forgive them."
"I want to." said Bridget. "But it's hard. I don't think they know just how much they hurt me. They don't seem to care either. It was painful. I loved that baby..." Bridget began to tear up. "I did. I wanted it so much.."
"I know you did honey." said Daisy sitting down and putting her arm around Bridget to console her. "But you have a new baby now. With Deacon. Just think of that."
"I will." sniffed Bridget.
"Just know that Deacon loves you and you are going to be his wife. The past is just that. The past. I know that it's not easy but in time you may learn to forgive Dante and Felicia. And you'll feel better knowing that you did."
"I suppose so." said Bridget. She looked at her watch. "I should get going. Deacon will be home soon."
"Hey would you and Deacon like to have dinner with Brett and me? Justin is staying with his grandmother for a couple of days. What do you say?"
"I'd love that." said Bridget. "I'll talk to Deacon. Thanks Daisy. For everything."
"No problem." smiled Daisy.
Bridget left the condo and to her car. She got in an started it up. She thought about what Daisy said about forgiving Felicia and Dante. She knew she needed to. The problem was she had no idea if she could. It was a lot to ask.
Bridget arrived back at her and Deacon's apartment and got out of her car. She went to the door when she was stopped by Diana. "I know you don't want to talk to me but please..I'm begging you. You have to hear what I have to say."
Bridget frowned. "Why?"
"Because it effects you and Deacon. And me. And my daughter."
"You have a daughter?"
"Yes. And I want to do the right thing so please...please hear me out."