Chapter 52 Second date
On the next morning, Jameson woke up with a throbbing head. A frown settled on his face as he realized he wasn't in his room.
"Sleepyhead," a voice sounded beside him, and he jerked, seeing Yazmine seated before the mirror in the room.
"What? How did I get here?" he mumbled.
"You were drunk, you got a random lady pregnant, and I was called saying you killed someone."
"What!!" Jameson exclaimed.
"Ha... just kidding. You got drunk, and I brought you home," Yazmine cleared his panic. "Why did you drink?"
"Drink... uh... I just felt like drinking."
Yazmine folded her arms. "It's because of Candy." Jameson's eyes widened.
"Was I saying weird stuff last night?"
Yazmine raised her brow, and Jameson sighed. 'Fuck,' he cursed in his head. He remembered how he tried to suppress whatever feeling was burning him up, bottle after bottle, until he lost his senses.
"Just forget whatever I said. I didn't mean anything last night..."
"You don't?" Yazmine cut him off with a question. Remembering something, Jameson's eyes darted around.
"Is Candy here? She didn't see me last night, did she?" he asked.
"You're afraid she'll hear you spilling out your feelings?"
"Yazmine, stop. I really don't want to think about it. Please," he pleaded gently.
"She didn't come home last night. She went on a date with the president, and I think they are cool now. He must have realized his feelings," she replied, and Jameson sighed.
"Glad to hear that," he mumbled and got up.
"What about you, James? What are you going to do?" she asked.
"The last thing I would do is tell her how I feel. Life still goes on. I'll be fine," he replied and watched Yazmine's face drop with worry again.
"C'mon, sis, don't give me that look," he scoffed, grabbing his jacket.
"I hate you," Yazmine said.
"I love you too, sis. Bye."
"Wait! I made breakfast, you small head!" Yazmine exclaimed, and Jameson's face lit up.
"You did? Fuck, I missed your meals," he grinned, and Yazmine scoffed.
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The buzzing of Candy's phone broke the silence of the luxurious room. Diego, who was awake, picked it up, not wanting it to disturb his sleeping wife.
"Candy. Oh God, you're so screwed!" A feminine voice sounded, and Diego frowned. He pulled the phone away from his ear to check the name.
'Jackie.'
"How could you not have told me? I'm so mad at you right now. My brain is about to explode, dwelling on the fact that you are married to Diego Gonzalez. Are you really married to him? Because I'm in a hot seat right now," she said all at once without taking a single breath.
"Candy, are you there?" she asked when silence followed. Just then, she heard the thick, familiar voice.
"She's asleep right now," Diego replied, shocking Jackie to her core.
"In my arms," he added, and Jackie, on the other end, had her mouth fall open.
"Pre...si..dent?" she stuttered in disbelief.
"You can call her back after a while," he replied, then ended the phone call. His gaze went back to Candy, who slowly woke up from her sleep due to his voice.
"Morning, beautiful," he greeted. Candy looked up at him with half-closed eyes. Her body felt aches all over... God, this devil wasn't easy on her.
Seeing her discomfort, Diego spoke. "I was hard last night, wasn't I? Sorry," he said gently.
Candy smiled. "Last night was the best," she said.
Diego drew her naked body close and kissed her forehead.
"Who were you on the phone with?" Candy asked, knowing Diego was talking with someone.
"Your sister."
"Jackie?!" Candy's eyes widened.
"She knows already. Relax."
"Oh God, she must be in shock right now and mad at me," Candy mumbled, biting down on her lips.
"Don't do that," he warned, staring down at her wet lips.
"Do what?" she asked. Diego held her face and slowly sucked on her lower lip.
"That," he replied, and her cheeks burned red.
The kitchen was filled with a lovely aroma as Candy carefully made breakfast. Diego, who was watching her, sighed.
"We could have just ordered breakfast. You need rest," he said, noticing how hard she was trying to stand. He scolded himself for not controlling himself last night.
"I'm fine... sir... I..." She looked at him. She needed to stop making that word leave her lips.
"I mean Di... wow... that sounds cool... how about I call you Di?" She smiled cutely.
"Call me whatever you want," he said. Stepping towards her, he wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"I've missed your meals," he muttered.
"You do?" She grinned. "I'm glad to hear that."
"Hey wife, what do you want us to do today?" he asked lightly.
"Let's go on another date," she replied. Diego actually thought she was going to choose an indoor game or something.
"But you need to rest..."
"I'm fine... please. Let's go on another date tonight." Her excited face made Diego nod in agreement, even though he didn't want to.
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The loud music coming from the building behind the gate made Diego frown.
"The second date is a club, right," he muttered. Candy always seemed to amaze him.
"Hey," Candy called for his attention. "Let's dance together... hmm?" She held his arm close and grinned beautifully.
Candy was wearing a black short gown barely covering her knees, while Diego was in a black shirt and pants. He was looking hot and handsome, gaining the attention of every girl passing by.
Getting inside, Candy's face dropped at the long queue.
"Gosh, there are so many people," she mumbled.
Hearing this, Diego held her hand and walked towards the bouncer in charge with her.
The bouncer bowed deeply and greeted when he saw Diego. Candy blinked several times.
"You've been here before?" Candy asked.
"This is my club," he replied, holding her close. Candy's jaw dropped in shock. Diego did come here for business, but tonight would be different.
"Sadly, you can't drink, so I won't either," she said.
As she stepped forward, a blonde-haired guy came before her, stopping them both. Candy recognized the face... Mark's friend.
"Wow, it's really you, Candy," the man smirked. He looked up at Diego and scoffed before looking back at her. "After killing my friend, you have the guts to live happily?"
"Kill?" Candy frowned hard.
"Oh you haven't heard? Mark was stabbed in the prison you sent him to. He was stabbed by his cellmate,"
Candy didn't know what to say; this was unexpected. Her eyes widened in shock. Mark is dead?
"Answer me," the guy made to touch her, but a strong hand grabbed him tight and hard, definitely going to leave bruises. Diego pushed him down to the floor.
"The fuck?" the guy snapped as he stood. Another guy that was with him held his shoulder.
"Dude, you need to stop," his friend said, recognizing Diego, but his friend jerked himself away from him.
"Hey, you wanna fight?" the guy snapped at Diego.
Diego ignored his ass and held Candy. "Who's he?"
"Mark's friend," Candy replied so low, her eyes filling with guilt.
"Hey! Are you scared? You must be her boyfriend, so I don't mind dealing with you."
Diego looked up at him, his gaze calm but deadly.
"C'mon, boy, people are watching! Your little girl will be disappointed if you back down."
"Oh my God, is he crazy? Does he know who he is talking to?" a girl whispered to her friend.
"Who is the hot guy, though?" her friend asked. The girl whispered something in her ear, and she gasped.
The guy before Diego pulled down his shirt, revealing his abs and muscles... he's not bad, though.
Diego smirked... it was devilish. Well, this will be fun.
"Diego," Candy called behind him, maybe afraid Diego was going to kill the poor guy.
"Don't worry, babe... I got this," he smiled at her and then slowly began to pull his sleeves up to his elbow. Onlookers gathering around stared in silence.
"Just a warning before we start nittwit," Diego raised his gaze back to the guys and spoke. One could see the crazy excitement in his eyes.
"The last person I fist-fought with, never left the hospital alive."