Chapter 146: Emily's Mother

Amelia

The next five weeks flew by and I went to Paris a few times in that period. We also visited Emily who was an incredible girl and also had a wonderful sense of humor. One of those times we attended a small private wedding of Joanna, Griffin, Rodrigo and Logan. I had seen them all around multiple times, especially now that I had been around the company a lot preparing everything I needed to work remotely in Australia.

Things with my home life were good, I guessed. It seemed like we were mostly back to normal but I felt like there was a cloud over Donald's hand. Although he fucked Justin and me every time he gets, he made almost all our food unless we went out and did everything a loving partner would do. But there was still something off and it bugged the shít out of me. I was currently home, checking off a list of everything I needed to pack to be gone for six months and a knock at the door made me stop and go answer. It was likely Jack because the other guards never interacted with me which was a bit weird. I opened the door and he smiled at me.

“Good morning, Ms. Ugwu. There is someone at the front door requesting to talk to you. Her name is Carol Chima and she said she is an old friend of Donald's. I can send her away if you want.” He said and I frowned. The name sounded so familiar but I couldn't place it.

“No, it should be okay. I will go to meet her, should she be okay.” I said, he hesitated as if he didn't want me to meet a stranger alone.

“I don't think Donald's friends would have friends who were as demented as the people in my past.” I said softly and something in his expression hardened as if he was replaying that awful day we had almost lost our lives.

“You can never be too careful.” He said and I smiled at him.

“Why don't you call Donald, I will entertain the guest. He should be home soon.” He hesitated at my words but finally gave in and left.

I headed to the front door and opened it, a tall beautiful skinned woman stood there. She had to be at least six feet with the heels she had on. She had beautiful eyes and a face carved to perfection and I instantly knew who she was, not because I had seen her before but because of how curly her black hair and eyes were identical to Emily's. She must be her mother. She looked down at me, surveying me and I know I definitely looked like a mess. My hair was in a messy bun and I was wearing yoga pants and one of Justin's t-shirts. Shit, why didn't I change or something.

“Ummm, hello?” I greeted, my voice coming out a lot smaller than I wanted. She smirked and I immediately knew she was going to be unpleasant to be around.

“Hi, I must have the wrong house, you are just a girl.” She said and her voice was pure honey even though her tone carried a small amount of poison.

“I was told Donald lives here, I am his wife.”

My blood ran cold as ice at her words, Donald never said he had been married before but if this is Emily's mother, I guess it would make sense.

“Donald is not here.” I said, trying to sound as if I wasn't unnerved as fuck and smiled.

“Oh I know, I found out his little play thing was at home so I decided maybe we should have a little chat.” She pushed past me and into the house.

“Wow, this place is beautiful.” She said.

“Donald is on his way back home.” I lied, I wasn't even sure if Jack had reached him.

“Oh good, I will still have time to say what I needed to say to you.” She said, plopping down on the couch in the foyer.

She oozed grace even though I already decided in my mind she was a bitch. I sat across from her.

“Can I offer you something to drink?” I asked, this is my home, I am not going to let her make me feel like she had the upper hand. She studied me, crossing her legs.

“You are not type, you are too short and your hair is short too. He likes long hair, you are also way too thin and he likes women with nice large tits and an ass which you don't have. He clearly just used you for sex and you wouldn't be the first. I have met all of the little sex workers he has hired.” She paused as her words hit me like a ton of bricks.

Is she lying to me? Has Donald done this before? I was speechless, the feeling of nausea running through me.

“I am the only woman he will ever love because I gave him Emily. No one can match that.” She said bitterly.

I was about to respond when the garage door banged open and two sets of footsteps rushed in.

“Amelia?” It was Donald's, he found me before I could respond.

Justin was on his heel and I saw the anger flash through his eyes as Carol stood up, a seductive smile on her face. I didn't miss how Justin's eyes took in exactly what I did when I first saw her. She was probably the most beautiful woman I have ever met, physically. She sashayed over to Donald and attempted to put her arms around him but he gripped her by the shoulder and held her back.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He bit out, her smile dropped.

“I have missed you, baby.” She said with a pout.

“You told me if I wanted to come back, you would always be waiting.” Her words cut like a knife and I noticed that Justin felt them too by how he stiffened. Donald pushed her back gently so that she was no longer in arms reach.

“You know fucking well that I didn't bit say that. I informed you when you fully abandoned our daughter that if you ever wanted a role in her life, I wouldn't keep that from you. You and I never had a chance in hell at being together again, I could never love someone we cold and heartless as you. Someone who doesn't love my daughter as much as she deserves.” He said, venom dripping from his tone.

I have never heard that tone come out of his mouth before. Even in moments in the past where he was upset with me for keeping secrets, he never spoke to me in such a cold manner.

She seemed unfazed by his words except for scowling when he mentioned Emily. How could a woman hate her own child as much as this woman did? I stood up and Donald's eyes landed on me. The warmth and love that filled his cold eyes when he looked at me was so intense, some of the harsh words she said, I knew it couldn't be true. She noticed and looked back at me scowling.

“You will get tired of this little whore soon enough and will come crawling back to me because you….” She was cut abruptly because Donald stepped into her almost violently, gripping her shoulder.

“Firstly, if you ever disrespect my woman, the woman I love again, I swear you will regret it. You forget who helped you get to where you are today and how quickly with one phone call I can absolutely ruin your career.” He hissed out, Justin walked around and pressed up behind me because I knew he was also pissed at her words.

Donald released her and took a step back, almost as if being that close to her disgusting him.

“Secondly, you better be fucking glad that you are my child's mother and that I don't hit women. Because if you insult my woman again, I will make sure the only job you can get is scrubbing toilets in bowling alleys.” His words had struck home with her as she shook slightly. She may be heartless but she obviously loves her work and success.

“And last of all, get the fuck out of my house or I will personally have one of the guards throw you out.” He spit out.

Something about the way he was defending me made my inside flutter and she took a step back, blinking rapidly. I guess he shut her up, she turned and stormed to the door and disappeared. He rushed over to me, placing his hands on either side of my face and crashing his lips down on mine, kissing me with intensity I haven't felt from him before. Justin's hands held my hips securely as I was sandwiched between them. Donald hesitantly broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against mine.

“Are you okay, baby?” He asked and I nodded.

At first, I swear I thought I would be insecure about that woman being here but after the way he acted, I knew he didn't want her and had no feelings I looked up into his eyes and there was no regrets, no doubt or even the smallest thing that made me feel like he just did all that for show. He meant every word of it. He pressed his lips to mine again, kissing me repeatedly until I was putty in his hands. I felt Justin's erection against my back and Donald's against my stomach as they both began to rub their hands over me. Almost as if to see if I was okay, I giggled into his mouth, making him break the kiss and looking down at me.

“I am okay,” I said softly.

“I promise, she was only here a few minutes before you guys got back home.”

“I am so fucking glad we were on our way home already when Jack called.” He said, sighing and nuzzling my neck.

“Me too,” I mumbled.