DONNA JACKSON-Runaway Bride

She never thought she would be a runaway bride. But there she was, still in her wedding dress and in a cab headed nowhere. She had no purse, no cash, and yet that meter was running up. She even threw her phone at Ethan so she did not have that.

She had been a fool.

So blindly in love with a man who had possibly a past worse than hers. Her brothers had hinted at it, but she had not seen it for herself. She was so young, but she remembered hearing about some of their escapades when she would hide in Antonio's closet to hear them talk.

Always about girls, and sex.

So yes, she was exposed to things she should not have at her age. She did not understand what it was really about but by the way, they talked, she wanted to have as much fun as they had. She had a crush on Ethan at a very young age but never believed he thought of her as anything but a little sister.

The family had fallen apart when she was twelve so she saw less and less of Ethan, and when she did, he never talked to her anymore. Then he left for college and she cried like a baby. She wanted Ethan to be her first kiss, even though he was older than her.

Instead, she turned to any guy she could for attention. Her father died and that made things worse. She turned to boys for love because her mother could not give it to her. She lost her virginity to her brother's college roommate, and she was much too young, but she did not care about that.

Ethan was the first guy she cared about, beyond just sex. Everyone else was someone to feel that void she felt. Great sex, bad sex, it did not matter. She wanted it when she wanted it.

Which sometimes was all the time.

She gave the cab driver an address.

She wiped the hot tears that would not stop from her face. She admitted she was not perfect. She admitted she had flaws. Her deep dark secrets, and maybe this was why she was not enough for Ethan.

The cab pulled up to the house, behind the motorcycle. She got out and knocked on the door. When it opened, she simply said. "Pay the cab fare."

"What? Why are you here?" he asked looking her up and down in her dress.

"You know I'm good for the money, go pay the man."

After the cab was paid, he stepped inside the house with her.

"I wasn't concerned about the money Donna, I was concerned about you. What are you doing? Didn't you get married today?"

"No. Help me out of this thing."

"Donna-"

"Shut up and just do it!"

He helped her out of the contraption and she tossed the garter to the floor and yanked off all the diamond jewelry she wore that cost a fortune. What a waste.

"What happened?"

"Don't talk. You know I don't like it when you talk." She stepped closer to him and pulled off his shirt. "You didn't...have any other plans tonight, did you?"

"No."

"Good" She started on his jeans, hoping he was already erect and ready to go. She did not like foreplay with her hired boy toy. Just sex. Quick, fast, and emotionless.

"Come on, lay back," she demanded of him.

Seeing his lovely dick had her anxious already. It had been too long. She straddled him and grabbed his length to insert in her. This was what she needed right now.

She moaned and groaned as she bounced up and down him while he steadied her wild thrusts. She thought about her faithful assistant Anita on top of Ethan, doing what she was doing. She started to cry.

"Donna-"

She covered his mouth with her hand and continued riding him. It was going to be a challenge erasing all thoughts of Ethan, all the ways they made love over the last several months. Not even an hour apart and she missed him but hated him at the same time.

She could not reach orgasm. No matter how long she tried, she could not reach the brink. Climbing off him, she lay beside him.

For a moment he said nothing, just let her be. How could this be her life right now? The one man she thought understood her, hurt her once again.

"Want to talk about it now?"

"No."

"What did he do?"

"What do all men do."

"Well...does he know about you and your little issue? Or about me...us..."

"I don't have an issue!"

"Donna, I care about you."

"No, you care about this house I paid for, you care about the things I buy you. I don't pay you to care about me, just fuck me."

"But I do." He rubbed her cheek, then kissed her eyebrow.

"I'm not enough for him," she said in an almost whisper. "Ethan needs more than I can give. I tried to make him happy."

"I'm sure you do make him happy."

"I love him so much. It hurts. I hate feeling this way."

"Why are you here with me?"

"I don't feel weak with you. I feel in charge of my body and my emotions."

"Because I am the hired help."

"Not even that, it's just...I don't care what you think about me. But you...you remind me of him."

She rubbed his smooth, rippled chest. Blond and blue eyes like Ethan. His build, maybe thinner. Younger than Ethan. Sexy like Ethan, but still not Ethan.

She had a Maintenance Man for every occasion. This occasion called for Hadrian, the "Dick Toy," as she liked to call him, a former stripper now turned lawyer. He was only one of three of her real, live sex toys she kept on standby.

ETHAN VAN RUSSELL-No Happy Ever After

He did not know what to think.

If the video of him was real, why didn't he remember it? He did wake up in his little special room that morning but did not know why. He had not even used the room with Donna, simply showed her the room. Why did he not remember much about how he got home from the hotel either?

All he remembered was sitting at the bar having a few drinks.

Then nothing.

Then Donna showed him a video of having sex with Anita on what was supposed to be the happiest day of his life.

That bitch! What had Anita done?

He tried to call her cell phone, but it was disconnected.

How did she get inside his house? The mansion was like Fort Knox with security. Did he ever bring her to the house so she had access? He had a very great memory, and he knew he never brought her to his home. He never brought any of the women to the mansion, not while his kids were there. That's why he had a separate apartment for his liaisons with women.

He had not seen Anita in months. He had to find her and get her to tell Donna the truth.

He did not care about any of the people left at the wedding confused and possibly amused by this turn of events. He left and headed for Anita's. After pounding on her door for twenty minutes, trying the key, but she changed the locks, he finally left after a neighbor threatened him.

Then he headed to Donna's. She would be there and they could talk. They could straighten this out. Once he went inside, he called for her. He checked every room. No Donna.

His phone rang. He picked it up before the ring even finished.

"Donna!"

"Dad, where are you?"

Ethan grabbed the bottle of Donna's favorite, peach Ciroc, and took a long swig of it.

"Dad?"

"She's gone, son."

"Dad, where are you? Everyone here is worried about you."

"She's not here. She's not at her house."

"That's where you are? Okay, I need you to get back here. Come home, Dad."

"No! My home is with Donna and if she is not there, I don't want to be there. I'm staying here till she comes back."

"Dad, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Try and stop me." Then he hung up on him.

He drank more alcohol till it was all gone. Then he grabbed another bottle of whatever, he did not care what it was, and started guzzling it down.

Donna had to come back home, she just had to.

Hey readers!

Runaway bride ran to another man's arms. Who is this Hadrian and why is he at Donna's beck and call? And three maintenance men? We've met one, Freddy the Dick Man, wonder who the other one could be?

Poor Ethan.

XOXO
Kimberly