All Chapters of KISS ME WHEN ITS OVER: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Frantic, I drive straight to Mike’s. I don’t bother knocking, I have the key. Andrew my head is spinning to many thoughts to care about manners. The house is quiet. Until I walk into the living room and nearly collide with a half naked woman scrambling to cover herself with a bedsheet. She has a British accent and a smile that tells me maybe she thought I was someone else. “Where is Mike” I ask not interested in small talk or the way she was trying to adjust her bra. “I don’t know” she smirks. “He said he would be back home later…maybe you could keep me company instead. I turn around and leave. There is only one other place he might be. The club. The club is loud and bubbling with music. Cigarette smoke fills the air. Red and blue lights illuminate the room, bodies pressed against each other. I squeeze through. “Hey, my man” I hear from a distance. I give a thumbs up not ready for a conversation. I spot him in the vip section, surrounded by bouncers and a drunk woman. He h

Donald’s POV Back home, I stand by the window, staring out into the dark like I would find answers. My phone feels heavy on my palms, no call from the blackmailers, no threats, no updates and I can’t reach them. Just silence. And silence is always worst. I pace back and forth. A hundred things running through my mind. I should have burned the envelope the day I got it. My eyes twitch. I open the safe again, the contents are still the same except for the envelope. And rebecca? I haven’t spoken to her in while Shit. I reach for my phone. Ten missed calls. I see messages. I move to my call log, my hand hovers over her name. I exhale and run a hand through my hair. What if Rebecca finds out? What if Delmont finds out? I place the phone on the table. I can’t drag Rebecca into this? She doesn’t know the kind of man I am. If she ever finds out this version of me she wouldn’t want to stay. My chest is heavy. I collapse into the chair. My head buried in

Donald’s POVRebecca had told me how famished she was, so we drove through McDonald’s and ordered takeout. two burgers, large fries, and milkshakes that were half melted by the time we parked. I drive to the beach, one of my favorite quiet spots, and we stay in the car with the windows rolled halfway, letting the evening breeze circulate. We eat with the wrappers spread out between us, taking large bites, talking with our mouths full, laughing whenever the sauce splurges from the burgers and lands somewhere it shouldn’t. Rebecca has ketchup on her chin at one point, and I reach out with a napkin, dabbing it off gently. She rolls her eyes but smiles.“This is so messy,” she says, holding up her hands in defeat.“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” I tease.She sticks her tongue out at me, then pops a fry into her mouth. “And you’re lucky I’m starving.”When we finish, I step out of the car and stretch. I walk around to the other side and open her door with a bow.“Madam,” I say dramatically.

She’s Smiling, she looks relaxed. probably taken long before any of this mess began.Mike notices the change in my expression. His brows draw together.“What?” he asks, looking over my shoulder.Then he sees the picture too.“What?” He asks again. I can sense the frustration in his voice. A long silence stretches between us.“She…she’s his daughter?,” I whisper.“Yes, any problem?” “It’s her, it’s Rebecca. The girl IMet at the bar” I say. My hands are trembling slightly. Mike draws a breath and steps closer. “You are kidding me.”I shake my head slowly, still staring at the picture like maybe if I look long enough it will change.There is a long silence between us. My legs suddenly feel weak. I slowly sit down on the step. Mike is watching me. “You alright?” He asks. I don’t answer. I am thinking of Rebecca. Her soft brown eyes staring back at me from the photo. That easy, careless smile. Her lips i have kissed a dozen times.“Donald?”I drag my eyes away from the picture and

Mikes POV I pull up in front of my penthouse. The place is quiet. Too quiet. I have a splitting headache. The type that starts from the back of your head and migrates to the front. Where you can literally feel your head pounding. I had been thinking a lot. Everything is weighing heavy on my head. From the mess with the envelope, Donald’s woman who happens to be Delmonts daughter. If only Donald had listened to me. All this would have been over by now, and Theo is not talking. I might have to release him. He obviously knows nothing about what has happened. And to top it all up a shipment came in late. One of the new boys almost got followed. Stupid move, very Careless. That’s how you get the cops on your back. That’s how people end up dead. I move drugs. Pills. Coke. Stuff that makes people forget, stuff that makes them feel better for a while. I am not proud of it, but it’s what I do. And tonight, everything felt off.It’s like everything is just coming down at once. I slam the c