In The Arms of a Donovan: A Sexy BBW Billionaire Family Series Romance (The Donovans Book 13) by A.C. Arthur Page A
Authors: A.C. Arthur
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happen. Tell me how three intelligent and wealthy men could allow themselves to be caught in a trap as old as time?”
Albert finished that drink and then he threw the glass at the wall. They both watched it shatter just beneath the picture of their entire family. Darla and Bailey sat on the old burgundy studded couch in their living room, while Albert stood in the center, Brandon and Brock on his sides. They looked like the perfect African American family. Educated, good looking, focused, loving, happy. It hurt to believe that it had all been a lie.
“She drugged me. I hate to even think of something like that happening, but that’s how it was. She walked right into this room and sat across from me. I poured the drinks for crying out loud,” Al cried. “I fixed drinks for her and for me. Then I drank it and…and the next thing I know she’s naked in front of me.”
Brandon shook his head.
“Naked, Brandon. This woman that I knew my brother had been involved with was in this room, in my house, climbing all over me. I know what I should have done. I know what she expected me to do. But I swear to you on all that is holy, on your mother, Brandon, I don’t know what I did.”
Al put his head down then, shaking it from side to side as he continued to say, “I don’t know what I did.”
“What happened after she was standing naked in front of you?” he’d asked, hating like hell that he was having this conversation with his father.
After a few seconds of silence, Al lifted his head, scrubbing his hands down his face. “I remember waking up in my bed, naked. Your mother, my sweet Darla, she found me just like that.”
Brandon cursed and turned away. He’d wanted to hit his father at that moment. Yes, that had been his immediate reaction to finding out that his mother had walked in on a scene like that. He wanted to beat the daylights out of Albert Donovan for being so foolish and for no doubt hurting his mother deeply.
“I was naked on the bed and delirious, saying all kinds of things,” Albert continued. “That’s what Darla told me. She said I was sweating like a hog so she called the paramedics and they took me to the hospital. That’s when they did the blood work and found the remnants of that drug.”
“How did mom respond to that? Did she ask you what happened in her bedroom?” Brandon could just hear a woman’s questions to this scenario. He couldn’t imagine her simply walking away and not giving a damn.
Albert shook his head. “She thanked the doctors for their help and took me home. We didn’t talk about it for weeks after that. Then one day she called me on the phone and asked me a simple question, ‘Did you break our vows?’.”
“And what did you say?”
“So, to answer this and your question from before, I told Darla everything I remembered,” Al said looking at his son. “I told her how Roslyn had come in and that I’d fixed those drinks and that I didn’t remember anything else after that. I cried and I apologized and I swore my love to only her, but I couldn’t tell her if I did or if I didn’t. Just like I can’t tell you now.”
Brandon remembered feeling like a bomb had exploded in the center of his world that day, just like he’d felt when his mother had died. A car accident had taken Darla’s life instead of the breast cancer that she’d vowed to fight to the end. Now, Brandon was facing something just as devastating—his father may have cheated on his mother and created another child. Another Donovan.
His temples throbbed with that realization as Brandon closed out his tablet, ignoring Trent’s email for now. He needed to think about this and he wanted to talk to Brock and Bailey one more time before he agreed to do anything. Moving forward with a meeting with this Dane guy could mean they were actually going to meet with their brother. A man none of them knew a damn thing about. Trent, as promised, had done some extensive digging into Dane’s
Albert finished that drink and then he threw the glass at the wall. They both watched it shatter just beneath the picture of their entire family. Darla and Bailey sat on the old burgundy studded couch in their living room, while Albert stood in the center, Brandon and Brock on his sides. They looked like the perfect African American family. Educated, good looking, focused, loving, happy. It hurt to believe that it had all been a lie.
“She drugged me. I hate to even think of something like that happening, but that’s how it was. She walked right into this room and sat across from me. I poured the drinks for crying out loud,” Al cried. “I fixed drinks for her and for me. Then I drank it and…and the next thing I know she’s naked in front of me.”
Brandon shook his head.
“Naked, Brandon. This woman that I knew my brother had been involved with was in this room, in my house, climbing all over me. I know what I should have done. I know what she expected me to do. But I swear to you on all that is holy, on your mother, Brandon, I don’t know what I did.”
Al put his head down then, shaking it from side to side as he continued to say, “I don’t know what I did.”
“What happened after she was standing naked in front of you?” he’d asked, hating like hell that he was having this conversation with his father.
After a few seconds of silence, Al lifted his head, scrubbing his hands down his face. “I remember waking up in my bed, naked. Your mother, my sweet Darla, she found me just like that.”
Brandon cursed and turned away. He’d wanted to hit his father at that moment. Yes, that had been his immediate reaction to finding out that his mother had walked in on a scene like that. He wanted to beat the daylights out of Albert Donovan for being so foolish and for no doubt hurting his mother deeply.
“I was naked on the bed and delirious, saying all kinds of things,” Albert continued. “That’s what Darla told me. She said I was sweating like a hog so she called the paramedics and they took me to the hospital. That’s when they did the blood work and found the remnants of that drug.”
“How did mom respond to that? Did she ask you what happened in her bedroom?” Brandon could just hear a woman’s questions to this scenario. He couldn’t imagine her simply walking away and not giving a damn.
Albert shook his head. “She thanked the doctors for their help and took me home. We didn’t talk about it for weeks after that. Then one day she called me on the phone and asked me a simple question, ‘Did you break our vows?’.”
“And what did you say?”
“So, to answer this and your question from before, I told Darla everything I remembered,” Al said looking at his son. “I told her how Roslyn had come in and that I’d fixed those drinks and that I didn’t remember anything else after that. I cried and I apologized and I swore my love to only her, but I couldn’t tell her if I did or if I didn’t. Just like I can’t tell you now.”
Brandon remembered feeling like a bomb had exploded in the center of his world that day, just like he’d felt when his mother had died. A car accident had taken Darla’s life instead of the breast cancer that she’d vowed to fight to the end. Now, Brandon was facing something just as devastating—his father may have cheated on his mother and created another child. Another Donovan.
His temples throbbed with that realization as Brandon closed out his tablet, ignoring Trent’s email for now. He needed to think about this and he wanted to talk to Brock and Bailey one more time before he agreed to do anything. Moving forward with a meeting with this Dane guy could mean they were actually going to meet with their brother. A man none of them knew a damn thing about. Trent, as promised, had done some extensive digging into Dane’s
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