What Donovan Wants (The Accidental Series, Book 4) Read Free

I’m
trying to be your friend? That a bit presumptuous of you, don’t you
think?”
    He frowned and looked out the window
again.
    “ Tell you what...tell me
how old you are and I’ll take my plate, leave you to your misery
and go back over there with my friend,” she
propositioned.
    “ I’m thirty-five,” Donovan
said quickly.
    Kamila smiled but didn’t move.
    “ Thought you said you were
going to leave?”
    “ I lied.” She shot an evil
grin his way.
    “ So not only are you
annoying, you’re also a liar.”
    Kamila’s mouth fell
open. Did he just say that out
loud? She couldn’t even think of a smart
comeback for something so cold-hearted and brash.
    Since she didn’t leave, he decided to.
Standing, he said, “I’m not in the mood for your frolicsomeness, so
do me a favor and please, just leave me alone from now on.”
    Kamila watched him walk away. He had a sexy
walk to go along with that well-maintained body, but his attitude
sucked. He was rude and he didn’t want to be bothered, so she
wouldn’t bother him again.
    * * *
    Donovan returned to his room, took out his
cell and found Shayla’s number. He promised himself he wouldn’t
bother her again, but even after months of not speaking with her,
he still wanted to hear her voice, to talk to her. He needed to,
like it was an addiction and having contact with her would be his
fix. Using the phone on the nightstand, he dialed her number,
feeling his heart race as he anxiously waited for her to pick
up.
    “ Donovan,” Shayla
answered. “You have to stop calling me. Carter is going to kill you.”
    “ I’m not worried about
Carter, Shayla.”
    “ Well you could at least
have enough respect for me not to do this. I love Carter. I’m happy
with him. How many times do I have to tell you that?”
    Donovan processed what she said for a
moment. “Then tell me how to fall out of love with you, Shayla, and
I’ll do it. Can you tell me how to do that?”
    “ No, I can’t.”
    “ Then what do you want me
to do?”
    “ Maybe you should seek
counseling.”
    “ I don’t need counseling.
I need you.”
    “ Donovan...I—”
    “ I thought you felt
something for me.”
    “ I liked you as a friend
but—”
    “ You know I still think
about us sharing an appetizer on the beach, holding hands, the way
you rested your head against me on the plane...I replay those
things in my head and wonder how you can say that you only wanted
to be friends.”
    “ I love Carter. Please
stop calling me.” Shayla hung up the phone.
    Donovan slammed the receiver down. He sat on
the bed running his hands across his face, frustrated. Why was it
so hard for him to get her out of his system?

 
     
    ~ Chapter Four ~
     
     
     
    After taking a long nap, he went to dinner alone again, and like
yesterday, he went to the top deck of the ship, staring out into
the water. The peace, the serenity of it gave him time to reflect.
Why was he so fixated on Shayla? Why was he calling her? Even after
Carter, Shayla’s husband, threatened his life, he still couldn’t
leave her alone.
    The sound of sniffles and whimpers disrupted
his thoughts and he briefly looked around to see where the noise
was coming from. Then he saw her, Kamila, leaned against the
railing, same place she was last night, wiping her eyes.
    He frowned. Should I go talk to her? Try to console
her? He wanted to walk away but something
about hearing her cry made him want to reach out to her. He took a
few steps closer and said, “Hey, are you okay?”
    She looked at him with tears in her eyes,
and said, “I’m fine.”
    “ Um...you don’t look
fine.”
    “ Well, I am. I just want
to be miserable and alone right now. You of all people should
understand that.”
    Donovan sighed and looked away. Then he
said, “Look, Kamila, I’m sorry I was rude to you before. I just got
a lot on my mind right now.”
    “ You think you’re the only
person in the universe who has issues?”
    “ No. I simply don’t want
to talk