Billionaire Daddy and Nanny 2(63)

"I guess, I just want to know that it wasn't all for nothing. That all the destruction and pain aren't in vain. I want to be more than just a casualty," he said. The way he was looking at me was breaking my heart. I had hurt him and I felt terrible for it! I felt like crying, but to cry now, in front of him, felt selfish. I had hurt him and now I was the one crying. I didn't want to make him feel bad for me. I didn't want anyone else trying to comfort me when I didn't deserve it. "I met with my lawyer today. My wife was served divorce papers," he continued.

"I'm sorry," I blurted out. "I'm sorry for the pain that you are feeling and for the way I did things. But I'm glad you're getting a divorce. I want to be with you. You belong with me," I told him.

"You're the craziest person I've ever met. But I've got to admit, no one’s ever gone to these lengths for me. A part of me thinks that you're trouble. And you are. You're dangerous. You could ruin me if you wanted to. But I made you a promise and I meant it. I love you Dahlia," he said,

"I love you too Marquise!" He opened his arms to me and I almost jumped into them. It felt so good to be back in his embrace. We stood like that for a while, just holding each other. It was getting dark out and the temperature was dropping but his arms kept me warm. We pulled back and he tried to kiss me but I stopped him.

"What if someone sees us?" I asked him.

"Then they'll have been lucky enough to witness true love," he said. I grinned and we kissed. His kisses warmed me inside and I didn't want him to leave.

"Do you want to come inside?" I asked.

"Do you think that's a good idea?" He asked back. I shrugged and frowned, then smiled once more.

"Probably not, but I want you to come inside anyway," I told him. We let each other go, only to hold hands as we went inside. We didn't let go as we went upstairs or when we entered the apartment. It was dark inside with no lights on, and quiet. I closed the door, turned on the living room light, and set down the plate of pizza on the coffee table. I didn't think that Gemma was home. Before we could do anything else, there was a pounding on the door. Alarmed, I checked the peephole but whoever was on the other side had it covered. I called through the door, "who is it?" There was no answer. Whoever it was, just pounded again. Professor Moore stood beside me as I opened it. I gasped when I saw who was on the other side. It was Sharon and she was a mess! Her eyes were red and swollen from crying and she smelled as though she had been drinking. As soon as the door opened wide enough, she lunged at me. We both went tumbling to the ground.

"You fucking bitch! I knew you were fucking him!" She growled through gritted teeth as she attempted to wrap her hands around my neck. Professor Moore pulled her off of me before things could escalate any further. "This bitch set me up!" She yelled and spit on me. It landed on my shirt. I was so disgusted that before I could even think about it, I cocked back and slapped her as hard as I could. She struggled against Professor Moore's arm trying to get to me. He had to restrain her with one arm and keep me back with the other.

"This bitch set me up!" She shouted.

"Calm down!" Professor Moore yelled.

"No! She set me up and ruined our marriage!" She screamed. We glared at each other. She was panting and bucking like a wild animal. Sharon wanted to get to me in the worst way.

"I would have never done that if she hadn't drugged me! Yea, Gemma told me what you did!" She said. My eyebrows shot up my forehead. I couldn't believe that Gemma had told her. "I should press charges!"

"Calm down!" Professor Moore repeated. She took deep breaths but spit at me again. This time it landed on the floor at my feet. Sharon started sobbing.

"Don't do this Marquise! Don't let her destroy us! You know that she set me up!" She cried.

In a calm, quiet voice, Professor Moore asked, "did she set you up when you continued to see and sleep with her roommate? Were you on drugs this whole time?" Sharon didn't say anything.

"Do you love her?" She asked. Professor Moore didn't answer right away. "Do you love her?!" She shouted.

"Yes!" Professor Moore's deep loud voice boomed, filling the whole apartment. "I am in love with her. And I want a divorce." Sharon's body went limp. Defeated, she grabbed a bunch of papers out of her purse and tossed them on the floor where her spit had landed.

"There! There's your fucking divorce!" She snapped. "I just wanted to hear you say it. Let me go!" She demanded. Professor Moore released her and stood between her and I, blocking her from being able to reach me. Sharon stood up, straightened her clothes, and patted down her hair. "A match made in hell," she said before turning to go. Professor Moore shut and locked the door behind her. Then he bent down and picked up the signed divorce papers, wiping the spit off on his leg. Professor Moore sighed and plopped down on the couch. He grabbed my hand and pulled me onto his lap then moved my hair to check my neck before kissing it.