Hot Coffee (The Hollens)

Ethan's POV

I was upstairs in my bedroom searching for my car keys when I heard her voice from downstairs calling out to me. What the fuck was she doing here already?

I walked out of the room and went down the stairs. She was standing at the bottom, all excited with another woman beside her. She informed me that she'd caught an early flight and introduced the woman beside her as Dianna Promme, a wedding planner. What the hell was wrong with this woman? 

She moved in for a hug but I pushed her away gently. I tried to explain that I needed to talk to her but she began talking to Dianna Promme. I was getting impatient. 

She squealed at the pictures of a wedding magazine.

I noticed Emma in the corner. I went over to her and instructed her to go to the guest room while I handled Sharon. Things had the potential to get ugly and I didn't want Emma getting caught in the middle of it. She complied and I sat next to Sharon, watching the woman who betrayed me, the woman I had proposed to, the woman I was supposed to get married to. I had to deal with her drastically but privately. 

I had no idea who Dianna Promme was, so I didn't want to make a scene in front of her while she was in my house. I had to be professional. I tossed my anger aside, for now, and pretended I was into the wedding planning.

Emma approached me and handed me my coffee. I so needed this coffee right about now. My tongue brushed on something hard.

What the hell! Why is there a ring... Wait a minute... Did she seriously do what I think she did?

I looked down the entrance to the guest rooms and saw her bright brown eyes peering at me. I got up and followed her, forgetting about Sharon who was so enthralled in the wedding planning she didn't even notice me get up. 

Emma locked herself in the room while I pounded on the door, yelling for her to let me in, not caring who heard me. She told me to go to hell. 

I was furious. Why she just couldn't trust me? 

She screamed again for me to "go away".



out. I watched as the door opened slowly. I stepped out and pushed it open. I walked in, looking at her with rage, but I wasn't upset with her. I

tell you that if

my tone or the look on my face, maybe

here? Oh, you can't hear me now? I asked why is she still here?" She was getting very sassy with me. I would have to punish her for

because I want her to be here,"

Don't you ever touch me!"

don't

understand perfectly, Mr.

how to push my

to hell for all you care. If you wanted to get rid of her she'd be gone by now, but you don't. You were wrapped up with her tightly on the chair that you could practically pass as the thong

chill. This girl was spitting words like a

to

I'm not calming the fuck down. I'm done being calm! I'm done with people taking advantage of me! I'm done with being kind

at her in amazement. She was so cute when she's angry. "If you don't

scared she'll hear you? You're scared she'll leave you and find someone else? You're scared that the wedding would

made me laugh. I wouldn't be scared. I'd be so damn happy.

your baby."

was taking over. I didn't want to yell at her again but she wouldn't shut up and let me explain. If I yelled, I'd get the results I was looking for but I'd hurt her

again, "listen

"No."

"Let me explain."

want any explanations.