Dawn was
working on some drawings when the phone rang. She answered it harshly,
"Estevan, I told you not ring me unless you have good news." Dawn
listened to him and replied, "Fine I will meet you."
Dawn made
sure she looked her best. She wanted Estevan to see what he was missing.
"What's this about?"
"Is
that it? You wanted to tell me how good I look?"
"No I
mean yes I mean...Look I wanted you to know all the business are going legal
and there will be no more drugs." He tried to step closer but she backed
away.
"Dawn,
baby it takes time. The business are going to an accountant so they can legit
the figures for each club. We haven't ordered anymore drugs. I'm cutting my
hours so I can spend more time with you and Art. I have a full house because
Heather needs help as a new Mum. Do you believe me?"
Dawn stood
there and replied, "It sounds wonderful but is it real?"
"You
don't give up selling drugs that easy. I would still need proof."
"The proof will be here in just days." Estevan moved in closer and suddenly Dawn realized how close he was and before she could object he kissed her wrapping his arms around her. Dawn hated how she couldn't resist him.
They strolled through the streets and before Dawn knew it she was at Estevan home.
"I
can't come in. I have to tell you something. I went to a client's home
yesterday and the guy that I was to do work for made a pass at me."
"WHAT?"
"I'm telling you because I want you to know I'm not interested in anyone but you. I shoved him and left. I didn't take the job either. If I wanted someone else I wouldn't tell you, would I?"
Estevan read
her mind and knew she was telling the truth. "Dawn are you ok?"
"Stop
worrying I'm fine. I told you so you could see it's you I want. Please just get
this sorted so we can be together. Now take me home."
Estevan
reluctantly agreed to take her home.
When he got home Estevan demanded to know how things were progressing. "Dad, the accountant says the books will be done soon."
When he got home Estevan demanded to know how things were progressing. "Dad, the accountant says the books will be done soon."
Estevan
yelled, "Not soon enough."
"I
understand why your angry but in a few days, Dawn will get the proof and she
will believe you."
"I
can't take it anymore. I need her here. A client made a pass at her and if I
don't get that proof she is more likely to accept the advances of another man
and it will be my fault. Now GET ME THOSE BOOKS!" Estevan yelled.
Blair was at
the door, "What fucking time do you call this?" Estevan yelled.
"Well I
got the books from the account but if this is not a good time then I'll
leave." Suddenly Estevan calmed down. "Follow me!"
He scanned the books carefully. "Where are the old books?"
He scanned the books carefully. "Where are the old books?"
Blair gave
him the old books and said, "You can see the differences." Estevan
was relieved the proof was here and Dawn would have to believe him now. "How's
Teddy doing?"
"I
don't want to talk about it."
Estevan understood and showed Blair out and poured himself a drink at the bar. When he glanced at the door, Dawn was standing there looking at him. "I just got the proof how did you know?"
Estevan understood and showed Blair out and poured himself a drink at the bar. When he glanced at the door, Dawn was standing there looking at him. "I just got the proof how did you know?"
"I'm
not here for that. I got a call because you are in a foul mood."
"Oh I'm
calm now but while you are here I have the proof. I have the old books and the
new ones."
Dawn didn't
say anything just scanned the books one by one checking numbers from one book
to the next.
Estevan watched her fingers move along the pages and her eyes scan every line. He kept thinking why is she taking so long and look how lightly her fingers glide down the page. This woman is purposely torturing me. Then she closed the books and placed them on the table and with those piercing blue eyes looked at Estevan.
Estevan watched her fingers move along the pages and her eyes scan every line. He kept thinking why is she taking so long and look how lightly her fingers glide down the page. This woman is purposely torturing me. Then she closed the books and placed them on the table and with those piercing blue eyes looked at Estevan.