Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Dianna Davenport

POV

I run around my apartment singing and dancing. I’m in a good mood. I’ve just hit ten million subscribers on my YouTube channel. I couldn’t believe it. After all of my hard work I was finally reaping the benefits.

My phone rings. I run across the room to my phone. “Alexa turn the music off.” I say picking up my phone.

The music shuts off and I see my friend Abigail’s name on the screen. I answer the call.

“Hey Abby.”

“Hi D, look I’m at this swanky restaurant with a client. Why don’t you come over. He’s just about to leave we can have dinner and celebrate that you hit ten million.” She suggests.

“Sure, I’ll just get ready. Send me the address.” I tell her.

We chat for a little before we hang up so I can get ready. Abigail is a match maker for Match.com, her aunt started the company thirty years ago and it’s been really successful but with tinder and a lot of young people not wanting to settle down, business has been slow. I’m glad she’s meeting with new clients. I run my fingers through my hair. I walk to my bedroom to get ready.

My phone chimes. I see a text from my mother. I open it. I roll my eyes.

{Hey Anna. I’ve been calling Blake but his not answering. Can you check to make sure your brother’s, okay?}

I ignore the text. When people see this, they always think I’m the older sibling. But Blake is the eldest. After he lost his wife, my brother couldn’t even take care of himself. It was up to my mother and I to make sure he ate, showered, and got out of bed. it’s been years and all I want is for him to move on. He deserves all of the happiness in the world, and I know Rene would want nothing but happiness for him. My sister-in-law was the kindest soul out there. Her heart condition was unfortunate, and my brother blames himself for what happened.

I shake those thoughts. Tonight is about me and my happiness.

I rush to shower. I leave my hair wet just adding a leave in conditioner. I look through my closet on what to wear. I get sent a lot of clothes. I started out reviewing online clothing and it’s grown into bigger brands sending me clothes to review and even makeup brands now send me makeup to review. When I first started reviewing clothes, I was a fifteen-year-old girl using her allowance and brother’s account to buy clothes. Then when I started getting more and more followers, I got to review more and more clothes. I’ve ordered from Pretty Little thing, A****n and many more stores. I don’t just do clothing anymore. I do household good, appliances and wherever my interest takes me. Last month I did a food review of a new restaurant that opened near my apartment. My mistake was mentioning it was a block away from my apartment. It took a week for them to find my apartment building and even less time to find my apartment.

This place has gotten too small for me, and I was looking for something bigger, I just didn’t expect me to have to do it so soon. I’m meeting with a realtor next week to go over a few houses I’m interested in.

I pick a white teared dress and a pair of pink heel sandals. I also pick a pink Cordray jacket to match it. My makeup is light, just a nude eye shadow and mascara. A little black eye pencil under the eyes and I’m done. I don’t even opt for lipstick. A simple lip balm is all I put on.

I leave locking up my apartment. I make my way to my car and drive out of the parking lot. The restaurant isn’t that far from my apartment. It takes me less than and hour to get there.

I park and make my way in. I spot her right away. She waves me and I walk over to her. hugs and kisses before we sit down.

“I’m so proud of you D, this is huge deal.” She smiles brightly.

I do as well. “It is. It’s been ten years since I’ve started my page and it’s grown so much since then.” I tell her.

She nods. “Please excuse me. I really need to use the restroom.” She excuses herself.

I nod. When she leaves, I take out my phone to text my brother.

“Jesus Julz. Of all the people you had to sleep with it had to be my freaking boss.” The girl beside me hisses.

I look over, I shake my head and pull up Blake’s name.

“Ken I’m sorry okay, I was looking for you and then Blake said you were out, he was going to phone you from his office but then one thing led to another.”

I pause and look over, there’s no way. There should be about a hundred Blake’s out there.

“Jesus fucking Christ. Having a one-night stand with Blake fucking Davenport in his office is the last thing you do. Especially since his not only my fucking boss but is still grieving his dead wife.”

I let out a gasp. The girls look over and I pretend I was gasping at something on my phone. I cover my face with my hair.

My brother? My freaking brother slept with that woman? And she’s pregnant?

“Julliet you’re having his child. He deserves to know…” her friend tries to reason.

I’m way too invested in this now. My brother is going to have a baby. How many other Blake Davenports are there in this world?

“If Blake would answer my calls, I would be able to tell him. I called him tonight and he answered, but when he heard it was me, he hung up. Can you believe it. I was going to tell him, and he wanted nothing to do with me.” she cries.

Oh man. Dammit Blake!

I’m going to be an aunt. My eyes widen at the thought.

Abby comes back to the table, and we order our food, but I can hardly eat anything not with the nerves rattling my nervous system. I bet I never see any of these women again. What if Blake never answers his phone and I never get to meet my niece or nephew?

All these thoughts ran through my mind the entire. I can’t believe my brother’s finally moved on from Rene’s death. The fact that he didn’t go after Skylor fills my heart with joy. Skylor and I never got along, she always seemed to be pining after my brother even after Rene and Blake got married. I take out my Macbook and search Julliett’s name.

There isn’t much about her other than her relation ship with her ex. The hospital. I look through the reports. There are shots of Blake leaving the hospital three hours before Julliett does. But she went to her ex, why would she go see her ex if Blake is father. Is she sure?

I have to look a little more into it before I am sure there’s nothing going between her and her ex. And I know exactly who to call.

I dial his number…

“Well, if it isn’t baby Davenport!” he shouts.

I groan. He was being ridiculous again. “Hey, Craig, I need your help…” I wasn’t going to beg him, but Craig was Blake’s best friend since childhood he was like an older brother to me. he pretty much spoiled me more than my own brother did.

“What do you need baby munch?” he asks.

“So, when was the last time you spoke to my brother?” I ask.

He doesn’t answer right away. “You’re calling me at midnight to know when the last time was, I spoke to your brother?” he asks suspiciously.

“Yes, well it has to do with the favor I have to ask…”

He groans. “I spoke to Blake last night some tome, well the night before since it’s the next morning already…” he complains.

“Did he speak to you about anything like moving or something?” again my question seems out there.

“Dianna out with it…” he sounds annoyed now.

I sigh. “Do you know about him and Julliett Harvey?” I risk it.

He sighs. “He mentioned them sleeping together yes. What of it?” he asks.

“Do you think you could find out for me if she and her ex are still together it’s important?” I ask.

He sighs. “They’re not Dianna. I told the same thing to Blake when we spoke. I don’t know what this is about, but Julliett Harvey used her ex to cover up being admitted into the hospital. Are you satisfied now? I got to run Anna speak soon bye.” He hangs up before I could even get a word out.

I was satisfied with his answer. So, Blake is the dad. I’m going to be an aunt… Excitement bubbles out of me. I couldn’t believe it. I was so excited.