Daniel had never been more pissed off than he was right now. Of course those emotions were mixed in with fear and anxiousness, but he would never admit to those. He'd received a call from a little brunette he knew that worked in the hospital as a maternity nurse. She'd alerted him that she had been assigned to Donna, as she was now in labor. There were a few other things she was going to do for him once the baby was born, but no one would know about those save for her and him. In return he was screwing her brains out on a daily basis, which seemed fair to him.

He never expected Donna to call and let him know that she was about to give birth to their child. He never expected her to call even after the baby was born. But the worst part was knowing that little bastard Eric was trying to play happy families with his child. There was no arguing the fact that Daniel was certain this baby was his, the dates and everything match up. Even if the paternity tests come back and the baby isn't his officially, it'll still make no difference to him. Either way this baby she was about to give birth to was his. 

He paced the floor of his apartment, it was now almost six and he'd been told Donna arrived in hospital over five hours ago. It was all just a matter of waiting for that call to tell him he was a daddy, then he'd dash every dream Eric ever had of becoming a father. He'd march straight into that hospital and demand a paternity test, right there and then. Then they'd see who the daddy truly was.

WARNING - GRAPHIC LANGUAGE/SEX SCENES - RATED NC17

Donna took the margarita from Daniel as he sat down on the bed beside her. Slipping her shoes off she lay back on the bed with a bright grin on her face. Daniel watched her as he too threw his shoes off and lay on his side looking down on her. As he watched her sip at her third margarita he couldn’t help but feel excited inside as, little did she know, he had placed a little surprise in her drinks.

Daniel was good friends with a nurse at the hospital. In fact he was fucking her brains out most nights. Susan was a great little mover and shaker in the bedroom; but even better she’d managed to get him a large quantity of Rohypnol, a heavy date rape drug, which he’d given to Donna without her knowing.

Donna’s body felt numb, no matter how much she wanted to try and think straight her mind just wasn’t complying with her wishes. She lay feeling almost spaced out, like she’d taken some drugs or something. Her body was completely numb and relaxed as she lay with a bright girlish grin on her face.

Daniel threw the glass of margarita out of her hand and wrapped himself around her warm body. She felt so fucking good against his skin, he wanted her on top of him fucking her senseless. He grabbed her face roughly kissing her firmly, still gripping her chin with his hand “I want to fuck your brains out,” he growled huskily.

Donna looked over at her smashed glass on the floor with a pouted lip “m… m...y drink,” she slurred. But before she could move to rescue the glass, he gripped her face in a painfully tight grip as he kissed her roughly. She didn’t feel like herself, she knew usually she would be throwing him off her and yelling the place down; but for some reason she felt … unable to move. Her body felt completely numb; she felt unable to think straight, no matter how much she tried to talk nothing happened.

Daniel almost tore the clothes from her body, he felt in total control and he was horny as fuck. Pulling his own t-shirt and pants off he got on top of her and trust inside her, knowing she wasn’t wet, but it felt so much better. He pinned her arms above her head as he fucked her roughly, she didn’t move and she didn’t make any noise, and it gave him such a rush. He knew she wouldn’t be able to remember what had happened and she couldn’t resist him. He was getting what he wanted. Complete revenge.

The sex continued for hours, until Daniel was finally satisfied. He threw her to the side of the bed like a used rag, with no dignity or respect left in her whole body. He curled into her reminding her he was always there and she was his, whether she liked it or not. Donna lay passed out beside him, totally unaware of what had happened. Totally unaware of who she was or where she was. Totally alone.  

Donna had been dreading this day since the day the boss announced she and Daniel would be heading to Scotland to review the UEFA Cup Final. Her mind had been on Eric constantly, what was he doing? Was he okay? Did he love her anymore? He knew nothing about her heading to Scotland for the weekend, so she decided to change her answering machine message, letting everyone know she’d be out of town for the weekend.

Things with Daniel were certainly easier after their talk. If she had the choice, she would have much rather be reviewing this herself, but unfortunately that wasn't her choice and if she was going to succeed she'd need to play by their rules. She looked around the airport terminal aimlessly, not really focusing on anything in particular, just watching all the different people milling around until a deep voice broke her thought "Hey."

Donna turned around on her seat and saw Daniel, he was dressed in black tailored trousers and a blue shirt tucked into his trousers, with a few buttons open at the neck. Donna had forgotten how breath taking he was, but she would never tell him that. "Hi," she offered a small smile, before turning back to face the window's overlooking the airport runways. Daniel sat down beside her, his arm brushing against her bare arm. "Looking forward to seeing Scotland?" Donna nodded "Yeah, I’m looking forward to it, it’ll be different," she smiled with a small glance in his direction. "Good," he grinned in return.

Suddenly the announcement tanoy sounded: <i>Flight number 277-GLA flying to Glasgow is now boarding. Could all passengers please make their way to gate number fourteen.</i> "That's us," Daniel announced picking up his bag and waiting for Donna to collect her things. She lifted her handbag, pulling it over her shoulder, checking she had her passport and ticket to hand she followed him to the gate for boarding.

Daniel was nervous about being with Donna again. He wasn't entirely sure what this weekend would hold for the two of them, but he knew they would be attending the game tomorrow then flying home on the Sunday in time for work on Monday. It was one thing about the boss; he would definitely make sure they didn't miss work. It would be interesting to see how she would be around him now that everything had changed. No matter what Daniel said, he found it hard being with her knowing they were no longer engaged, knowing she wasn't his, she was Eric's.

They were seated quicker than everyone else, as their tickets allowed them seats in first class, which were always seated first above other passengers. The seats were large and comfortable, each with its own drinks holder and small table. The air hostess moved her way down the passengers, finally stopping at Donna and Daniel. "Hello, may I take a drink order for after the take off?" she smiled with her unnerving Barbie doll smile. Donna thought a moment "could I have a white wine, please?" the woman nodded jotting it down then looked at Daniel. "I’ll have a Jack Daniels," he answered simply. She noted it then made her way to the staff cabin to take her seat for the take off.

<i>Good evening, this is your captain speaking. I'd like to welcome you all on board this flight from Los Angeles to Glasgow. We are expecting to arrive in Glasgow at approximately five am, British time. On behalf of all cabin crew on board, we'd like to wish you a pleasant flight.</i>

Donna felt sick with nerves. She placed a firm grip on either of the arm rests, as her face became a little paler. The plane slowly made its way to the runway, just the motion of movement worried Donna. Daniel noticed her face paling, he placed his large warm hand on top of hers "it's okay," he whispered. Donna looked at his hand atop hers, as shivers ran through her body at his touch. She didn't say anything in response to him. She looked out the window and noticed the plane was now stopped at the bottom of the run way. Suddenly she heard the wings adjusting outside for take off and the engines roaring as the plane ran along the runway gathering more and more speed.

"Oh god," she mumbled. Daniel pulled her head down onto his shoulder and stroked her face, his head resting against hers "it's okay; once we're up we'll be okay. I forgot how much you hate taking off and landing." The warmth and comfort of his body felt good, as bad as it was. Her stomach lurched as the plane left the ground gliding through the air on its accent. She let out a little yelp and moved closer to him, closing her eyes in fear.

Daniel smiled down on her; maybe it would be easier than he thought to woo her again. Well certainly easier than pinning her down on the bed and feeding her the little surprise he'd brought along with him. His smile almost became evil as he thought through his little revenge plan for her. He almost felt sorry for Eric, he didn't intentionally want to drag the bastard into it, but he'd done that one himself, now it was just a matter of time before all their lives would change. Some for the good and some would never be the same again.

The glass slammed down on the table, the only sound that filled the quiet and dark apartment. Tipping the bottle almost completely upside down, Daniel was determined to get the last few drops out of the whiskey bottle. He sloshed the mix of ice and whiskey around in the glass for a while, as if in some way, making it more intoxicating. His blue eyes studied the empty bottle as if their were nothing else in the world more fascinating to look at. 

After a few minutes, he broke his infatuation and glanced at the clock. It was almost two-fourty am and he was well and truly fucked. Dragging himself to his feet he moved into the bedroom, removing his shirt and tie. He always felt more comfortable just walking around shirtless and barefoot with just his trousers on; it was comforting and relaxing in some way. Leaving his clothes scattered across the bed he left the room and slouched into his leather recliner and placed his feet on the coffee table. He lay back, still nursing his whiskey; then lifting the remote, he switched on his Nirvana CD and lay back.

His head was a mix of different thoughts. Some good, some bad and some he didn't even know why they were in his head at all. One thing that prayed on his mind over and over was the conversation he'd had with Eric earlier on that night. Daniel was amazed he managed to keep his cool and not kick the living shit out of the bastard. Who the hell did he think he was, coming to his place of work and telling him he couldn't see or speak to Donna? 

Really it was fuck all to do with him if Daniel decided to speak to Donna or not; what was he really going to do about it? Daniel didn't take very kindly to threats at the best of times, but, it was even worse now he had brought Donna into the equation. In reality Daniel couldn't touch Eric even if he wanted to. If he was going to convince Donna he was serious about him being a changed man, he'd need to keep his cool no matter how much the bastard pushed at him. 

He couldn't believe how much he'd changed in the last six months. He was on speaking terms with his ex-wife for a start, which, neither of them ever thought would happen. She'd made him see, for once in his life, that someone other than him mattered and he'd let her slip right through his fingertips; and not in the best way, he'd made her think she was only good enough to marry him, fuck him, pop out a few kids then stay at home and look after them. Which, in hindsight, wasn't the best thing to make her think. How was he ever going to convince her otherwise? Donna was a smart woman, she had her guard up so high against him, it would be easier to burrow a hole underneath it; but how would he do that?

He let out a huge groan and covered his eyes with one of his hands. His eyes stung like hell, both from the drink and the lack of sleep since taking on his new role at the Daily. His life was a complete shambles, he ate when he could, which wasn't very often with the amount of hours he worked. The apartment was relatively clean, because he was never in it, most nights he spent working late on articles in the office and most of the time just slept on the couch there; and worst of all, alcohol was becoming his new substitute for Donna and really for everything else. 

He wasn't entirely sure what to do about his life. He had never felt this way about one woman in his entire life. He thought he loved Maggie, but it was clear from the outset of their marriage they were both in it for individual gains. She wanted his money. He wanted her family to get him to the top in the journalism field; and they both achieved their goals. She earned herself a quarter of his money and assets and he landed his job as manager of the sports section at one of the largest newspapers in L.A. Really looking back on it, it was a win, win situation for them both, but a waste of a good marriage. It wasn't until he lost Donna that he realized he had, lost the most important thing to him in the world; and he was determined to get her back. If that meant crushing Eric, he would do it, without a second thought in his head. Anyway, Eric had her first, he fucked up and now it was Daniel's turn. 

Pulling his weary body from the chair he switched the CD off and turned toward the bedroom. As he did so he noticed the untouched glass of whiskey in his hand. With a deep breath he threw it back in one fluid motion, then slammed the glass down on the table. Slowly he staggered into the bedroom and fell down on top of the sheets in the dark. The alcohol in his system soon pulling him into a deep and drunken sleep.

Daniel's BMW screeched into his parking space outside the daily. He was not in the mood for this bull today, he'd much rather have stayed in bed with the little brunette he brought home last night. Getting out, he locked the car and strode into the reception area waiting on the elevator.

"Daniel!" came a voice from behind him, but he didn't turn around, instead he repeatedly pushed the button for the elevator hoping it would come quicker. "Daniel?" the voice was now standing beside him, he had no option but to turn around. "Yes?" he glowered. "Your back at the daily? I've missed you," Lindsay smiled. Lindsay was the receptionist, she dealt with all the important clientele and more importantly she'd dealt with Daniel on several occasions; in bed. "Yeah, I'm back," was all he could be bothered to answer, pissed off with waiting on the elevator he decided to take the stairs, to which Lindsay followed him.

"Daniel, your in such a bad mood today. How was your Christmas and New Year? Mine was excellent I spent it with my mom and dad, we had so much fun and they bought me this bracelet," Lindsay held out her arm expecting Daniel to look at it, but he ignored her. "It's nice huh? Yeah I like it," she grinned. Suddenly Daniel spun round "Look ... whatever your name was. I don't really give a shit what your parents bought you for Christmas or how your doing. I fucked you because I was horny and you were around, I don't like you and I wouldn't waste my time talking to you!" With that he marched into the office, leaving a very upset Lindsay behind. 

Continued here

So its now ... January 4th. Fuck. What a past two weeks its been, everything is just one hell of a big blur. I managed to squeeze a two week holiday out of the boss and since then its been nothing but no strings sex, major amounts of alcohol and the odd bit of cocaine.

I think somewhere in amongst all that shit I had time for Christmas, but to be honest I was so fucked out of my head I didn't really give a shit about spending time with the family or any of that bullshit. I mean come on, Christmas is just an excuse to get an extended holiday, drink yourself shitless and meet some ladies.

Back to work tomorrow, but what everyone at the Daily don't know is I'm now manager of the sports column. Which means, yes, I will be back working there ... permanently. Unfortunately for some.

I'm looking forward to seeing one particular little blonde, dunno if she'll be as happy to see me though.