Becoming the Whiskey Princess
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Completely taken aback by that, I glare. “I mean, fuck Amberlyn, what do ya think of me? Do ya really think I’d do that to ya? Manipulate ya like that?”
She glares back at me. “I don’t know. I don’t want to think that, but I’m just so mad! Your mom is sitting there, telling me she is just warning me because she doesn’t want me to go through what she did.”
“So because my ma doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut, I’m being yelled at?”
Whipping her head toward me, her brow furrows more. “So a woman needs to just shut her mouth and do what a man says? Is that what you mean by that?”
Looking up at the ceiling, I let out frustrated yell. When I open my eyes, she’s got a bag and is stuffing clothes in it.
“Where do ya think you’re going?”
“Why? You going to tell me I can’t go?”
I glare, my blood boilin’ inside me. I don’t know how this escalated so quickly, but it’s just ridiculous. Still, I really don’t even know what I did wrong.
“Really, Amberlyn?”
“I’m gonna go to Fiona’s. We need to have some time apart,” she says as a tear rolls down her cheek. “Maybe we rushed into this.”
“Really?” I snap.
“Yeah, so you wouldn’t lose your precious distillery.”
I feel as if she’s slapped me. Taking ahold of her arms, I turn her to look at me. “Do ya think I care about that fucking distillery more than you? Is that it?”
“No, but your mom thinks that’s the reason you’re doing everything to make me happy. So that I don’t leave. After that, you’ll run my life.”
I am going to fucking kill my ma. I’ve never ever said something like that before, but this is insane. Holding her gaze, I practically plead with my eyes as I say, “I don’t care about that distillery more than you, Amberlyn. I’m not doing this to trap ya. I love ya and will give it all up,” I say, and she looks down, sucking in a deep breath. “Tell me something. Have I treated you like what you are accusing me of? What is this about? Are ya nervous? Cold feet? What? Tell me. What do I have to do here? I’m not gonna be my da; I’m gonna be me. The man ya love. And I’m gonna make ya happy.”
Shaking her head, she looks back at me, her eyes full of tears. Pushing away from me, she goes to the window, crossing her arms over her body. “No, I want to marry you because I love you with every fiber of my body, but I guess I’m scared. I don’t want you to change me.”
“I’m not going to. Have I yet?”
“No, but all I can think is that my mom was a good judge of character. She loved with all her heart, and if she could love your mom, she had to be a person worth my mom’s time. But now, I don’t even like being around your mom. And I could be friends with a rock, Declan! It scares me!”
Taking a cautious step toward her, I bend my head to look her in her eyes. “Love, I’m not my da, and yous aren’t my ma.”
She sucks in a deep breath and shakes her head. “I wonder if your dad said the same thing.”
Pulling in a breath through my nose, I stand back and put my hands on my hips. She obviously needs time to think. Nothing I say is gonna change her mind. I could talk until I’m blue in the face and she isn’t gonna listen to me. She’ll have to do it on her own. Trust that I love her and I would never hurt her. I don’t want her to leave, but if that’s what she wants, then I’ll do it.
“Fine, get ya bag packed. I’ll take ya.”
She looks up. “What?”
I look at her, confused. “Don’t ya want to leave?”
She nods slowly, but I can see in her eyes she doesn’t. She’s scared. That’s all there is to it, and maybe Fiona can help with that. I wish it were me, and I feel it should be me, but apparently not. I hope though that she says no.
But, unfortunately, she doesn’t. “Yes.”
My heart sinks as I nod. “Fine, then I’ll take ya,” I say, my own voice breaking. “But don’t come back unless you want to marry me and you trust that I won’t be my da.”
Reaching for the door, I stop at the sound of her voice. “Are you mad?”
I look back at her from the where I’m holding the door handle. “Furious, but that don’t mean I don’t love ya and can let this go the second you get your head out of your arse. But till then, I’m gonna do as ya ask. Ya want to leave, let’s go.”
She hesitates and I pray that she’ll stay, but then she grabs her bag. Opening the bedroom door, I slam it shut just at the main door to my suite opens and my ma pops her head in. “Declan, I heard yelling.”
“Yeah?” I ask, wiping my face free of the tears that burn my cheeks. “Probably the sounds of my fiancée deciding to leave to go to her cousin’s because you chose to warn her about how I’m gonna change her.”
She pauses, her eyes glassing over as I hold them with heated ones. “Why would ya do that to me, Ma? To her? Scare her like this? Do ya really think that of me?”
“I don’t want her to end up like me,” she answers.
Confused, I shake my head. “If yer unhappy, change it. Don’t bring everyone down with ya because you decided to be unhappy.”
“I didn’t decide this; it was chosen for me.”
“Again, not my fault or Amberlyn’s. Yours and da’s. I’m not him. I won’t hurt her. I actually love her. Just like I think he loves you.”
“And I love him, but now everyone is leaving me. I’m lonely.”
I can’t believe what I am hearing. Shaking my head, I yell at her as my skin burns with anger. “So you’re trying to ruin my marriage? To keep me here?”
“No, Declan, no. I love you and I want you to be happy,” she pleads, reaching for me, but I brush her to the side. “But I loved her ma, and I don’t ever want her to live like I have.”
Glaring, I go toe-to-toe with her, glaring at her. “She fuckin’ won’t because I’m gonna make her happy and love her for her. I’m not your husband. I’m you. The you from before what now stands in front of me.”
Tears stream down her face as we hold each other gazes. It’s like I’m not looking at the woman that has loved me unconditionally my whole life. The person who I believed loved her life. No, I don’t even know this person, nor do I have the need to. She might have pushed Amberlyn away from me.