Lucy stands at his feet and looks up at him. “You’re very big.”
“Tall,” I correct her.
“You’re very small,” he replies.
“Lucas Marks calls me a mouse because I’m so small,” she says matter-of-factly.
“Well…” His eyebrows flick up as if surprised. “You tell Lucas Marks that he has big ears.”
What?
“This is Dominic.” I cut them off. “Dom, this is Gabriel.”
“Hi,” Dom says without so much as a glance.
Gabriel’s jaw ticks as he stares at him, clearly annoyed by his rude behavior.
Fuck.
“Would you like a cup of coffee?” I ask to change the subject.
Gabriel’s eyes come back to me. “Yes,” he replies.
“Why don’t you guys go outside and play before dinner?” I fake a smile; everything is great here. Nothing to see. Happy, happy, happy.
“I don’t want to go outside,” Dom replies.
Gabriel’s unimpressed eyes flick over to him.
“Go upstairs then, sweetie.” I widen my eyes at him. Not now, fucker.
Dom stomps up the stairs as if I’m a major inconvenience.
This damn kid will be the death of me.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the last six years, it’s that sleeping with a dominant man may be hot, but raising one as your son is a lot less desirable.
Lucy stands at Gabriel’s feet as she continues to look up at him. “Why are you wearing that?”
“Wearing what?” he asks.
“That…” She gestures to his clothes.
“My suit?”
She nods with a goofy smile. “It’s funny.”
“You never saw a suit before?” He frowns.
Help.
“Upstairs, sweetie.” I cut her off. Please stop telling him how uncultured we are. “Mommy has grown-up things to discuss with Gabriel.”
I glance over at him to see that his face is cold and expressionless.
Take the offer, Lucy, trust me…upstairs is a much better option.
She skips upstairs and the room falls silent, ugh… Don’t leave me alone with him.