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“What?” I reply, startled by her question despite watching her approach.

She plops down and wraps her arm around my shoulders. “Marshall. Your daddy. Your baby daddy.”

My eyes grow wide. “What?”

“Oh, please don’t lie to me.” Ivy sighs. “Selene may have let it slip that you were pregnant, but it’s Marshall’s kid, isn’t it?”

I hesitate, looking at Ivy carefully. “Yeah. The baby is ours.”

“Oh good!” Ivy cheers. “I knew y’all would work out.”

“What?”

“We’ve all been cheering you both on since Selene’s engagement party. I think y’all are cute.” She continues as though she hasn’t just brought my whole world to a screeching halt.

Just then, Zuri returns through the main doors with Marshall at her heels, carting two large trunks on a trolley. As they pass, Marshall looks over at me and motions for me to follow them.

I stand by Zuri at the base of the stairs, watching Marshall pick up the first trunk and haul it up to the floor of the playroom.

“Isn’t there an elevator you could have used?” I ask her.

“Yeah, but it’s far more entertaining to watch him flex and carry shit upstairs,” Zuri says, and she turns to admire Marshall in his tight blue jeans as he carries the heavy trunk.

There’s a flare of jealousy when I witness how she watches him, the lust that appears there.

I know Marshall is attractive.

More than that, he’s fucking hot.

But having Zuri ogle him so openly has my hackles rising.

“What’s in the trunks?” I ask, hoping to distract her from Marshall’s ass.

“Oh! It’s my newest product. We haven’t launched them yet. This is an exclusive first look.” She says.

Marshall appears at the top of the stairs and begins jogging down. The way his muscles ripple with each step has me drooling.

He picks up the second trunk, repeating the process as we both watch him in silence.

“Yeah. You snagged a good one, girl.” Zuri says.

“Oh. He’s not mine.” I say adamantly.

When Marshall comes back downstairs, there’s a massive smile on his face, and when our gazes connect, there are stars in his eyes.

“You sure about that?” Zuri murmurs, drawing my attention away from Marshall.

“Alright,” Marshall says when he stands before us, clapping his hands together. “What’s next?”

Zuri and I look at each other briefly, her giving me a knowing look.

“Want to help me unpack everything? I’ll let you pick out something as a thank you.” She says with a smirk, never breaking eye contact with me.

“Yeah. Of course.” Marshall replies.

When I look back at him, he’s still smiling at me. There’s a look in his gaze that says there’s trouble on the horizon.

As we turn to go upstairs, Marshall puts his hand on the small of my back, sending warmth through me. Just the slightest of touches has my body heating up, and I can already feel the need building for him.

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