Page 68 of The Prez

She smirks, cocking her hip out. “Well, they just got off Prez’s cock, so I guess it’s best I don’t touch the baby.” A look of triumph flashes on her face as he crosses her arms over her chest.

Ice fills my vein as I look at her, taking in her pretty face and her nice body and feel like I don’t measure up.

But only for a moment. I think about what Raf told me just this morning while we were in bed, his cock rubbing against mine as he jerked us together, whispering how much he couldn’t get enough of me and how much he loved touching me just before he came, his seed marking me. There’s no way he let this woman touch him. I trust him.

Grinning at her, I shake my head. “You must know who I am to say something like that to me.” Her eyebrows dip and she seems to deflate a little. “I willing to bet Raf hasn’t touched you since he started touchingme.” Her eyes turn stormy and I smile wider. “Are you jealous that he wanted to get involved with the help instead of you?”

She scoffs, tossing her long hair over her shoulder. “He’s just playing with you. I’m his favorite and I’ll be his old lady. He doesn’treallylike you. Getting his rocks off with the desperate fatty that’s easily accessible.” My heart thumps at her dig at my weight, but I don’t let it show. “Prez ain’t gay and doesn’t want to walk around town with a fat fuck like you.”

Swallowing down my hurt, I say, “Oh sweetie. The desperation coming off you is embarrassing.”

She growls, opening her mouth to say more harmful things, but a booming voice stops her. “If you say one more thing to my boyfriend,” Raf says, tone brimming with anger, “I will rip your fucking tongue out.” I turn to see Raf striding towards me, eyes flashing. His expression is fierce, jaw clenched tight. He’s never looked so fucking sexy.

He stops beside me, taking Little Raf into his arms whenthe baby reaches for him. He only takes a moment to coo at him, his expression smoothing out, before he turns hard eyes on the woman in front of us.

Now that Raf is here to confront her, her face is pale, her eyes wide and she looks to be trembling slightly.

“Callie, you were just a hole to fuck,” Raf spits at her. “You would never have been my old lady. I don’t know what gave you that idea, but it was never a fucking option. You’ve disrespected me and my property. Get your shit and get the fuck out of here. Don’t ever come back or I’ll toss you out on your fucking ass.”

His property? Is he talking about me? I’m not sure why it’s hot as fuck to be claimed like that. My heart trips over itself in its frantic beating, the arousal at the simple statement almost chasing off the shitty feeling that settled in my chest.

Almost.

Callie squeaks and scurries away, tears leaking from her eyes. I have no sympathy for her.

Raf watches her exit, making sure she leaves. When he’s sure she’s gone, he turns his hard eyes to me. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know I couldn’t visit.”

He blows out a long breath, then rubs a hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I’m not mad at you. I’m just frustrated. I shouldn’t take it out on you.” He bends to give me a soft kiss that has me weak in the knees. “What are you doing here?” His voice is much softer.

“Kit called. I tried to call and text you to let you know but you didn’t answer.”

Raf arranges the babbling baby in his arms and pulls out his phone. He thumbs across the screen and curses. “My phone is dead.” He shows it to me and the screen is black. “I’ll put it on the charger now.”

I nod, but I can’t help the woman’s—Callie’s—words from bouncing around in my head. Especially since I was already thinking about what Kit said to me. It’s like a double whammy.

“Zeke!” Big Raf shouts after he rests Little Raf’s head on his shoulder and covers his other ear so as not to startle him.

The enforcer comes inside from what looks like a garage, wiping his hands on a filthy cloth. “What’s up, Prez?” He walks over and smiles at me. “Hey, First Gentleman. Why the long face?”

I shake my head and try to give him a warbly smile, but I’m sure it comes out as a grimace.

“Where’s Shane? Your hands are filthy,” Raf grunts at Zeke, who only grins back as he murmurs to Little Raf but doesn’t touch him.

The baby holds out his arms for Zeke, which makes him frown. “I can’t hold you. Your uncle said my hands are too dirty. Not like you won’t be tinkering with these bikes in a few years, right?”

Shane appears by his side, taking Little Raf. “Go wash your hands, Enforcer,” he says, bouncing the baby on his hip.

“Whatever you say, Counselor.” Zeke kisses Shane on the forehead, making him blush.

After he straightens Little Raf’s bib and pinches his cheeks, Shane looks over at us. “Want me to keep an eye on him for a bit?”

I open my mouth to say no, but Raf cuts me off. “Yeah. I need to talk to the First Gentleman here.”

Despite my sour mood, I grin over at him. “Is that the official title now?”

He shrugs. “It’s catching on.”

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