Page 140 of From You to Me

His eyes darkened as he mumbled something under his breath. “Strawberry, fetch.” He threw the tennis ball down the hallway. And she immediately ran off to complete her task.

In the next second, he was all over me. “I have to fuck you for that. Maybe you can call me daddy, that might be sexy.”

I rolled my eyes as he placed slow kisses across my collarbone. “Jay, don’t be ridiculous.” I knitted my fingers through his soft locks.

A sudden shrill cut through the apartment followed by Strawberry’s barks, making my heart almost jump out of my chest. “What the fuck was that?” I asked, clutching my heart.

“The doorbell.” He frowned, unwinding himself from me.

“You have a doorbell?” I questioned.

“Of course, I do. Although, no one can actually get on this floor. I’ll go check, I swear it’s Mikey just fucking with me.”

I nodded, as I watched him walk away.

My baby dutifully brought her toy back to me. “You found it.” I clapped as I petted her. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Get the fuck out of here.” I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard Jay’s loud voice echo through the apartment.

Who was it? His voice only got louder and louder as I hurried through the hallway.

“Well, I don’t.” Jay steeled almost slamming the door closed before a palm held it open.

“Please, J.J., we are not here to argue. If you could just spare a few minutes, we’ll be out of your hair, forever,” said a voice I didn’t recognize.

Who the fuck was it?

My question was soon answered as I came to a halt beside Jay. My shocked eyes took in the people standing at the front door.

White. A very broken, desolate-looking White. Gone was her impeccable makeup and always put-together hair and her immaculate dress, she looked worn out in a pair of old jeansand a sweater that wasn’t the color white. Her nose looked a lot better, the swelling and the redness completely gone, and the slight slant at the bridge gave away the proof of my act.

The odd familiarity of the older-looking man beside her struck my mind. It was her father.

Dorian White.

What did they want? And why were they here?

“Evy,” Jay mumbled, sighing as he laced his fingers with mine before he shot a sharp glance their way. “Like I said, I have nothing to say to you. Please leave before I ask security to personally escort you out.”

“J.J.” Mr. Dorian’s eyes cast a helpless look. “Please, we just want to talk. This won’t take long.”

“I don’t think you fucking understand,” Jay thundered.

But I squeezed his hand, trying to calm him down. “It’s okay. They just want to talk.”

“Fine,” Jay bit out. “Come on in.”

A cruel tension slithered through the air as we all settled in the living room.

“So?” Jay questioned, an impatient look creeping over his face.

Mr. Dorian’s eyes flashed to me.

“She stays,” Jay said firmly while he dragged his thumb over the hand that he still hadn’t let go.

I was actually curious about what he had to say.

I was no longer scared, though. In fact, I didn’t feel an ounce of nervousness or fear in her presence because I had my man with me.

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