Page 76 of Frenemies

We needed a new place—one that didn’t have memories she felt like she needed to write over. A blank slate we could fill out. Tanner had a place across the lake just as big as mine. Maybe he’d switch? Sam was my past. Naomi was my future—it was time to let go.

‘Take care of her, Chase, and be happy. We love you.’

I knew that would be the last time I heard Sam’s voice, but I wasn’t scared or sad. I was alive.

“Goodbye, Sam,” I whispered and sat back on the bed next to my girl to scroll through my phone for movers and eat my sandwich.

Let me just say there are a lot of fucking movers in Miami and for all kinds of crap. Offices, warehouses, even backyards. What the fuck? Who hired movers specifically for their yard. What the fuck were they gonna do, uproot the trees and replant them?

I let out a sigh and picked up my sandwich. Apparently, this was going to be a process. I was tempted to wake up Naomi and let her handle this shit, but that also led to the risk of getting yelled at for wanting to off her old man, which, despite her love for him, was going to happen.

Don’t get me wrong—I broke the law all the time. We sold drugs and ran guns. Fuck, we even had a few of our own whores, but they all signed up for it. We never forced a woman to do anything she didn’t want to, and we sure as hell didn’t snatch little girls from their rooms.

Know what we did? We killed the assholes that sold them to the bigger assholes. So yes, Naomi’s father was going to die. And there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to stop it.

She might hate me for a bit, but I’d hold her through every stage of her despair even when it got me smacked in the face with a shoe.

Eventually, Naomi would accept the fact that Daddy wasn’t the great guy she thought he was and that taking him out of the world was the right thing to do. In the meantime, I’d just let her sleep.

At least that was my plan until I felt a tug on my arm and looked over at the strangest sight I’d ever seen.

My brow arched at Naomi’s mouth attached to the other end of my sandwich, and then full-on lifted when she snatched it out of my hand and began to devour it like a ravenous beast.

What the actual fuck?

“Uh, Baby. . .?”

“Ugh, grumble,” she muttered around a mouthful of meaty, cheesy goodness.

It was hot as hell watching her. I damn near came when she swept her finger over her chin and pushed some cheese between her lips, but . . . what the fuck?

I did not just have my food stolen by Naomi fucking Prescott—I was being punked. That was the only explanation. There were cameras all around the room, and any minute now, Ashton Kutcher would jump out and laugh his pretty boy ass off. That’s the only thing that made sense.

Shit got even weirder when she finished eating and burst into tears.

“That was so good,” she sobbed. “Why didn’t you bring me a pickle?”

A pickle?

“What the fuck? Are you pre–”

I choked on my own words. There was no way, was there? If I knocked her up before I left and she was anything like Sam, then now would be around the time that crazy emotional crap would kick in, but I’d like to think she would tell me something like that.

Unless she doesn’t know?

My hand flattened on her stomach. There was definitely a little bump there. Could it really be a baby? I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across my face.

My dick hardened just thinking about her belly swelling with my seed. I wanted to fuck her right now. Drive my dick so deep inside her that she’d be screaming my name for the next year.

“Why are you touching me instead of getting me a pickle?”

Right, I should probably point this out to her first.

“You want a pickle, baby? I will get you all the motherfucking pickles in the world, but first, I need you to answer a question for me.” I grabbed her hands and looked deep into her eyes. “When’s the last time you got your period?”

Naomi’s lip curled, and she reared back like I’d just slapped her in the face. “Eww, I am not talking to you about that.”

I closed my eyes and prayed for the strength to deal with this woman. “Just hear me out for a second. You just ate my sandwich in like twenty seconds.”

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