Page 5 of Marrying My Ex's Dad

She shakes her head. “No. I think you’re just right for me.” That brings a smile to my face. “Anyway, back to Dad and Bailey. I told them I was staying with a friend for a few days.” She flutters her eyelashes at me. “Am I staying with a friend for a few days?”

“You are staying with a friend for a the next forty or fifty years.”

She blushes. “Hmmm. Okay. So, if I’m staying with you, tell me more about you.” I tell her about my club and some of my other business ventures. This is just my latest. I have a lot of them, andI’ve been pretty damned successful. I have more money than I could possibly spend in my lifetime.

Most women’s eyes light up with dollar signs when I talk about my businesses. Celeste is different. She just seems interested in learning more about me. Even if she was after my money, I wouldn’t care. I would happily hand it all over to her if it meant keeping her forever.

“What about your parents?”

“My parents died several years ago. They had me when they were much older. I was an only child. They were great.”

“I’m so sorry, Nathan,” she says, squeezing my hand. “Oh, my god. I just realized I don’t even know your last name. That makes me sound so slutty.”

I put my hand over hers, stroking it gently. “You are not slutty, sweetheart. At least, not with anyone but me.” She blushes. “And it’s St. James. Nathan St. James.” The color immediately drains from her face. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

She has her hand clasped over her mouth. “Oh, god. Are you related to John St. James?”

I nod. “Yes, he’s my son. Why? How do you know him?” She lays her head down on the table, mumbling something. “Sweetheart, you have to speak up.”

She looks up at me. “John is the guy I was out with the other night. Oh, god. You must think I’m terrible! I swear I had noidea! Oh, jeez! I went out with John, then slept with his father a few days later.” She puts her head back on the table.

I laugh. “I believe you, sweetheart. It’s fine, though I’d like to beat the shit out of my son for treating you like he did. Then again, it has worked out pretty well for me, so I can’t be too upset.”

She raises her head slightly to look at me. “You are taking this really well.”

“I don’t know how else to take it. Did he ever try anything with you?” I ask, balling my hands into fists. I hate to beat my son up, but if he laid a hand on Celeste, I might not have a choice.

“No. We never even held hands. That was our first and last date.”

I nod my head. “Sadly, John and I are not close and spend very little time together. He was the result of a one-night stand. I didn’t even know about him until a few years ago when he showed up on my doorstep to meet me. I’ve tried to form some sort of relationship with him, but he harbors a lot of resentment toward me. Not to mention, he’s been spoiled rotten by his mother. Don’t worry, sweetheart. He won’t come between us. I’m hardly going to choose him over you. You are mine, Celeste. I’m never letting you go.”

She shivers. “I know I should be freaked out when you say things like that, but I’m not. It excites me. Do you think we can have dessert now?”

I nod, surprised at the sudden change in subject. “Sure. What would you like? They have a great tiramisu or carrot cake.” I lookup to see her shaking her head. “What, sweetheart? What do you want?”

“You. I want you for dessert,” she says, reaching over to squeeze my cock.

“Check!” I yell. The bill is paid in moments. I practically drag Celeste from the restaurant, making her laugh. “Just wait till I get you home, sweetheart.”

“Mmmm. Can’t wait.”

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I make the drive home faster than ever. It takes everything I have not to pull over and have my way with Celeste on the side of the road. As soon as we pull into the garage, I go around to her side and pick her up, carrying her bridal style into the house.

“Why are you carrying me?”

“It’s good practice.”

“For what?” she asks, clearly confused. She’ll find out my intentions soon enough. I set her down. “Oh, wow! This place is gorgeous, Nathan!”

I look around the room, trying to see it through her eyes. Soaring vaulted wood ceilings, floor to ceiling rock fireplace, cozy sofas, and a massive flat screen tv. It’s all one gigantic great room. The kitchen is huge, with an island in the middle that seats six. I’m glad she likes it. She’ll be able to change whatever she wants soon enough, though.

“Where is your Christmas tree?”

“I don’t have one.”

She looks at me with shock. You’d think she just found out I murdered someone.

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