Page 31 of Rejected Pretend Mate

"Oh shit," Ashley said, looking stunned. "Like actually punched him?"

"Another kid was picking on him and Miles here," Laura glanced at him before looking back at us. "Told him to punch the kid if he continued. Because that's the style of parenting we are doing now."

Miles shrugged. "He deserved it. If he didn't want to get his ass beat, he shouldn't bully."

Laura turned to Miles. "We should not be teaching our son to punch people. He can't do that when he gets older."

Miles scowled. "Laura, he shoved Micheal into a locker. He deserved it. And he hasn't bothered him since. I think we can say a lesson was learned."

I shook my head. "So, you guys had to get him at school? And the assistant wasn't nice?"

Laura nodded. "Yeah, and the assistant was just a bitch. I mean full ass chewing my ass out."

"Wow," Ashley snorted. "You must really not like her to speak like that."

"She told me that I needed to do a better job at teaching my child what was right and wrong. Miles had to restrain me from punching her. Mind you, my son has never gotten in trouble. I would understand if this was his tenth time in the office, but it was his first. She clearly just an unhappy, cranky bitch that needs to retire."

Miles smirked. "And everyone thinks I'm the problem in this relationship." He pulled Laura close, kissing the top of her head.

Laura sighed. "Everything was fine. We spoke with the principal, but that assistant needs to be done. I've heard she's not nice, and kids hate her. You'd be a much better fit."

I glanced at April, who just looked shocked by the story. I pulled her closer, wrapping my fingers around hers. I was happy she was working and that she enjoyed her job. She was finding something else to do besides being at home.

"Comfortable?" I whispered to her.

She nodded, resting her head against my shoulder. "I am. It's nice and calm tonight." I felt her other hand reach up, rubbing down my chest. It sent a shiver down my spine, and I looked back towards the ground, trying to act like it didn't bother me.

"How is that fundraiser going with Wendy?" Riley asked Ashley.

"I need to move around," Cayden said, getting up and stretching his arms out.

"Game?" Owen asked as he got up. Cayden nodded, looking towards me. "Want in?"

I shook my head. "Maybe in a bit." I wanted to enjoy this closeness I had.

Cayden shrugged, and they moved over toward the dartboard in the back. April rested her hand on my thigh, and my cock jerked. I glanced at her, but she wasn't looking at me. She was talking with the girls like her hand wasn't just a few inches from my dick.

I knew tonight we were putting on a show, but if she wasn't careful, we were going to have a problem on our hands. When we had sex the other night, I knew emotions took over more than anything. I had wanted her so badly I didn't even think about the aftermath. And I just figured she was using it as tension release. We had been talking about it just seconds before we bounced each other's bones.

After a while, it was getting late, so we headed home. April sat in the passenger seat with her window rolled down, taking the wind. She looked happy.

"Did you have a good time?" I asked, tempted to take her hand.

She looked at me, nodding her head. "Yeah, I did. I think I drank a little more than I should have."

I glanced at her, confused, as I got to a stop sign. "You're not drunk, so why is that a problem?"

She shrugged. "It was with Ivan."

I ground my teeth together at his name.

She looked back outside the window. "He always said it wasn't ladylike to drink. Would get so mad if I had a drink when we went out."

I pulled the truck forward, exhaling slowly. "There is nothing wrong with having a drink and enjoying yourself, April. I hope you know that."

She nodded. "I knew there were a lot of things that I did that were fine but unforgivable to the pack."

"Like what?

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