Page 67 of Rhet

“Cause everyone else is lame.” Wow, Zeeta that’s some clapback.

“Either way that child goes with Child Protective Services if no one comes for him.”

“Rhet, please, the system is so twisted,” I implore my hands are making small circles on the child’s back. He opens one eye and looks at me. “I’m not keeping a child. He isn’t a pet.”

“Rhet.”

He lifts shoulders. “At this point, I think I’m caring too much. You wouldn’t even leave him to the police.”

I wouldn’t. The only reason I got away with it was because of Rhet and his status.

“You don’t care at all?” I shuffle my feet against the grey carpet.

“Not one fucking bit. The mother is irresponsible, and should be arrested, in my book.” He rocks his legs slowly.

The little boy’s head turns to the other side and he shivers.

“Can I have your jacket to cover him?” I wrap my arms around his to warm him up.

“No. We should have been back at the office hours ago,” He grumbles.

“You really don’t give a fuck about much do you?” I shake my head. He is irritating me.

“Maybe, just maybe, a fuck will sprout out of the floor and I can pluck it and give it to you.”

I stay silent.

“Shit,” Rhet curses and wrestles with his jacket.

The dark blue jacket appears in front of my face. I smile tightly, feeling happy as I take it. I place the jacket over the child.

“Thank you,” I utter. He is back to his original position, shutting the world out.

“About my buddy Cole,”

I chuckle “I may meet him for dinner. He seems like a nice guy.”

“Cole is one of my best friends there is nothing nice about him. He doesn’t want to date you or treat you like a lady.”

I look down at the angel on my lap “I never said I wanna be treated like one. Can I have his card?”

“You keep testing me, Zeeta.”

That mini threat would make a normal person frightened. I’m not normal. His words shoot straight to my clit.

“You are learning to be nice and to care. I said what I said.”

He chuckles. “Nice? I will bend you over that table over there and fuck you and your hair up.”

This shouldn’t excite me. “You better not touch my hair, I just got it done.”

He opens his blue eyes and looks down at my head. He shrugs. “I don’t give a shit. Either way, you and your hair will be fucked. Quit playing with me.”

“It’s never going to happen, Rhet,” I reply more as a reinforcement to myself.

“Oh, it will. Just wait and see.”

RHET

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