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“What’s that?” she asks breathlessly.
“You always liked it when I took charge.” I spank her ass with one good slap. She lets out a yelp, quickly covering her mouth with her hand. “That alpha enough for you?” I walk around her, heading toward the door and call out, “I’ll pick you up tomorrow at eight. Be ready.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
CHELSEA
“I have a date.”
“I’m going on a date.”
“It’s just dinner.”
“It’s going to be ok. Act normal. Just be normal.”
“I’m dating my baby daddy.”
“Who are you talking to?”
I shriek and jump a mile. “Jesus, Adley! Don’t sneak up on me!”
She smirks. “I’ve been standing here for the last five minutes listening to you convince yourself you have a date.” She raises a brow. “With your baby daddy.” She’s eyeing me, waiting for me to explain.
When Adam left yesterday, I hid myself in Dom’s room. We played and I never let him out of my sight. Adley had been at The Roasted Chestnut, where she likes to write. She enjoys people watching, says it gives her good inspiration for her stories. She’s a romance writer and loves love, despite all the bullshit we grew up with, everythingshe’s been through, and even watching me ruin the love I once had.She still believes in the happily ever after.
When she came home, I avoided talking about the heavy shit. I told her how Adam’s parents were more than gracious with me and how they’ve already been texting me, wanting to babysit. If there is anyone I trust with my son, it’s Frank and Janet Casanova.
Why didn’t I come to that conclusion two years ago?
She’s watching me in the mirror. She has this look, like she’s looking right into my soul and can suck out every deep dark secret with one breath. She’s fucking scary.
Billy better be careful what he wishes for,I think to myself and smile.Of anyone, she’d be the one to break him.
“Yes, I have a date. With Adam. Seems his brothers thought it’d be a good idea for him to date his ‘baby momma’.”
Her eyes get a little rounder, a little more seeing. “Oh, those Casanova boys are something else. And he actually listened to them?”
“Well, he did but then bossed me aroundtellingme we were going to go on a date. So, he’s the same old Adam. Still desperately clinging to control everything around him.”
“Sis, you took his control. You’ve always taken his control and I think that’s why you guys battle so much. He loses it with you. You walked out. He couldn’t find you. He couldn’t talk to you. Touch you. Then you show up with his mini-me in tow? Of course, the guy is spiraling.”
She pulls out her phone and begins texting.
“What are you doing?”
She smirks and has a gleam in her eyes. “Texting the girls. We’re going to make sure you’re ready for tonight!”
A little while later, Francesca, Farrah and Britt walk through the front door, bags in hand.
“Whatisall that stuff?” I cry.
“Essentials,” Britt replies. She walks to my counter, pulling out a bottle of vodka and cranberry juice and goes to work making drinks.
“I brought a bunch of dresses I thought you’d like. I didn’t know what you moved back with, and we’re about the same size, so here.”Farrah thrusts forward four different dresses on hangers. “Model them for us and we’ll help you choose.”
“Um, ok…”
“I’ve got your hair and makeup covered,” Chess says as she pulls out a hair straightener and a ton of products.
