Page 3 of Wooed By Daddy

What an asshole.

ChapterOne

Kelly

Eight months later

“You can’t be serious,” I snap as I glare at my so-called best friend.

Sabrina releases a heavy sigh and offers me a small smile. “You need to get out there and start dating, Kelly, it’s been months, and you’ve not so much as looked at another guy.”

It’s been almost eight months since Grant walked into my house and turned my life upside down. Him walking out the way he did hurt me at a time, when I was close to my lowest. He’s called countless times, but I couldn’t bring myself to answer until Christmas day, and I had a weak moment and answered his call. Yet again, I was foolish, I should have known better, Grant made it clear that what happened was a mistake, and he wouldn’t be talking about it ever again. He wanted to apologize. He wanted me to know that he was sorry for taking advantage of me and that it would never happen again.

I press a hand against my bump and feel my little girl kick. Three times I tried to tell Grant on that call at Christmas that I was pregnant, and all three times he cut me off and told me that he wasn’t interested in knowing anything about that night. So I’ve kept it to myself and told him to fuck off and that I wanted nothing more to do with him and ended the call. Me and my child are going to be happy, and we certainly don’t need Grant in our lives.

“Who’s going to want to date a pregnant woman?” Especially one that’s close to their due date.

She shrugs. “You never know, you may find the one. Besides, you don’t look like you’re about ready to pop, at best, you look about six months pregnant. You’re hot, and you’re the sweetest person I know. Any guy would be lucky to go on a date with you.”

I smile at her. God, she’s the freaking best. “I appreciate that, Rina, but I don’t think it’s the best idea.” I’m not really in the mood to go on a blind date.

“Trust me,” she pleads with me. “Tomorrow night you’ll be on a date, and it’ll be fantastic. Breathless Moments have an extremely high success rate.”

I grit my teeth, no matter what I say, Sabrina isn’t going to take no for an answer. “Fine, but if he turns out to be a mass murderer, I’m coming to haunt you.”

She throws her head back and laughs. “Oh, Kelly, he’s not going to kill you. You’ve been watching way too many true crime documentaries.”

I shrug. “Eh, it’s always good to fantasize about the different ways I could get revenge on Ian.”

Her eyes narrow at the mention of my ex-fiance. “Is that asshole still calling you?”

“Unfortunately,” I say through gritted teeth. “It doesn’t matter that I don’t answer his calls, he bombards me with text messages wanting to see me and to work things out.” Something that’ll never happen. I thank God that he has no idea where I live. I couldn’t deal with him turning up all the time.

“Ugh,” she groans. “What are you going to do when he finds out about the baby?”

“It’s got nothing to do with him, he’s not the father, if anything, him discovering I’m pregnant by someone else will make him leave me alone.”

She grins. “You should take a picture and send it to him, show him the bump, he’ll be sure to not contact you again.”

That’s true, but knowing Ian, he’ll have some stupid ass comment to make which will anger me more than he already has.

“So, I’m guessing you’ve already picked my outfit for tomorrow?” I say, wanting to change the subject from Ian. Nothing good comes from it.

She nods. “Of course, I do. I’ll be here to help you get ready,” she says as she bounces on her heels. “Do you know how long it’s been since you’ve been on a date? I finally get to go help you get ready, we get to have that excitement.”

I shake my head. “You mean like I do for you?”

She grins widely at me. “You’re the best, that’s why. But it’s time to repay the favor. Do not deny me this opportunity. It’s every best friend's rite of passage.”

I sigh. “Fine, you can dress me up like a doll.”

She claps her hands and releases a squeal. “I’m so excited,” she cries. “This is going to be so much fun. We’ll have a debrief the next morning, and you can tell me all about it.”

I can’t help but laugh. “There won’t be much to tell,” I say. “I’m pregnant, Rina, nothing is going to happen.”

Rina smiles sweetly at me. I give up, I’m not sure why Sabrina thinks that this date is going to lead me to find Mr. Right, but I know that all it’s going to do is lead to awkward questions and funny looks. But a date is a date, and I can’t back out now that I’ve promised her that I’d go. I’m going to have to suck it up and hope that there’ll be some good food.

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