Page 5 of Wooed By Daddy

“Mr. Greenwood, your date has arrived, may I get you both some drinks?” The server says, pulling my thoughts from Kelly.

I raise my head and look at the man but it’s when I look past him and see the pale faced, wide eyed, Kelly that my chest constricts. “Grant?” she whispers.

Fuck, she looks beautiful. It’s been eight months since I last saw her, and she’s even more gorgeous than I remember. “Hey Kel,” I reply softly.

The server beams at us. “You already know each other, excellent. What can I get you both to drink?”

Kelly takes a seat, her hands shaky, and her face still pale. “Just water for me, please.”

“Whiskey, neat,” I ask him. “How are you doing, Kelly?” I question once the server leaves to get our drinks.

God, seeing her seated in front of me is surreal.

“I’ve been better,” she replies. “Look, Grant. We both know that this is a mistake. You’ve made your feelings on this pretty clear. I think it’s best if I just go.”

I reach for her hand as she starts to rise. My gut clenching. No. That’s not happening. Fuck. I’ve been pushing what I want away for months, hell fucking years and everytime I do, I end up miserable. That’s going to change. I’m going after what I want, and that’s her. “That’s where you’re wrong, baby, you have no idea what I want. Fuck, if you knew, you’d probably run for the exit door.”

She retakes her seat and crosses her arms over her chest. “Funny,” she hisses. “Last time we spoke, you were a fucking asshole, Grant, not much different from the time before that. So tell me, why the hell should I give you the time of day when you couldn’t extend the same courtesy to me while we were talking on the phone?”

I sigh, she’s right. I’ve been a fucking asshole. Before I’m able to speak, our drinks are put down in front of us. “Your starter will be out shortly,” our server beams.

“You’re right, baby, I have been an asshole. There’s no excusing what I’ve done, but fuck, I finally had the woman I’ve dreamed of for years in my arms, and it was more than I could have ever fucking asked for. Then reality hit. You had just lost your mom—”

She raises her hand to stop me. “I lost that a long time ago, Grant, Helen was never maternal, surely you know that.”

I scrub my hand down my face and nod. “She wasn’t. The woman only cared about herself. She only wanted the best for her, no matter what anyone else wanted. What she did to you, Kelly, was unforgivable, and I’m sorry that you went through all that alone. Had I known, I’d have been at your side.”

“Look, what’s happened has happened. But you were right about what you said, nothing can happen between us again.”

Hell fucking no. “You think, baby, that I’m going to walk away from you again? From this?”

She gives me a sad smile. “There’s nothing to walk away from.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” I snarl as I lean in over the table. “You’re all that I fucking think about, Kelly, you’re all that I see. You’re all that I want. I don’t give a fuck what our past was, I want you, and that’s not going to change.”

She sighs as she sits back in her chair. “You hurt me,” she tells me, her eyes flashing with pain. “You hurt me by walking away. You made me feel as though you only fucked me because I’m my mother’s daughter, Grant, and I don’t think that’s something I can forgive.”

I close my eyes as I hear the pain in her voice. I’ve deeply hurt her. “Let me try,” I plead as I reach for her hand. “Let me show you that you’ve never once been her daughter to me. You’ve always been the woman that has my blood pumping and my cock tightening. You only have to walk into a room, Kel, and I’m rock hard and trying my hardest not to pull you into another room so I can show you just how much you make me crazy.”

She swallows hard, tears shine in her eyes. “I tried to tell you something at Christmas, Grant, but you wouldn’t let me.”

I close my fingers around her hand and squeeze gently. “Tell me now, baby, I’m listening.”

She places her other hand on her stomach, my eyes widen as the material of her dress pulls taut against her. It showcases a bump. “You’re pregnant?”

She nods. “I’m eight months,” she tells me, a tear sliding down her face. “It’s yours,” she adds.

I have no doubts that it’s mine. “You’re having my baby?” I ask, pride blooms in my chest. I’ve never thought about having children before, I’m in my forties and never thought that I’d want them, but seeing Kelly’s stomach swollen with my child, makes me fucking proud, and I know that this’ll not be the only one she’s having.

She nods. “I’m having your baby,” she whispers. “You don’t have to be involved, I never wanted you to feel pressured, but I did want you to know. Please don’t feel as though you have to be involved. You can walk away.”

I grit my teeth. She can’t be serious? “I wasn’t walking away from you,” I snarl, pissed that she thinks I’d do that. “What makes you think I’m going to walk away knowing you’re carrying my child?”

She sighs. “Because you didn’t seem to care before. I don’t need you in my life, Grant, I’m more than capable of raising my baby alone.”

“Our baby,” I correct her. “And I never said you weren’t. Not once did I think you wouldn’t be able to raise our baby, Kelly, but baby or not, after tonight, your ass is in bed with me, every fucking night.”

Her eyes flash with indignation. “Woah,” she says as she raises a hand. “That’s not happening. You do not get to walk away from me as though I was a meaningless fuck and then waltz back into my life and get to dictate what happens. That’s not happening. Not now, not ever.”

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