Page 104 of Grump Daddy's Baby

And there’s never going to be a time when I don’t turn around and search for Kai, or a moment when I’ll ever forget he existed either.

“I guess it depends on if you have that blonde over again,” I reply sweetly. “And she’s trying to conjure up some boxing conversation that she knows nothing about.”

“And if I do?”

My fingers clench around the phone because, pregnant or not, I will have some very hostile reactions if the blonde thinks she’s going to make a move while I’m not there. “You’re used to seeing blood, right?”

“You gonna make her bleed, sweetheart?” I swear I can hear the smile in his voice when he asks it and I’m proud to have put it there.

“Has she touched you, Kai?”

“I don’t think she has,” he claims unexcitedly. “But I’ve been preoccupied.”

By me.

And, as much as I would love to dive deeper into that, my mind will not shut down the fact that the blonde isnotthere.

This is all fake—I know this. My brain is aware of it, and I started this little roleplay venture like I thought it was going to be a good idea.

However, the way he’s playing along like she’s sitting right next to him while we’re talking about it is starting to make me think otherwise.

Like,crazy in the head, something is wrong with mepondering about it. I’ve never been the super jealous type but this baby has me on a power trip like no other. Everything I’ve claimed is like one of the Seven Wonders. If someone touches it, all hell is going to break loose and the ground is going to open up to swallow them or something.

Wow. You really think you hold that much power?

“The only females that should be there since I left, Kai Wolfe, are the little ones I watch,” I emit tonelessly. “Tell Myles to keep his friends at home at all times.”

“I don’t think there’s anyone here to enforce that rule.”

I think he wants to die too.

Chill out, oh my god.

“Don’t worry,” I say with a sinister little smirk on my face. “There will be soon.”

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KAI

“Thenletmeproveyou right, because we both know that’s what’s going to happen here.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“Kai…I’m not fucking around here.”

“I see that.”

“Am I beating a dead horse at this point? Because I can be begging someone else for a job, if I am.”

“Fuck this up for me…and I’ll have your ass, Molly. You start Thursday.”

I’ll never forget the day she showed up at my house and practically demanded this job. How hesitant I was to open my house to her because of how much I had craved her before.

Staring at my ’71 Malibu—the car I was working on when she waltzed unexpectedly back into my life—I remember the strapless white dress she wore with blue flowers on it. That curly red hair that draped down her tanned shoulders and across her collarbone.

She was everything that I wished to devour then, and I still do.

Except shit hit the fan, and I warned her I wasn’t the best to live with. I haven’t needed to answer to anyone but Olivia all those years ago, and I refused to open myself up for another headache.

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