Page 37 of Grump Daddy's Baby

He smiles at me, having the time of his life, but it really doesn’t take much. Myles is one of the easiest men to please and his happy-go-lucky demeanor makes it astounding that we’re even friends in the first place. “Thatta boy. I love when you do what I want.”

“You’re allowed one dumb-ass comment an hour, Myles. Watch your shit.”

Myles winks at me, green eyes glimmering with the aftermath of too much liquor and not enough sustenance. “Ah, you love me, chump. Relax.”

“I am relaxed.”

“Not since the smokin’ hot nanny decided to grace you with her presence.”

Okay, so he must really wanna die, because no one said the wordssmokin’orhotwhen I said that I ran into Molly again.

However, I did mention that she was the same woman who was at Olivia’s wedding and the one I replaced for Myles’s dumbass blind date idea.

“I think you’re lookin’ for problems that aren’t there,” I deadpan, lifting my Coors to my lips. “You need something else to do.”

“I think I know my best friend and you’re lookin’ a little deprived.”

I lift a brow. “You sayin’ that I have a hard time gettin’ pussy now?”

Because that’s a dime a dozen if I wanted it.

“No,” he replies slowly. “I’m just sayin’ that you haven’t had any.”

“Says who?”

Myles quirks a curious brow. “Have you?”

I’ve never had someone so concerned about my dick before in my life. He acts as though it’s attached to his body and makes a difference in his life.

“I didn’t know our relationship included late-night phone calls about my last lay,” I claim. “Just so you know, it doesn’t.”

He chuckles at my being a smartass, but he needs to chill. I’m not lacking anything and his so-called worry for my well-being is a bunch of bullshit.

“It can be if you want it to be, or ever change your mind.”

“Pass.”

Myles abandons the empty tequila bottle and swipes up his beer that’s probably warm. “Which one are you hookin’ up with tonight then?”

I inwardly sigh because I’m not banging anyone tonight. It’s not because there’s a shortage of women currently roaming through my house right now half-naked, but just because none have caught my eye.

I see no problem with that.

There doesn’t always need to be time for an opportunity to bang one out.

On the other hand, my best friend does.

The man thinks with his dick at all times and it always needs to be put in use. If the man ever needs to be prescribed Viagra I think he’ll kill himself.

“Who are you deciding to slide your dick into?” I counter instead, turning the focus onto him because we’re not going to continue talking about me.

Myles takes a sip of his beer before smacking his lips. “I was unsure…but there’s this bangin’ fucking redhead that just caught my attention.”

My brows immediately knit as I follow his focus that’s already gone past my shoulders.

And low and fucking behold, it’s Molly.

In this black-silvery dress that barely covers her ass. She looks like a damn model but with black wedge heels that give her a punk-rock vibe. Her long red locks drape down the naked half of her back and she looks like a goddamn emo princess in the middle of my foyer as she makes her way toward the door.

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