Page 39 of Grump Daddy's Baby

“No,” Myles shamelessly replies. “Bring your friends. I can promise them a good time.”

“I live here,” she counters. “Going out is fun.”

“Going out can be expensive.” He slides his arm off me and takes a step forward to make his point. “And I have so much liquor here I could supply the neighborhood. And it’s free.”

She sighs and brings a hand to her temple. “Name something else that’s going to make me stay because hangin’ out with a bunch of dudes drinking doesn’t seem like my idea of fun.”

“Then what was the whole point of going out anyway?” I ask before snapping my fingers. “Ah, that’s right, you have a few boyfriends.”

Myles lets out a bark of laughter and claps his hands once together. “Boyfriends…I love this. I think I found my match.”

“I don’t think you have,” she returns, unamused, and I can’t help the smile that wants to creep up my lips.

“Girl, bet,” Myles returns. “I want to see if you can give me a run for my money.”

Alright, that’s enough.

“Relax, buddy,” I order, gripping his shoulder and giving it a harder-than-necessary squeeze. “Let the girl leave the house.”

“How much money?” Molly hedges, propping a hand on her hip. “Because Lord knows this girl could use it and, you’re right…the liquor is free here.”

“The bet I have going on in my head, Molly…” Myles whistles and shakes his head. “Is not for a young lady’s ears.”

“Yet, I’m listening.”

I’m going to kill my best friend if he even insinuates fucking her tonight.

“I bet I can get you in bed tonight.”

I inwardly sigh.

We had a good run…

“I’ll take that,” Molly says confidently, removing her small purse from her shoulder. “Let me go put this back upstairs and I’ll meet you out back?”

Myles nods. “Abso-fucking-lutely.” Molly begins to make her way back to the stairs to get to the second floor when I smack Myles in the back of the head. “Ouch, what?”

He brings his palm to where I hit him and turns around to look at me.

“You’renotfucking my nanny,” I leer. “No universe permits it.”

“Really?” he asks, but it doesn’t really sound like he’s asking. “Because I thought it was you that made all the rules.”

“Bingo.”

“I’m not going to fuck her,” he claims seriously. “It was just to get her to stay.”

“Bullshit.”

Myles smirks at me. “C’mon, buddy…it’s my birthday.”

“I don’t give a fuck if you’re dying,” I grumble out. “The answer is still no.”

My best friend rolls his eyes at me and blows out a heavy exhale. “You’re an asshole.”

“Then go find another best friend.”

“Did you tap that?” My glare must speak for itself because Myles appears disappointed and not surprised. “Can’t say I blame you.”

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