Page 102 of Unravelling The Beast

I help him and then sink back on the couch, arms stretched across my back, and gaze up at the towering ceiling, lost in thought about how to deal with this situation—a situation I didn’t think I would find myself in.

"Okay, little man, I've got all your paints, some paper, and newspaper, so we don't make too much of a mess!"

I raise my head when I hear her voice and she takes a seat on the white fur rug, crossing her legs at the huge marble coffee table alongside Cree before she lays newspaper all over it, then prepares his paint.

"I'm going to paint a train!"

They exchange big smiles before Wren responds.

"I can hardly wait to see it! What color is it going to be?"

"Green!"

I watch them paint and bond for a while, and it reminds me of why I hired her in the first place: she's so fucking good with him.

"Maybe Daddy can paint something?"

My gaze is drawn away from Cree to Wren as soon as she speaks, and she gives me a mischievous grin that makes my cock twitch in my tight jeans, and I just want to fuck that sexy grin off her face.

"Please, Daddy, paint something! Oh, please, please!"

They both look at me intently, waiting for me to do something, so I groan and reach forward, grabbing a couple of pieces of paper, a paintbrush, a small pallet of paint and a pen.

I gaze down and work on two pieces of art, one for Cree and one for Wren, and after a while, just as I'm about to finish, Cree leaps to his feet and shows off his painting with a big, proud smile.

"Look, it's the train from when we went to the railway station together!"

Wren reacts in amazement.

"That's fantastic, Cree!Excellent work!"

When she says that, he hands her the painting.

"It's for you, Wren."

Her eyes soften, and I watch as her heart melts before my fucking eyes, her palm on her chest and her plump lips pouting, as if she's about to cry.

"Thank you very much, Cree. This is going up in my bedroom!"

"You're welcome; can I see yours?"

She stares down at her painting slyly, and I know it's going to be a fucking mess.

When she holds it up for us to see, she covers her flushed cheeks behind it, and I suppress a laugh.

"Wow! That’s good!"

She peers out from behind it before lowering it and she gives Cree a big smile since he praised her.

When her focus shifts to me, she immediately notices I'm amused by the disaster she just created, and she narrows her eyes.

"Shall we look at yours now, Daddy?"

Her gorgeous brown eyes glimmer with amusement, but I confidently lean over and set my masterpiece painting of a steam train on the coffee table in front of them, and as I recline, they both gasp in admiration.

"Wow, Daddy! Can I keep it?"

I nod and give him a small smile.

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