Page 192 of Unravelling The Beast

"Hm, perhaps we could go to the park?"

He smiles with delight with lit-up eyes and Arlo speaks.

"Let's get you some breakfast first."

Arlo jumps out of bed and lifts Cree to carry him downstairs and as I watch them leave, I prop up on my elbows.

When they’re no longer in sight, I fall on my back and stare into space for some time before throwing off the duvet and swinging my legs over the side of thebed, heading for a shower.

When I get out of the shower, I put on some high waisted jeans, a white crop top and white sneakers. I'm staring in the mirror when my phone pings on the bed with a notification. When I glance down at it, my brows furrow, and when I pick it up, my eyes widen.

"What the fuck."

As I stare at it in disbelief, Arlo strides in, and my eyes catch his instantly, and I narrow them as I hold my phone up.

"What in the hell is this?"

He closes the gap between us before focusing his eyes on the notification. When he takes a step back, his eyes meet mine and he raises an eyebrow before shrugging his broad shoulders casually..

"It's your fucking salary; what the hell else would it be?"

I speak through clenched teeth.

"It's three times my salary, Arlo!"

He lifts his brow, seemingly unbothered by the vast amount.

"So?"

I purse my lips before tossing my phone on the bed.

"I don't want it."

"And why the fuck not?"

When my eyes return to his, I narrow them once again.

"Don't you think we're past the whole nanny and boss thing, Arlo? I don't want to get paid to take care of Cree!"

Before he speaks calmly, his eyes examine my angry expression.

"You're keeping the fucking money; it's what you deserve, and you earned it."

In confusion, I pull my head back.

"How in the world did I deserve it, Arlo?I've barely been there for him; I don't deserve it, and, as I already stated, I don't want to be paid to look after him anymore; I enjoy it."

He observes me again, histongue piercing gliding along his bottom lip as it always does when he thinks and when he's through, he narrows his eyes and elevates his chin.

"Come the fuck here and tell me you don't fucking deserve it."

I stiffen up as a result of his cold tone, struggling to get any words out before he suddenly raises his voice.

"Now!"

My body jerks forward in response to his dominance, and I shift forward until I'm right in front of him, peering up at him through my lashes.

"Go on, then."

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