Page 122 of Blinded By Hate

“What? I’m just saying the truth. He’s not Junior’s father so Junior isn’t his responsibility. I’m allowing him to hang out with my son since you and I will be busy.”

My hand clenches around my bag. “Brandon, can you wait in the car for us?” I say, keeping my voice calm while glaring at Hayden. Brandon gets into the Escalade before I go off. “What the fuck is wrong with you Hayden? Brandon’s my friend and he doesn’t deserve your stupid jealousy.”

Hayden walks closer to me until we’re about a foot away from each other. “I told you, I’m not jealous. I can’t be jealous of someone when they have nothing I want. You and Junior are mine so I’m making sure he knows his fucking place with you two,” Hayden says.

“Brandon is Junior’s friend. He will be coming over still and hanging out. You can’t just stop someone who is important to Junior from coming over and showing Junior love. I’ll let whoever loves Junior around him because that’s all that matters. So tone down the protective bullshit and quit the attitude.”

Next thing I know, Hayden’s hand slides onto me to hold the side of my throat, gripping it. Not tight enough to make me scared because I could never be scared of Hayden.

But tight enough to know who’s in control here.

“I’m not the one who keeps fucking lying and hiding things. I’ll make you a deal. You start telling me shit and stop hiding things that I should know from me, and I’ll back off on that piece of shit in the car.”

I push Hayden’s chest and move past him to go to the car.

Fuck him.

“So I know I’ve spoken with you, Ms. King, about Junior a few times but this is the first time I'm meeting you, Mr. Night,” Junior’s teacher, Ms. Johnson says.

The entire car ride here was spent in silence. I sat in between Hayden and Brandon so that there wouldn’t be any chances of Hayden nagging Brandon.

Brandon knows how to take care of himself but I just don’t like the fact that he has to when Hayden is acting like a child. When we got to the school, Brandon went to get Junior while Hayden and I walked to his class in silence.

Now we’re here. Sitting in two tiny desks with our son's teacher in front of us.

“Yea, Junior asked me to come and I know he’s a good kid from what I’ve learned. I just want the chance to meet the teacher properly.”

“I would have never thought you’d be a single dad, Mr. Night. I mean the fights and everything must be hard and a lot of work for a man like you,” Ms. Johnson says with a small smile.

I raise an eyebrow and that green monster slowly rises as I stare at her.

What’s with that tone and those comments?

Is she serious?

Right in front of me?

And she’s making it seem like I’m not here and Hayden’s doing all the work.

I swear I’m going to smash this bitch’s head-

“I’m not single Ms. Johnson. But I appreciate the concern,” Hayden replies politely.

I look at him and raise an eyebrow.

Since when did we decide we were together?

“Please, call me Robin.” Ms. Johnson smiles sweetly at him. Doesn’t she have a damn boyfriend? Why does she have to flirt and talk like that to Hayden when she already has someone at home. As if Hayden could sense me getting pissed off and starting to overthink, his hand covers mine under the table as he stares at Ms. Johnson. “Well let’s get started shall we? Junior is a spectacular kid. I mean knowing who his father is now, I know why. I must say your fights are impressive.”

I bite my bottom lip to keep from saying something because I swear I’m about to go off on her.

Why the fuck is she being so unprofessional all of a sudden?

Hayden is just a fucking fighter, not the Bachelor from season one of The Bachelor.

She is prettier than me anyways.

I mean look at her and those curves.