Page 58 of Broken Prince
“Yeah?” I ask over my shoulder.
“Good luck at the game this week.” She gives me a flirty smile. “I’ll be there cheering you on.” She winks.
Rachel is on the college cheerleading team, right alongside Stacy.
“Does your best friend know you fucked her baby daddy?” I ask her bluntly.
Her face falls. “W-what?” she stutters, face paling.
“Stacy. Does she know we fucked? Because I don’t think she would be too happy to find out we did. And that you’ve been trying to have a repeat. She’s made it all too damn clear how she feels about me. And while we are not together, have never been together, and never will be together, I don’t want the drama that she loves to cause. You are my son’s daycare teacher. That’s all you are to me, all you will ever be.”
She huffs, crossing her arms and shooting me a glare. “You think so highly about yourself, Logan. I was just being friendly. I don’t want anything to do with you.”
“Oh, really?” I turn to face her. “So, you sending me photos of your tits without my permission was you just being friendly?”
Her cheeks turn pink. “That was a mistake. I meant to send them to someone else.”
“Yeah, sure.” I sigh. “Look, I already have your crazy-ass best friend trying to fuck up my life, I don’t need any extra drama.”
“Fuck you, Logan,” she sneers. I’ve tried to be nice enough to her because she works at the only daycare in town, and while I might not like her, she is amazing with the kids.
But it doesn’t change the fact that she’s one of the girls who has made Winter’s life a living hell.
“Oh, and if you want to avoid drama, I’d stop fucking your stepsister.” She cocks a brow, giving me a sinister grin.
“What the hell are you going on about?” My brows furrow.
“Just remember, Logan, Stacy knows everything that goes on in this town, especially when it comes to you and her son.”
I’m about to ask what the fuck she means by that when Benny starts crying.
With an annoyed huff, I take Benny outside to the car.
“I know, buddy. Just need to get you home,” I try to soothe him as he continues to cry. “What's wrong?” I kiss his little cheek. “You still hungry?”
I place his stuff inside the car and lift him up to smell if he needs a change, but he seems fine.
“What's wrong with my little dude?” Justin asks as he approaches the car.
“Not sure,” I grunt, bouncing Benny in my arms. “He just started fussing.”
“Come here.” Justin takes him from me. “Uncle Jay will make everything better.”
Benny continues to scream his head off, his little face going red. I’m starting to panic. Is he sick? Is he in pain?
“What's wrong?” Justin asks him. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” Then Benny pukes all over the front of Justin’s shirt. “Oh my god. Gross. Dude, take him.” Justin holds him out to me at arm’s length, trying not to gag.
My heart starts to race as I go into panic mode. Benny is crying, Justin is gagging, and I don’t have any clue what I should do.
Grabbing Benny, I rush over to the bag and grab the pack of wipes. “Here.” I toss them to Justin.
He grabs them and starts to pull them out of the package, cleaning himself off frantically.
People are starting to stare now, shooting me judgy looks.
“Shhh. It’s okay.” I pat Benny’s back while rocking him. I’m already so stressed over today, over Stacy, over everything. I feel like I’m losing my mind. I’m not sure how to handle this. Benny hardly ever cries. He’s normally an easy baby.
“I got him.” Her voice sends a rush of relief through me, cutting through my panic. Delaney seems to appear out of nowhere and takes a screaming Benny from my arms. “Hey there, little man.”