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“Is Willow there?” I ask, needing to hear my little girl’s voice.
“Of course. Let me just get her. Lexie’s here also, I’ll be right back. Your little munchkin is helping me look after Bella,” she explains with laughter in her voice.
My lips turn up in a genuine smile. It feels like a lifetime since I saw her, and I've been missing her desperately. I was surprisedat how easily I could let go of my anger towards Lexie after her treatment of me. But since the kidnapping, and given her apology, I'm open to seeing where our friendship could go.
“Mommy!” my little girl squeals excitedly, and I can’t help the laughter that escapes me. “I miss you! When will I see you?” my little girl speaks excitedly down the line, and fresh tears slide down my face at the sound of her voice.
“Baby girl. I miss you too. Mommy’s home now,” I hesitate slightly with what I want to ask next, because then it would be final, and if something goes wrong, we both would be stuck here. I bite down on my bottom lip, second guessing myself, but then I charge head first. “Would you like to stay at Ky’s house for a while?”
Maybe I should have checked with Ky first before asking my girl about living in his home, but he didn’t give me any choice in where I was going to stay, so he would have to just suck it up.
After a few minutes of excited chatter, we hang up, having made plans for Ky and I to come by after lunch. I’m left wiping tears from my eyes.
We're caught in an awkward silence, Everleigh clearly wanting to ask me something but hesitant. Just then, Ky bursts in, looking furious. Zoe must have spoken to Chains about my planned visit, and he must’ve then told Ky. His eyes dart from me to Everleigh, then back to me, as though making sure I was okay.
“Thanks for staying with Sera.” He turns to Everleigh, addressing her and completely ignoring me. His voice cold.
“Pops wants you home,” he says, throwing his keys into the fishbowl like thing on the hallway table. Everleigh was having a hard time trying not to show her amusement as she gets to her feet.
But my anger was growing exponentially at his rudeness.
Turning to me, she says, “I’ll be back tomorrow to check on you.” Then, in Ky’s direction, she fires a shot. “You, don’t be an asshole.” Before leaving.
Things were uncomfortably quiet for a beat before I whirled on him.
“Do you always go out of your way to be rude and to make others uncomfortable?” I demand, and he chuckles. A sound which makes my pussy immediately all wet and tingly. I shake my head. No, I’m pissed off at him, I can’t feel this damn undeniable attraction toward him right now.
I refuse to.
But it’s something that’s easier said than done. Especially when he continues to look at me the way he does.
He stalks toward me. “Who do I make uncomfortable, sweetness?” he growls, stopping right in front of me. As he draws near, a wave of nervousness washes over me, making my palms damp, and I quickly wipe them on my sweats.
I jut my chin out. “Everleigh,” I say, to which he only chuckles. Again.
“Everleigh can give it as good as she gets. Try again. Do I make you uncomfortable?” He presses, demanding an answer from me. One I don’t want to give.
Clearing my throat, I force my eyes to stay locked on his.
“Hardly.” I scoff. Hopefully, that will get him to back off.
He gently tucks a lock of hair back from my face, just another reminder at how sweet and gentle he can be.
“I think I do,” he replies cockily, and it’s all I can do not to roll my eyes like a recalcitrant teenager.
“Well, you’d be wrong,” I say, more confidently than what I was actually feeling. Wanting to walk around him, as the closeness of his body was doing strange things to mine. His arm bands around my waist, not letting me move.
“You want me to prove it?” His voice lowers even more, making shivers run up and down my spine, and I force myself to stand still. But feeling the unmistakable bulge pressing against the cheeks of my ass, I try to rip myself from his grasp.
“Let me go,” I demand.
“Is that what you want?” he asks, nuzzling my ear, causing goose pimples to appear all over my arms and body. And I’m sure Ky sees them and knows the words out of my mouth make me a complete liar.
“Yes!” I hiss. His arm suddenly disappears, and I have to hold on to the dining table so as I don’t fall flat on my face. I hate the bereft feeling I have when he moves away.
“I’ll wait outside for you,” he replies flatly, walking to the door. “Then I’ll walk you to Zoe’s house.” Confirming that he knew I’d made plans to see Willow, before he opens the door, and with a small click, it closes behind him.
I collapse on the couch, feeling like a bitch. But I can’t think of his hurt feelings right now. I need to see my little girl, and I probably should tell her the truth of her paternity while I was there. Telling her who her father was, is going to break me, because it had been just the two of us for so long. Which is absolutely ridiculous, I know, because Ky would never try to undermine me as her mother.