“He fucking doesn’t,” I growled. She blinked but didn’t speak, and I sighed. “He’s my brother’s kid. Maria. The woman at the door is his mom,” I explained.
Don’t go comparing that fucker to me, why the fuck did she think that?I knew it was just my ego and the memory of that one night that didn’t want me to be compared to him. Even if there were some similarities, which I doubted, I didn’t want my woman pointing that shit out.
“You don’t like him?” She asked curiously. I gave her a cold glare.
“Nah, we’re cool.” She didn’t speak after that, and I felt fucking guilty.I swear, this is fucking rough.We entered the dining room, and Kataleya smiled seeing us.
“Mama, look! We having pancakes,” Skyla said, stabbing a pancake viciously
“Oh, they look lovely,” Kiara said, walking over to her and giving her a peck on the forehead. “Hey, Kat.” Kataleya smiled. Kiara gave her a hug and kiss before taking a seat next to her.
“Good morning, Mama, good morning, Daddy,” Kataleya greeted, smiling at us both.
“Morning, angel,” I said, ruffling their hair before I sat down opposite my three girls.
“Mama, I put Nutella on my pancake and Skyla had maple syrup,” Kat explained quietly.
“Oh, they look so yummy,” Kiara smiled, looking much more relaxed than she did when we were alone.
“I love syrup. Shall I tell you what syrup is made out of?” Skyla smirked, her green eyes glinting, and I knew for a fact that whatever she was going to say was going to be fucking twisted.
“Sure, enlighten us,” I said, taking a gulp of my coffee.
“It’s the blood of aliens,” she whispered loudly, holding a square of pancake up and letting the maple drip onto her plate.
“Eeee!” Kataleya shuddered, giggling a little.
“I think it’s more like melted gold,” Kiara added. Skyla shook her head.
“No, no, it’s blood,” she said in a hushed sinister voice. The kid was fucking psychotic but guess so was I. Kiara smiled, and our eyes met. Her heart skipped a beat before she looked away.
Yeah, it still hurt like a bitch.
A short whilelater, Elijah was about to leave. Kiara was in the living room playing a game of monopoly withDel, Maria, and the kids. I had filled Maria in about Kiara’s situation along with Darien and Serena.
“What’s the issue between you and Ken-fucking-Arden?” I asked glancing at the dickhead. Elijah frowned.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“I want to know,” I said as Rayhan tilted his head looking at us.
We were all standing near the car Elijah would drive back. Darien had been the one to bring the car. He, too, remained silent, watching Elijah. We all wanted to know, and Elijah’s reaction was only making me more intrigued.
“It’s in the past,” Elijah replied, irritation clear in his tone.
“Not if you can’t get over it,” I remarked, smoking my cigarette as Elijah got into the driver’s seat of the Range Rover. I had lost count of how many cigarettes I’d been through since morning. Elijah gave me a scathing glare as he shoved his hands into his pockets.
“No.”
“The fucker tried to get me to agree to tie my girls with his fuckers. In a fucking alliance. I don’t need him or that fucking alliance, not sure what the fuck he considers himself. So, for him to have the fucking cheek makes me wonder what he did to piss the shit out of you,” I growled, my hand on the car door. Elijah’s eyes flashed, and he shook his head before exhaling.
“That’s crazy…” he sighed. “You’re fucking pushy.”
“I fucking know,” I retorted, knowing I had won.
“I don’t know if you remember, but I once saved Raf’s life…”
A silence fell over us as both Rayhan and I nodded. Raf had mentioned it many times but never told the story behind it. I never asked because I was never fucking interested.
