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“Didn’t know you had a penthouse?” I turned around to face him.
He had a checkered washcloth thrown over his shoulder, and the sleeves on his shirt creased in the middle of his forearms.
“I didn’t. I bought it on the flight over.” His lips curled into a smile, and before he could say anything else, a loud ring caught his attention.
I told myself I didn’t want to be a charity case but couldn’t deny how safe I felt being taken care of. Samantha was great. She did everything she could to make me feel safe and supported but having Jaimie take me into his arms was nothing I had ever felt before, and it felt so good.
CHAPTER5
Jaimie
I thoughtshe wouldn’t come. I arrived at her friend’s doorstep, demanding that she drop everything and come live with me. I knew she could take care of herself; she was smart and could stand on her own two feet, but I wanted her here with me, not just because she was pregnant but because I needed her and wanted her.
It wouldn’t have mattered if she wasn’t pregnant. I would have arrived on her doorstep anyway, and I would have still demanded that she come with me. I watched as she roamed through the penthouse, her eyes were wide, and her fingers grazed every surface. It was a nice penthouse, except I hated the furniture. Even with a full-grown bump, she still managed to maintain her voluptuous curves.
Her ass and hips were a delicious site, and I could feel the bulge rising in my jeans. She let me taste her in the car; it was a sweet treat, something to tie me over until I could take her how I wanted. She thinks I’m unprepared for her and this baby, but once I sobered up on the flight over, I read every single of those baby 101 books, and once I was done with those, Ian handed me his tablet.
Four books and five online articles later, I was confident that I could handle anything Remy threw at me. I made a list of everything she would need. I only wanted the best for her andmybaby, which meant ordering things online that would take a couple of days to come. The smell of Cajun seasoned chicken and garlic potatoes seeped throughout the penthouse. I called Ian on the ride over. I wanted her to have a decent meal the first night inourpenthouse. The smells led her toward the kitchen, and her bump peeked from around the corner.
“Hope you have an appetite,” I said as I let the knife slide through the stalk of lettuce below my fingers. She pressed her palms on top of the granite kitchen island as she tried to take a peek. Her tongue slid across her plump bottom lip, and I nearly lost my shit.
“I’m not really into salads,” she said as her attention diverted to the vibrating phone in her jacket pocket.
I didn’t care if she didn’t like salads; she was still going to eat them. When I glanced around the inside of her bus, there were empty boxes and bags of unhealthy snacks piled in the trash, and I refused to let her eat that shit on my watch.
“We’ll eat in a few,” I said as I arranged two plates on the island.
She winced and slammed her phone down. “Bathroom,” she said as she limped away back into the hallway.
I watched as her ass bounced like a slinky in her dress, and my urge grew stronger the longer my gaze lingered on her ripe peach. Then a wave of anger hit me like a ton of bricks as I eyed her wrapped ankle. She would have never fallen off her bus if I had of been there to protect her. Once she was out of sight I returned my attention to the salad and made a silent vow to myself that I would never let her out of my sight again. Her phone vibrated violently against the granite top. I ignored it, and then the screen re-lit with a text.
Cody: Hey, sorry I left in a hurry the other day. I don’t really like hospitals. Anyway, can you call me? I need to know if the babies are mine.
I could taste alkaline on the tip of my tongue as I re-read the text over and over. My eyes scanned it, taking in every word until the screen went dark. I was biting down on my tongue so hard I was making it bleed.Who the fuck was Cody, and why does he have anything to do with my babies?
I could hear the bathroom door open, and when Remy stepped into the kitchen, my blood began to boil. She knew I was angry; I didn’t need to say a word. Her lips parted and then closed; her eyes glided to her phone as it vibrated once more on the island. She tiptoed over toward me as if she was walking on eggshells trying not to crack any.
A gasp escaped her lips as her eyes slid across to her phone. She knew right then why I was pissed, and her eyes glided back to the kitchen island. She couldn’t even look at me, and quite frantically, I wanted to know who this Cody was so I could smash his brain in for touching what was mine.
“Jaimie?” she asked with a quiver in her voice.
I wiped my hands on my checkered towel and returned my attention to the plates full of food. A beat of silence passed between us, and when I met her gaze again, my eyes locked on her cute little pout before trailing down and landing on her big belly.
Those pretty brown eyes and rosy cheeks could end me this minute, and she didn’t even know it. A small whimper escaped her soft lips, and I bit back a low growl. She was the only person who was able to keep me calm, all while making me lose my shit at the same time. I raised the high ball glass to my lips and took a sip, all while keeping my eyes glued to hers.
“Daddy,” I said as I set the glass back down on the counter. “You call me Daddy and only Daddy.”
Her mouth fell open and then closed as she processed my words.So fucking cute.I loaded both plates, making sure to put an extra serving of vegetables on hers, and proceeded to the kitchen table overlooking the Stonebridge skyline. She followed close behind, and I placed her plate next to mine.
“Jaimie– I mean Daddy. Um…”
“Open,” I said as I waved a fork with broccoli dangling from the edge in front of her lips.
Her lips formed into that cute little fucking pout, and her brows knitted.
“I don’t like broccoli.” She said before folding her arms across her chest.
Words lingered on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them back down at the promise of me giving her a good spanking if she didn’t eat her vegetables.
