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Despite his objections to me forming a relationship with Gwen at the beginning, he hasn’t commented on it lately.
But I’m not sure if that means he’s come to terms with it or not.
“Let her stay the night,” he whispers in a low, deep voice. “If Nate comes to pick her up, she won’t be able to go back to sleep.”
“Are you leaving?” Despite my joy at having Gwen by my side, I can’t help the pang of disappointment of losing him.
“Either that or the cock-blocker will find out.” He raises a brow. “Besides, didn’t you say I’m so evil?”
“You know you are.”
He smiles and bends down to kiss Gwen’s forehead. “Sweet dreams, Angel.”
“Mmm, night, Daddy,” she mumbles in her sleep, and I swear my chest is about to rip open from how full it feels.
She told me about her sleep talking, but to actually witness it is a completely different experience.
The fact that even though Kingsley is a bit mad at her but still treats her like his precious princess is also another heartwarming experience.
He has a firm, protective side that I’ve never seen on any other man. I wonder what I would’ve become if I’d had a loving father figure like him.
I expect him to pull away, but he captures my lips in a slow, passionate kiss that rattles me to the bones.
“Dream of me, sweetheart.”
And then he’s out the door, carrying a piece of my heart.
23
KINGSLEY
My fingers tighten on my briefcase as I stare at the unflattering version of my stepmother’s face.
But it’s not the plastic view that I want to smash to pieces. It’s the feelings behind it. The malice that glitters in her beady eyes. The smirk that tugs on her lips.
We’re standing in front of the courthouse, but with many people as witnesses, murder would certainly not fly under their radar.
This bitch just had the audacity to make her lawyer argue that my recent investments, my implication with Nicolo’s legitimate fronts, are dangerous for my father’s legacy. She’s going for incompetence, poor judgment, and therefore, by her flawed logic, the shares my father used to own in W&S should revert back to her. They wouldn’t. They’re rightfully mine, and even if I’m proven to be incompetent, they would go to my executor, not her. But she thinks if she files enough lawsuits and throws her weight around, she’ll get something.
Other than my undying desire to finish her, she’ll get zilch.
Susan strokes the pink fur that’s resting on her shoulder like it’s a pet. “I’ve got to show proper gratitude and thank you for giving me this opening. Better prepare the keys to the kingdom.”
“The only keys you’re getting is for a staycation clinic to fix whatever your plastic surgeons ruined.” I glare down my nose at her. “Your lawyer is a bit of an incompetent fool and probably forgot to mention that the money I invested was originally mine, not my father’s, so suing for it is similar to fishing in the Dead Sea. And no one probably told you this, but here’s a small piece of advice—just because you can file a lawsuit doesn’t mean you should.”
“That’s not the money I’m after, dearson.” I don’t miss the mockery in her voice when she says “son.” “It’s the rest of it that was originally your father’s and is, therefore, rightfully mine that I want. I’ll continue arguing in court until I have the slice of pie I deserved all along. How does it feel to be beaten at your own game?”
“You haven’t even started to recognize the game, let alone beat me at it.”
“Maybe I’m better endowed at it than you think.” She pats my arm, smiling. “How is Aspen?”
I narrow my eyes, partially forgetting the feel of her disgusting touch. Why would she ask me about Aspen?
No one knows about our relationship, aside from Caroline, and probably Mateo and Nicolo.
And whoever was in the private booth that night to witness the whole alcohol-spilling, jealousy incident.
I don’t think Susan is desperate enough to have me followed, but maybe she is.
