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Kai “Odin” Wolfe is an American, three-time world boxing champion. Born and raised in Oakland, California, Odin became one of the most feared competitors in the world.
Boxing champion.
It explains the beautiful house and the nice car, but the old headlines I read are disturbing at best.
Odin Wolfe caught cheating on his wife with two blondes in Vegas. Sources say that Odin has had relations with other women in the past.
What happens in Vegas, doesn’t stay in Vegas. Odin Wolfe is being accused of sleeping around with blondes that are not his wife of five years.
Olivia Wolfe—devasted by the news of her husband’s trips with other women. Takes a trip to Paris on a private plane this morning at LAX.
Odin and Olivia Wolfe file for divorce. America’s grumpy-sunshine couple finally calls it quits after not being able to fix marital issues.
I look at the dates and, as vivid as they still are online, it happened about two years ago. Kai doesn’t strike me as a cheater, but he may be a man that is remorseful.
And I slept with him.
It’s not your problem, Molly. You’re not dating him.
Yet, it still doesn’t sit right with me. And I don’t know if it’s because I don’t want to believe the stories or that the stories got it all wrong. Though, I can’t find anything anywhere where Kai defends himself. Anywhere he claims that he didn’t do it.
But it doesn’t seem like that’s the kind of man he is.
His personal life is his and no one else’s.
And it’s just another sure sign that I need to keep my ass out of it.
8
KAI
“Youneedtoeat.”
Underneath the hood of my car, I glimpse over to find Molly standing along my fender with a plate of food in her hand, wearing a faded pink plaid button-up and a black tee underneath.
“I told you not to worry about me.” I return to putting on my water pump, but Molly doesn’t move.
“The girls ate and they were waiting for you.”
Shit.
I halt my socket wrench, guilt immediately hitting my chest because I lost track of time.
And I’ve been dodging my nanny from inside my own goddamn house.
“They done?” I ask, not bothering to look over at her.
“They are. They’re in their room playing Barbies.”
Shocker.
My girls are literally obsessed and Molly seems to have won the first week because she’s slowly breaking down Bria’s walls.
My oldest daughter is wary of strangers, having so many other nannies at my ex’s house that she doesn’t become a fan right out the gate as Lark does. I knew Molly would have to work for it, but I’m not surprised that she pulled it off.
“You can leave it on the battery.” I point to it at the edge of the frame. “I’ll eat it later.”
“Kai.” I hesitate to look over at her because I know what I’m capable of right now and it doesn’t include self-control. I’ve pictured Molly in my bed over a dozen times, making her scream, but I have my girls this week and it’s been the perfect reminder that it can’t happen.
