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He sounds angry at himself.
“You’re a good dad,” I tell him, and hewillbe a good dad to our kids, I almost say.
“I was a good dad,” he says, “before you came here. I could look at myself in the mirror and know I was doing a good job. The best I could, given the circumstances, the life.”
“You’re still a good dad.”
“Until she finds out. Then she will hate me forever.”
I fold my arms, and then he gets that hungry look in his eyes. I realize why. The towel has fallen, revealing my breasts. His change is instant, like a beast emerging, pressing through his human skin. I grab the towel and cover myself.
“You came here to tell me we had to stop,” I say.
“Do you want it to, us? To end?”
“I didn’t even know therewasan us.”
“What do you think this is?” He stands over me, looming, intimidating, and enticing at the same time. “What do you think is happening between us?”
“You tell me.”
“Something…”
He pauses, and my mind fills in everything he might say.
Something to bring us the future we both need. Something that will make us happy forever.
“I can’t seem to fight it.” He steps away from me. “But I have to try. We both have to.”
I almost snap,Fine, then stop visiting my room, but I don’t want him to stop. I can’t keep letting him play me, either.
“I’m happy to try,” I say.
Iliebecause I’m not happy about any of this.
“But that will mean no more surprise visits. Do you think you can handle that?”
I immediately feel bad for my aggression, or sassiness, as he would call it. He doesn’t respond with a smirk or a fierce comment. He stares desolately as if the world’s ending, and it is—ourworld that didn’t exist until yesterday.
“I don’t know. It’s hard.”
With that, he leaves, slamming the door behind him. I lie back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
CHAPTERTWELVE
Leo
“Staying at the apartment again, sir?” Francesco, my longtime driver, asks me.
He smiles at me from the rearview, with no malice in the question. Yet I can’t help but feel like there’s an implication in his voice. That’s bullshit. He’s never been like that. He’s always been loyal.
“Yes,” I tell him.
It’s the third night in a row. So far, it’s the only way I can figure out how to stay clear of Emma, not to be pulled into her vortex. Every night I’ve spent away from her has been torture. It’s been an insane effort to resist the urge to dart across the city, to find her curvy body and spank her repeatedly. In my dreams, I remember how her perfect curvy figure rippled for me. That sweet ass won’t leave my dreams alone.
That’s what I said to her. Just a dream, but it’s so much more than that. Last night, Rosa asked ifshewas the reason I was staying away.
“Are you mad at me for bringing Emma here?” she asked.
