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“In the kitchen,” I tell him, pulling his shirt down my legs a bit more.
“Put me on speakerphone, baby girl,” he states, and I do, setting the phone on the counter just as Zack starts to mouth off. “Watch it, Zack.”
“Dad? What the fuck is going on? What the hell is some skank doing in our house?” he replies, glaring at me while Stacey just looks on in disbelief.
“Shut your mouth right fucking now, Zack,” Damien seethes, his tone making me shiver a bit even through the phone. “Who I have inmyhouse is none of your damn business. It doesn’t belong to you, it’smineso get the hell over yourself, and if youevercall a guest of mineanythinglike that ever again, you’ll be lucky to have the condo and college paid for, do you understand me?”
“There’s a half-naked girl in the fucking kitchen, I think skank seems fitting,” Zack argues, his jaw tightening, reminding me of Damien when he’s angry but nothing about Zack makes me feel warm and fuzzy seeing it. Then again, Damien’s anger has been directed at others when I’ve told him about my past, so I guess there’s a reason for feeling that way when I see it on Damien’s face.
“She’s wearing more than the last girl you brought over to the condo,” Stacey retorts towards him and I kind of think I might like her.
“What she wears inmyhouse is none of your concern Zack. Stacey, take your brother to the living room and keep him there. I’ll be home in about fifteen minutes, baby girl. Anything different you want for dinner tonight? I have a pan of lasagna to put in the oven if not,” Damien adds, and I can’t stop the smile this time.
“That sounds really good, but I didn’t see it in the fridge,” I tell him, making him chuckle a bit and shit, that makes my nipples tighten.
“It’s in the prep area fridge. It’ll take about an hour to cook, so finish your snack and I’ll be there soon.”
“Sounds good,” I state, thankful that Stacey’s lips simply smile in reply to everything she just heard, but Zack seems livid, and that has me wanting major space between us.
“Stacey,” Damien says as a bit of silence falls over us.
“Sorry Dad, come on, Zack,” she adds, pushing him from the room. She looks back giving me a wink, and shit, that definitely has relief flooding me.
“Are they gone, baby girl?” Damien asks and I tell him yes, taking the phone off speaker before hurrying up to our room for more clothes. “Why are you breathless?”
“I just wanted to grab something else to wear, put on a bra,” I admit shutting our door behind me.
“You don’t have to, should feel comfortable to wear whatever you want in our house, Ivy. I won’t say I’m not glad you’re doing it though, not with the shit my son just said,” he tells me.
I quickly assure him I’m fine with it, would much rather be wearing shorts than just his shirt if I can’t have his hands under it on me until we’re alone. That gets me an assurance he’ll be there in less than ten minutes now, and I quickly finish getting dressed, before returning to the kitchen to finish my snack. I’m not about to argue with my daddy about what’s best for me, and keeping my belly full, making sure I have enough to eat, is totally a daddy thing I fucking love. Just like I love him.
Chapter 8
Damien
Ihurry into the house, heading straight for the kitchen, to check on Ivy first. The second I got the notification that someone had opened the front gate, I’d checked the cameras on my phone, easily recognizing the kids’ car. I swore blue murder, taking twice as long to get back to the phone app to call Ivy, warn her, but by just her tone, I knew I was too late. Hearing Zack’s pithy comments about her made me see red, and I was beyond ready to reach through the phone and murder my son.
Ivy’s mine. I don’t give a shit how old or not old she is. She’s mine and I will keep her safe, no matter what.
I reach her, breathing a bit easier seeing her smile as she munches on a carrot. Taking care of her, feeding her, even if not directly by my hands to her mouth calms my soul, and I slip over to her, kissing her after she swallows, not about to risk her choking.
“Mmm, that’s my daddy,” she sighs, resting her head on my chest and I slip my hands into her hair, dropping a kiss onto the top of her head.
“I don’t mean to interrupt, but Zack’s about to lose his shit,” Stacey says, pulling a moan from my throat as it forces me to let go of my girl. “I can stay here with…sorry, I don’t think I got your name.”
“Ivy, this is Ivy,” I tell my daughter, relieved that she doesn’t seem to have a stick up her ass about it the way Zack does.
“I can sit with Ivy if you want to talk to Zack about his shit-itude,” she offers and the slight grin on Ivy’s lip at the made-up word lets me know they’ll be okay.
“I’ll be right back, baby girl,” I tell her, dropping a kiss onto her lips, not caring if Stacey’s watching or not. I’m not hiding my relationship with Ivy even for a second. “Can you preheat the oven to 375 degrees, Stace?”
“I’ve got it,” she says, letting me move away from my girl for the time being. I’ll be back with her as soon as I’ve got my son straightened out.
Zack’s stomping around the front room when I move into it, his glare at me enough to have my hands balling into fists. “Watch it, kid.”
“Kid? I’m not a fucking kid, the stupid bitch in the kitchen you’re apparently screwing might be, but I’m not,” Zack retorts, and I don’t stop myself this time. He might be my son, but he’s a fucking adult, and I’d knock anyone that called my girl stupid or a bitch out for saying it. He’s not getting away with it simply because he’s my flesh and blood. Honestly, makes me want to give him another punch for that reason alone.
“When you’re acting like a motherfucking kid, I sure as hell will treat you like it,” I warn him, as he continues to glare up at me from the floor, his hand clutching his jaw. “Ivy is going to be part of my life, whether you fucking like it or not. She’s mine now and if you have an issue with it, there’s the damn door, leave. What you won’t do is treat her with disrespect and act like a whiny prick towards her. You won’t call her fucking names or talk about her, you got me? I’ll have no trouble tossing you out on your ass if you don’t.”
