“Of course he hangs the moon and stars in your eyes. He’s the only man you’ve been intimate with. You have no one to compare him to.”
“I can’t.”
“Quit being so fucking stubborn. I can’t stand hearing you cry yourself to sleep. Please, I’m begging you, just one date.”
Guilt eats at me, and I hate it. Dom made it abundantly clear he doesn’t want me. I should go and meet this guy. What could it hurt?
“I’m sure you haven’t crossed Dom’s mind once. He’s living his life to the fullest and fucking other women.”
“Okay,” I relent. “One date.”
“Deal!” she squeals. “I’ll set it up for Saturday.”
I have to do this, even though my heart rebels against it.
“This is cause for celebration.” Mia takes a box of leftover pizza and a tub of vanilla ice cream from the fridge. She makes a cold pepperoni pizza and ice cream taco.
“You’re really disgusting, Mia.”
“Hey, don’t knock it until you try it.” She takes a big bite.
“I’ll pass.”
She shrugs. “More for me.”
I dive into my swimming pool and glide skillfully through the cold water. A DNA test confirmed Hunter is my son. Lauren was located in Dubai and readily relinquished her parental rights. A judge granted me temporary custody. I’m due in court soon to finalize custodianship. Hunter, though only seven months old, is a handful and full of energy. The kid stays up practically all night giggling and babbling. Recently, he began teething, and it’s driving me up the wall. At my mother’s instructions, I’ve bought him an assortment of teether rings. He’s fast becoming spoiled by my family and me. Truth be told, he’s taken ahold of my heart. Since my mother is retired, she’s been a great help, but I couldn’t expect her to babysit Hunter every day, so I hired a nanny.
Finding the perfect person to care for him was strenuous. Countless interviews as well as background and reference checks took up the majority of my time for two straight weeks. I could have assigned someone to do the grunt work, but actively participating in decisions regarding Hunter is important to me. Finally, I settled on Emma Woodward. She has a bachelor’s degree in early childhood development and a master’s in education. At fifty-six years old, she’s lively and vigorous. She and Hunter bonded immediately. So far, she’s been excellent. There were a dozen or so young, pretty women who applied for the position, but selecting one of them would have no doubt led to complications. Most openly flirted and wore revealing clothing suited for a night of barhopping. Having a tenacious woman trying to squirm her way into my bed is not welcomed. My concern is for Hunter’s well-being. He will receive the absolute best of everything.
I reach the end of the pool and do a tumble turn. Though I’ve been preoccupied, my thoughts constantly drift to Pepper. Incapable of expelling her from my mind, I followed her more than once, watching her while she worked, studied at the library, and completed other various tasks. Recalling her soft flesh, melodic voice, and the tight clasp of her wet pussy hardens my cock. Holding her panties to my nose as I jerk off is my favorite pastime. Lately, it hasn’t quenched my sexual appetite. I’m in need of pussy. I haven’t fucked another woman since her, but that’ll be rectified tonight.
Drew refused to speak to me after the Pepper situation, but ultimately, we reconciled. Our relationship is still strained. He’s adamant I should’ve given her a chance, but we don’t dwell on the subject. My sudden fatherhood solidifies I made the right decision. Hunter is my top priority. Pepper is twenty-one and has her whole life ahead of her. She isn’t ready for the responsibility of dating a man saddled with a baby. I catch a glimpse of Emma’s snow-white hair in my periphery. She stands at the edge of the pool, holding a wiggling Hunter.
“Hunter just woke from his nap and could use some exercise before his snack.”
I swim over to them, and she hands him to me. “Hey, buddy, ready for a dip?”
Hunter squeals excitedly, flailing his arms and kicking his legs. It’s a plus he loves the water; it makes bath time easy.
“I’ll come back in fifteen minutes.”
“Make it twenty.”
“Will do,” she replies and walks off.
My life changed in the blink of an eye, but I’m acclimating to parenthood.
Lilith’s hungry gaze regards me from across the elegantly set table. Almond-shaped eyes, alabaster-colored skin, long, flowing black hair, a tall graceful form, and her Chinese descent gives her an exotic quality. She resembles a porcelain doll. I’m sure there are many men vying for her affection. I gave her a ring, and she invited me to dinner at her place. I’m breaking my rule of never fucking the same woman twice, but I’m desperate. Pepper is an unhealthy obsession I will conquer. I arrived to a house lit by dozens of candles and a savory meal of Peking roasted duck, rice, and broccoli. It’s quite delicious, but there’s something else I’m yearning for.
“Is the food to your liking?” she asks.
“It’s very tasty.”
“Wait until you try dessert,” Lilith purrs.
“Looking forward to it.”
“I’m glad you called me.” She bats her eyelashes. “What prompted you to?”
