He looks up from his screen and it takes approximately 0.5 seconds for his whole body to betray him. Starting with his eyes that nearly bug out of his head, then his mouth falling wide open, and ending with his very tented sweatpants.
He puts his phone down to the side without removing his eyes from me as they lick up every inch of my figure. A small shiver runs through my body just from the weight of his potent gaze.
“Holy shit, I don’t think I’ve ever gotten hard so quickly.” He blinks a few times, then closes his mouth and swallows while I press my lips together, hiding my satisfied smile.
I walk over to Gracie, ignoring his comment.Good. Let him suffer with a boner all day.Before bending to greet the little angel, I look at Greyson once more with a frown. “How many times do I have to tell you to watch your language? She’s young,Greyson. They absorb everything at that age. Next thing you know, she’ll be talking like a trucker by the time she’s five.”
Greyson chuckles before a beautiful smile takes over. I narrow my eyes and cross my arms under my chest. “Why are you smiling like that?”
“Number 150, I love how much you care about our daughter not talking like a trucker,” he says softly.
I purse my lips, then bite the inside of my cheek and look away.God, damn it! How am I supposed to stay mad at him when he says things like that?I shake my head and turn to the little girl waiting for me to notice her with big eyes and an even bigger smile.
“Good morning, sweetheart, did you sleep well?” I cup her cheeks with both hands and kiss her crown lightly, not wanting to stain her very pale hair with my red lipstick.
I pull back and look at her adorable face. She reaches up with a pudgy little hand and places it over my cheekbone. Her smile grows wider, mouth open and tiny little teeth on display, before saying something that sings to my heart.“Mama.”
I gasp, fingers flying to my lips as a tear rolls down my cheek within seconds.This isn’t fair. What am I supposed to do now? I’ll never be able to leave her. I can’t.
“She’s been saying that since she woke up,” Grey says from where he’s perched against the counter.
“Because you put it in her head,” I bite back.
“No, Em. Because that’s who you are to her. You’re her mom. So suck it up and accept it.”
I swallow thickly. “My Little Tulip,” I whisper to her with a tight emotional voice. I look back at Greyson with tears lining my lower lids. “What happens when I leave? Will I… will I still be able to see her?”
His gaze turns dark, almost frightening. “You’re not going anywhere, Bunny.”
“Grey…”
“No! You won’t be leaving next month. I don’t care if I have to chain you to the bed or in the wine cellar. You aren’t leaving this fucking house. This is your home. That is your daughter,” he says with the point of a finger at Gracie. “And one day, I’ll be your husband. So no. Don’t ‘Grey’ me, because there’s no way I’m letting you walk out that fucking door.”
His nostrils flare with a mixture of heat and anger. “And I swear, Emma. If you tell me to watch my language right now, I will bend you over this counter and smack your ass raw until you’re screaming my name. I don’t even care if Gracie sees. Now shut your mouth with these stupid questions and sit down so that I can make you your coffee.” He turns his back on me and starts the coffee machine.
All I can do is stare with wide eyes and mouth slightly parted. I feel my nipples hardening against the inner lining of my shirt, my thong becoming moist as my core tingles and my thighs rub together.
Fuck, really, body? This isn’t the time to get horny. Yeah, but I forgot how sexy bossy Grey was.I inhale and exhale a few times before heading to my usual seat that already has a plate of French toast waiting for me.
Normally, I would be the one to get up early and make breakfast, as well as take Gracie out of bed. But ever since our fight, Grey has taken it upon himself to do it all. Every morning that he’s here, he makes me something different for breakfast. Every morning, he gathers Gracie and takes her downstairs.
I’m starting to suspect he disconnected the monitor app on my phone or put it on silent. I’m not sure, but I never hear Gracie in the morning, nor do I get a noise detection notification.
The sneaky bastard. I really do need to put a code on my phone. Who am I kidding? That wouldn’t change anythingbecause then I’d just give him the code. God, why am I so weak for this man?
I lower my head and dig into my plate, chastising myself for not being stronger and able to resist him. I’m still mad at him. I’m still hurt. But he’s making it hard to remember why when he acts like this.
I’ve tried to put distance between us, but every attempt ends in vain. On days that he’s here, he forces me to stay around instead of locking myself up in my room or going to see the girls.Okay, force is a big word.But he pretends to need me with Gracie, and of course, I’m a sucker for that little girl, so I comply.
I’m still sorting through my thoughts when Greyson places my coffee beside my plate. I don’t look up as I reach for it, but then my eyes flick to it for a split second, and my lungs cease to function. My heart pounds against my rib cage as I look up quickly at Greyson, who smiles tenderly, then back down at the mug.
How is this possible?
“How… I don’t… How did you…” I’m unable to form a coherent sentence as I stare at it.
My mug… my special mug… it’s there, right before my eyes. The same poopy brown with bumps all over and a big yellow sunflower in the center. There’s even a chip on the rim, although it looks a little bigger.
How did he do it?
