Baby Daddy: Can’t lie, it was tempting. But I’m pretty sure they’d be disappointing compared to the last woman I took against a wall.
Bea: Are you trying to tell me you remember that night?
I shouldn’t ask. I’m digging for compliments that I shouldn’t crave. But I’m powerless to stop myself.
Baby Daddy: You know I do.
Do I?
From what I’ve learned about Everett Donnelly, I was just one of many notches on his bedpost, or whatever he counts on.
Bea: What did you do tonight? Assuming you’re not hanging out at home dressed like that?
Baby Daddy: Had a charity event raising money for the children’s hospital.
Bea: Aww, nice.
Baby Daddy: Not really. I was lonely. And my sister and best friend announced their engagement.
Bea: How are you feeling about that?
Baby Daddy: Happy for them, obviously. And just a little traumatized over the whole situation. My best friend is banging my sister…
I can’t help but burst out laughing.
Baby Daddy: And I’m having a baby. When did we suddenly turn into adults?
Bea: Umm…pass.
Bea: Are you still out celebrating?
Baby Daddy: Nah, some of the guys went out after, but I came home.
Bea: Didn’t want to party?
Baby Daddy: Would rather message you.
My heart flutters and my stomach tightens.
It’s easy to allow myself to get carried away. But the truth is, they’re just words. The reality is, he could be with a whole harem of women right now.
Bea: Sounds unlike you.
Baby Daddy: Maybe I’m changing my ways. I just got into bed. Alone.
Bea: Prove it.
God. I shouldn’t have said that.
But only a few seconds later, I’m glad I did, because he sends me the proof. His jacket, suit, and tie are long gone, and instead, there is nothing but golden, inked skin staring back at me. And the other side of his bed is empty.
Baby Daddy: Proof enough?
His message notification appears at the top of my screen, but I barely pay it any mind as I focus on his abs and the deep indentations under them that disappear beneath the sheets—my temperature spikes at the thought of nothing else covering him.
Before I can stop myself, I’m pulling the top drawer of my nightstand open and blindly searching for my favorite toy.
I sigh when the familiar sound of buzzing fills my ears.
