She chuckled, “Yeah. Fucking hell.”
Hesitantly, I asked, “Your mother?”
She shook her head, “Sided with my father. Disowned me.”
I shook my head, then growled, “Some people shouldn’t be allowed to procreate.”
She chuckled, “Right.”
“Thank you for sharing that with me,” I said.
She smiled, “Thank you for caring enough to ask.”
I winked. Then I shared, “After that heavy, you're not cooking for me tonight.”
She burst out laughing.
For the next three hours, things between Kimber and me seemed to flow.
I found out what her favorite things were. Like she only liked one brand of socks because the inseam on others aggravated her.
She learned that I fucking hated to stop a show mid-way through and that I wouldn’t touch fucking cottage cheese even if you paid me ten million dollars.
She also shared that she had no clue that Kourt was a club whore. And after how Kourt had reacted to Kimber’s presence, I made a mental note to keep an eye on that shit.
Cause if someone was going to be steering clear of the clubhouse, it sure as fuck wouldn’t be Kimber.
I made us dinner of Shrimp Alfredo with Creole seasoning.
Again, she moaned.
Again, I had to adjust my cock.
Then... sadly... an hour later, I stopped in front of her door.
I pressed a kiss on her forehead and said, “Night, baby girl.”
“Night, Grey,” she whispered.
One day.
One day, I would hear her say that while she had her head on my chest, that light blonde hair trailing over my arm, her body curled into my side, as she fell asleep.
And I would want that. Just like that for the rest of my life.
I had my work cut out for me.
Damn, but I was looking forward to it.
But what I wasn’t looking forward to was the knock at my front door.
Except....
‘You don’t need a big moment to change your life. Just a brave one.’
– Kimber’s Life Lesson.
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