Her blue eyes narrowed. “I don’t owe you anything. If anything, you owe me an apology and to respect my wishes.”
“You disappeared.”
“Zeke, now is not the time.”
Not the time? What other opportunity would he have to talk to her? She could easily ghost him like she did four years ago. “You fuckin’ left without a goddamn word.”
Her expression tightened and her gaze flicked down to the boy. “I didn’t think words were necessary since it was pretty obvious why I did. You had a club girl on her knees sucking your…your…eggplant.”
“Kyra.”
She pushed her palm out at him. “Don’t. I didn’t have anything to say then. I certainly don’t have anything to say now.”
“Could’ve let me explain.”
“I know how sucking eggplants works, Zeke. No explanation needed.”
She certainly did.
“Mommy?” The boy tugged on her shorts.
The shorts that showed off her smooth legs. The legs that used to wrap around his head when he was eating her out. Or wrapped around his hips when he was burying himself deep.
Hold up…
Mommy?
Zeke’s eyes bounced between the two. His face was painted like some sort of superhero so it was hard to see if the kid looked like Kyra, but it was easy to see that his hair was a dark brown and his eyes were blue.
Her voice softened when she asked, “Yes, baby?”
“Is he your fwend?”
“No, buddy, he’s not.”
The kid’s brow wrinkled. “Who is he?”
“A mistake from my past.”
Ouch.
Zeke lifted his gaze and locked it with hers, then jerked his chin toward the boy. “I got the same question. Who is he?”
“My son.”
“Your son.”
“Yes, Zeke,myson. I actually had a baby and I’m now raising him. That’s what I mean bymyson.”
It took two people to make a crotch goblin.
The blood drained from his face.Holy shit.
He stared at the boy with the dark brown hairlike hisand the blue eyeslike his. His chest got tight and he searched the kid’s features in an attempt to see more similarities, but the face paint was like a fucking mask.
But could it be?
No fuckin’ way.Was this why she bolted in a damn hurry? “How old is he?”
