“I didn’t mean to imply that you are… It’s just, well. I don’t know how things work here,” I try to explain.
“Everyone will come around with you—don’t worry about that.”
I wasn’t worried until he just mentioned it.
“So…” I start. “Where are you sleeping?” I ask, taking in the one and only bed.
“This bed is massive,” he says, lip curving.
“It is,” I agree, waiting for him to continue.
“So, I’m sleeping here with my baby mama,” he says, grinning at me.
“You did not just call me that,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
“I did. Listen here woman, this is how things are going to go. I’m going to sleep here every night, but don’t worry, I’ll be keeping my hands to myself. Now go take a shower,” he says, covering his face with his arm. I ignore the feeling of disappointment at the ‘keeping his hands to himself’ part. It’s probably for the best. Besides who needs hot sex with the sexiest man you’ve ever laid eyes on?
Me, that’s who.
I decide to let future me worry about it and jump in the shower. I dress in my pink cupcake pajama pants and a white singlet top. When I walk out, Dex is still on the bed watching a movie.
“Finally,” he grumbles, heading into the bathroom. Finally? That was me trying to be quick. I wouldn’t say I was high maintenance, but I’m definitely not low maintenance. Feeling thirsty, I stare at the door, wondering if I should head out or not. My thirst winning, I slip out the door and head to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I pull out a bottle of water and smell it first, just to make sure it isn’t vodka or something.
“May I ask why you’re smelling the water?” comes a highly amused voice from behind me. I turn and come face to face with a very attractive man. Very.
“Well hello there,” I say, checking him out. Shoulder length blond hair. Wearing nothing but a pair of low slung track pants. Amazing body covered in tattoos.
“Nice pjs,” he says, staring at my pants.
“Thanks, I love cupcakes,” I say.
“So do I,” he says through a chuckle.
“You guys should make a calendar,” I blurt out, causing the man to grin at me.
“Who are you?”
Wait, am I not allowed to ask questions like that?
His eyes widen at my question as I wait for his reaction. “I’m Tracker, who are you?”
“Oh good, you aren’t going to kill me or something,” I say to myself.
“What?” he asks, making a choked sound.
I shrug sheepishly. “I’ve been warned.”
“Faye!” Dex calls out.
“That would be me,” I say, giving him the small wave.
“You’re the baby mama?” he says, eyebrows reaching his hairline.
“Oh for f**k’s sake,” I snap, narrowing my eyes. “Is that going to be my name now?”
Dex walks out, a scowl etched on his handsome face. “Why the hell did you leave the room?”
“I was thirsty!” I tell him, waving the bottle of water at him.
“You were thirsty?”
“I’m pregnant remember? You were there I believe. Yes, thirsty,” I say. I turn to Tracker. “You were just going to tell me about those tattoos of yours?”
Dex turns to Tracker, and if looks could kill.
“Good luck with that one,” Tracker says, his body shaking from laughter. Dex, looking considerably less happy, if that’s possible, takes my arm and pulls me back to the room. He locks the door behind us. He stares at me, as if thinking about what to say. Then he shakes his head.
“Don’t walk around at night by yourself.”
“Am I a prisoner?” I ask him, my tone ice cold.
“No, of course not, but this place is filled with men. You’re beautiful. You do the math.”
“O- oh,” I stutter. God he can be sweet when he wants to be.
“Sleep.”
“Okay,” I say, sliding into bed and getting comfortable. He joins me but stays on his side of the bed.
Just as I’m about to fall asleep, I hear him say, “I know you think I’m going to be a shit father, but I’m going to try my best. Goodnight Faye.”
I fall asleep with a small smile on my lips.
Chapter Six
I walk out into the kitchen the next morning, rubbing my eyes. I stop in my tracks as I see a man standing over the stove.
Naked.
He has an extremely white ass and is frying something in the pan.
“There goes my appetite,” I mutter to myself. Arrow turns around, completely unabashed.
“Mornin’,” he says, checking out my pajamas. I stare at his huge penis in horror but am unable to move my eyes away. Suddenly, it gets hard, pointing right at me. Like an arrow.
Light bulb moment.
“Seriously?” I say, covering my eyes with my hand.
“Bit late for that,” he says, chuckling. “I saw you looking.”
“And I saw you saw me looking,” I reply, pouring myself some juice and averting my gaze.
“I think I had the wrong idea about you…” he says, turning back to the stove.
“How so?”
He shrugs. “Thought you were some tramp trying to trap Dex.”
“And how do you know I’m not?” I ask him.
“Good sense of character,” he says. “I’m never wrong.”