Page 45 of Don't Date Your Ex Best Friend
As the cheque was already paid, I went downstairs.To my surprise, I found Kiara sitting on a stool and drinking a cold glass of water.I could see the sadness on her face and the way her shoulders were deflated.She must have wanted a baby badly.
Anger coursed through my veins when I saw a guy talking to her, laughing, and flirting with her.I huffed when he said something that made her smile.
Oh, come on.
The man was probably in his mid-thirties, ogling at the little strap of her garter belt which was peeking from her thighs because of her dress.Now that I could see, other men had already noticed her, too, watching her from afar and wondering if she would go home with them.
No, she won’t, you pieces of shits.
I wanted to go there and haul Kiara on my shoulder, taking her away from those men.I strolled there, glaring at the man who was sitting beside her, and held Kiara’s elbow.
“You’re coming with me,” I said and dragged her to the corner before she pinched my hand.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?”she asked, her eyes blazing with anger.She crossed her arms, her cleavage getting deeper, and she looked hot.
“I should be the one asking you that.”
“I am looking for potential partners.”
I chuckled and nodded at the guy waiting for her to come back to the stool, “You want to have his kid?”
Kiara glared at me, “Why do you care?”
I raked my hand through my hair, frustrated.“He’s wearing fucking shorts while you’re dressed like you just came from a Victoria Secret’s after-party.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, “Of course you’d know about that.”
I glared at the tiny woman in front of me and at the man in shorts.I turned to her, “He has an ‘I love my mom’ tattoo on his fucking knee.”
I don’t like to judge someone by their outer appearance, but that guy with shorts was getting on my nerves and I had never spoken to him.
Kiara frowned at me and noticed the tattoo.She bit her lip, “It shows that he is a family guy.”
I couldn’t believe this woman.
“No.It shows that he has mommy issues.”I took a step closer to her, “Do youseriouslywant to think about his mom when you go down on him?Do you wantthatto be the father of your baby?”
Her nostrils flared at me, and for a moment I was scared that she might kick my family jewels or slap me.But what she did wasworse.
Kiara leaned up and whispered in my ear, “I will let you know tomorrow, Ethan.”
I glared at her, her dark eyes daring me, challenging me to do something when she went back to the bar, sitting beside the man in shorts.I clenched my hand in a fist and slid it inside my pocket.All I wanted to do was take her over my knee and spank her until her ass turned red and fuck her until she was pregnant.Then fuck her more so she knew that it’smybaby growing inside her womb.
Fuck, I am going wild.
Whatever happens, Kiara is coming home with me.
I sat down beside her nursing a glass of scotch and shot daggers through my eyes at the man who was trying to flirt with her, talking about his family back in Texas and how he makes a mean barbeque sauce that she should try one day.Kiara agreed, my knuckles turning white because I was holding the glass too tight.I knew she wasn’t flirting with him because she kept glancing my way with a guarded look in her eyes.
I thought about her previous words.I want your baby, Ethan.Kiara wanted a baby for some time, and she would have had one with Jake, but she thankfully didn’t because of the breakup.She saw me with my family and decided that she would rather have my sperm inside her than someone else’s.
But if I denied her, she would ask other men.Other men with shorts and ‘I love my mom’ tattoos on their knee who would not think twice before going bare inside her.The thought made my stomach clench in a tight ball.I bet if she asked him about having his baby, he would agree.
No, I wouldn’t let her.And I had told her I didn’t want a baby.
The mild scent of her exotic perfume wafted in my nose when I leaned closer to her.I ignored the furious look on the man’s face when Kiara faced me, my finger tucking her hair away.
“What would I get?”
