Page 109 of Secret Baby for My Brother's Best Friends

After that, I stay home, and we watch a game.

Chelsea decides to stay over that night, and I head to her home to pick up some clothes for her. However, the second I park, I spot them from afar.

It's Chelsea's friend and the guy who was here the other time. Her ex.

The slimy bastard is arguing with her about something and immediately it stokes my wrath.

I get out of the car and go up to meet them as he gestures wildly, catching the tail end of his sentence, “–look just tell me where she is or I swear to God, I’ll–”

“You’ll what?”

He jerks around and takes a few steps back at my statement. It’s said in a quiet voice, much lower than his crazed screeching, but it manages to land with impact. His eyes widen in fear as he clears his throat.

“Sorry, I was just looking for Chelsea."

I don’t respond at first, staring him down. Then I take a step towards him, and another, relishing the fear that grows in his eyes.

“Don’t.”

“What?” he stammers.

“Don’t look for her. Got it?”

His jaw clenches, but he’s a coward and jerks his head in a nod.

“I’ll see you around, Jenna,” he says in a much quieter tone.

“Not likely asshole,” she responds as he tentatively shifts past me and hurries down the stairs.

“Are you okay?” I ask while watching him leave.

“Yeah. Nothing I can’t handle. Just him being his usual unhinged self trying to cause trouble for Chelsea again.” She shakes her head. “She’s with you?”

“Yes. She’s at our place.”

“Good. Tell her to be careful.”

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CHELSEA

About a week later, I'm barefoot in the kitchen when shuffling footsteps announce his presence.

“Something smells good,” I hear behind me as Jake wraps his hand around my waist. I roll my eyes even as I get goosebumps from his touch.

“You’re supposed to be resting," I remind him.

“No, I’ve been resting all fucking week already, and I'm sick of it." He mutters. "My ankle is fine. You don't need to wait on me hand and foot anymore."

I smirk. Waiting on him hand and foot is an exaggeration. I've been at his house almost every day for the week–when I'm not at work, that is–and although Jake seemed to enjoy me spoiling him for the first couple of days, by the third day, he was over it. He bitches almost every single morning about wanting to go back to work to the point that he and Adam got into a yelling match last night that only stopped when I threatened to go back home if he returned to work.

That calmed him down. He acted like a kid whose mom threatened to take away his birthday cake. That's how quickly his face sank. Today, I've had a day off, and he's made it a point to follow me around, fetching me things, offering to cook for me or eat me out while I worked, no matter how many times I told him to stay off his fucking ankle.

At this point, I’ve given up on him resting, though I still try to shift my body away from his, so as not to encourage his shenanigans.

But he holds me right in place, commanding my body exactly how I like it.

He runs his nose down my neck, and I close my eyes, trying not to give in to the pounding need.