FOUR DAYS UNTIL EASTON AND VIVI ARE HERE!!
That’s not much of tease. How about the whole prologue?
“What the actual f*ck?” My ass drops into my chair while I stare at the footage on my phone with growing horror.
“What? What is it?” Vivi demands as she leans over and grabs my wrist, tilting the phone in her direction. “Is that…?”
“If you’re going to say a baby, then yes, yes, I do believe that’s what that is.”
How is there a baby on my f*cking doorstep?
Why is there a baby on my f*cking doorstep?
“Who would leave a baby at your front door?” she asks as if I have the f*cking answer. “Wait.” Her eyes snap up to mine. “Is it yours?”
I’m sure the look I give her says it all, but I growl “no” anyway.
“Sorry, just checking. Although…” She cocks one of her eyebrows, her expression screaming how skeptical she is of my answer before her words confirm her thoughts. “It could be yours.”
“No, it f*cking couldn’t.”
“If you’ve had sex in the last…” She leans in again, pulls the phone closer to her face and studies the live video feed on the screen. “How old do you think that baby is?”
“No f*cking clue, but it can’t be mine because I haven’t had my dick in a pu$$y in over two years.” My words grind up my throat like jagged rocks and force their way through clenched teeth. “Which means if I’d hit the target the last time I had sex we’d be looking at a toddler.”
Vivi’s plump lips form a perfect O and all I can think is how well they’d fit around my neglected d*ck.
Jesus f*cking Christ. Get it together, man. There’s a baby on your f*cking doorstep!
A rumble of thunder has my gaze darting to the windows of the upscale restaurant Vivi and I just arrived at.
Our first date.
I’ve worked long and hard to convince the woman across from me to give me a chance. Two days ago, after months and months of rejections, she finally relented and agreed to go out with me.
And now I have to end it before we’ve even looked at the menu.