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I stayed over at Dean's house last night.
We slept in the same bed and he tried to cuddle with me throughout the night, but I don't like him in that way.
He was supposed to be a one-night stand, not a two-night stand.
I wake up to my phone ringing, looking at the contact I see it's my dad. I look over at Dean's body taking up almost the whole bed.
His bed is a Texas King and he barely left me any room, I thought about sleeping on the floor.
But he's cute when he's asleep so I don't mind.
I answer the call after a few rings, "dad," I ask through a yawn, "it's 7 in the morning," I continue. I sit up in bed feeling the aftermath of Dean fucking up my insides.
Placing my hand on my lower stomach I rub away the pain. "It's time for you to get up," he states in a serious tone.
Fuck I hate him sometimes.
Dean moves closer to me resting his arm on my waistline, and I move my hand from my stomach.
Looking down at his face I gently rub his cheek and let out a loud sigh towards my dad.
"Listen that guy I sold my company to isn't who I thought he was. I need you to find some information on him Paris," I stare down at Dean's sleeping face confused.
I know he's a part of some type of organization like my dad is because he bought one of my dad's undercover businesses.
That's why I asked him to cover up for me murdering my husband.
"He's a leader of a Mafia, Parisa True Loya stay the hell away from that guy, you hear me," when my dad says my full name I know it's serious. I feel Dean start to circle his thumb on the side of my waist, "Okay dad," I respond.
He's a part of a mafia! And he's the goddamn leader.
I can't freak out over the phone because he's right here and I'm on the phone with my dad. My dad has always told me to choose who I decide to be with wisely and to never marry a Mafia leader because they're the worst kind.
I'm not going to marry Dean, all we do is fuck. But my dad would still be pissed if he heard I was fucking a mafia leader.
"Sweetie I mean it! You're my daughter and I love you more than life. You know more than anyone what I will do to someone that betrayed me, even to you. Now carry on with your morning. I love you," his tone was firm and rushed, and I never believed my dad was capable of hurting me but I guess I was wrong.
"Love you too dad," I respond hanging up immediately after.
A pit formed in my stomach. It hurt along with the pain of Dean messing me up from the inside. I lay back down on my side and Dean wraps his arm around me again.
I don't love Dean and I know what his kind is capable of, but I don't want him hurt.
My thoughts about everything are interrupted by a knock on the door along with a few rings to the doorbell, and Dean whispers in my ear, "Angel, can you go get that," he asks before leaving a kiss on the side my head.
His voice is so much deeper and sexier when he's half asleep. The knocks continue becoming louder the closer I get, "I'm coming!"
Opening the door I see Dean's niece with a scared look on her face, "is daddy here," she asks looking around. Bending down I look closer at her spotting bruising, "Dean!" I yell letting her inside and locking the door. "Dean get your ass in here," I yell again picking the little girl up.
She's holding on to me for dear life and she doesn't even know me, "DEAN GET YOUR FUCKING ASS IN HERE NOW!" I yell as loud as possible.
He runs into the living room half-naked, after seeing I have the little girl in my arms he walks up to us taking her out of my arms, "sweetie why aren't you in school," he asks her sweetly.
I go to the kitchen grabbing some ice for the bruise on her arm. Walking back into the living room I see her sitting on his lap talking to him about something.
She calls him dad a few times, so it's obvious she's not his niece like he told me. He takes the ice from me putting it on the hot bruise she has on her arm.
It pisses me off that he lied about her being his niece. That's what my dad used to tell his one-night stands and ex-girlfriends, and it hurt me a lot.
I hope he's not saying that in front of her at least
Sitting on the small part of the couch Dean gets up takes her to a room and comes back into the living room with me, "so you weren't going to tell me you have a daughter," I ask. "Didn't think that's something you had to know," he responds sitting down on the couch.
"Yeah, but you lied. You told me she was your niece, not your daughter," I respond to his shitty attitude.
"Does it fucking matter? We're not a couple the only thing we do is fuck," he hollers.
Getting up I go to his room grabbing my shorts and putting them on underneath his shirt. I'm not going to deal with a man thinking he can yell at me anytime he wants again.
Especially not from a two-night stand.
Grabbing my shirt I take his off, throwing it to the ground and putting mine on. Walking back into the living room I grab my shoes, and put them on, "Fuck you, Dean," I yell.
"You've done that twice," he laughs leaning back against the couch.
Looking over at him with my arms crossed he looks over at me with a smirk on his face, "come here," he motions with his hands for me to come over.
Walking over I sit down next to him and he pulls me into a tight hug.
Pressing my cheek against his chest he says, "I didn't tell you about my daughter because me having a child is what runs most women away. My daughter isn't in the best living situation with her mom right now and our last court hearing is in a month from now," he sighs and rubs my back.
Lifting my head I look up at him, pressing my chin into his hard chest, "You having a child isn't going to run me away from that dick. You have no idea how many times I had to stop myself from telling you to get me pregnant in the two times you fucked me," I laugh before continuing, "Too bad I can't have kids."
"You can't have kids," he asks and I wrap my arms around him.
"Nah, I've always wanted a family, but God said fuck me in the kid department," I giggle but on the inside, I was eating up. I would do anything to have a child.
Dean kisses me on my forehead, "I'm sorry Angel. Who knows maybe one day our condom will break again and one of my swimmers makes it to the right egg. Would you mind having a child with your fuck buddy," he asks curiously.
No, I wouldn't.
"Yes, I would actually," I giggle.
Pulling away from the hug I sit on the couch and he does the same, "Don't lie. Gimme a kiss," he says. Leaning over I give him a casual peck. "A real fucking kiss," he demands.
Leaning over farther I press my lips against his and we start making out, he grabs onto my ass, pulling me on top of him, and I place a hand at the back of his neck.
Damn, he's a good kisser.
He pulls away from the kiss whispering in my ear, "I heard what your dad said on the phone. Next time make sure you turn your volume down a little."
