Summer is a young mother trying to grasp her new reality. Witch is keeping a low profile with her beautiful bubbly daughter Autumn who's full of character for a four-year-old.
Kazimir isn't your normal French billionaire CEO. He's a man who knows h...
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She gets up from my lap and stair at me using one of the blankets to cover herself. "Don't worry I just wanted to nurse you back to health before you go to prison." She starts slowly walking back.
"Ooh, really, and what's your claim?" I asked her to get up from the floor and walk closer to her.
"Don't get any closer to me," she says, stopping my movement when she picks up my shotgun. I continue my strides toward her. "I'm going to shoot you," she states when she places the shotgun on my chest.
"But I'm going to get turned on by that," I confused by her bottom lip drops. "Your fucking crazy," she sighs in disbelief.
"Ooh you have no idea," I said snatching the gun from her grip.
"You killed dr. Deluca," her voice was low but her gaze never left mine. She slowly walks backward some more when she hits.
"Who's that?" I asked playing mind games.
I walk to her, closing her in as I trap her by placing my hands above her shoulders and touching the door. Our bodies were so close together. I can hear her heart rate increasing.
"I'm not just crazy, I'm insane especially when other men come next to what's mine, and if that means eliminating the threat then that's what I'll do," I said leaning down to whisper in her ears.
She slapped me so hard my face reacted. "You don't fucking own me, I'm not one of the toys you play with," her raspy voice was low as if fear and regret took over.
God, I enjoyed that slap she noticed when my grin widened. I use my right hand as I trace her collarbone and up her neck. I delicately run my thumb on the outline of her chin and slowly make my way to her neck, choking her with a firm grip.
She quickly reacted to my touch she let out a low moan. I'm sure it wasn't meant for me to hear but I did. "Careful Summer," I warned as our foreheads touched her gaze doesn't leave mine.
I remove my hand from her neck, as I put up my shotgun, and leave her by herself as I walk down the hall to the guest room.
•••
It's early in the morning and I'm having a starting Competition with a five-year-old. She looks at me as I look at her resting on my arm on the island table.
"Most people make breakfast," she states as I frowned. "Okay then make it," my words cause her to laugh. She sighs and shakes her head.
"I'm only five," she reminds me putting up five little chubby fingers. "Right," I said, shaking my head. This caused her to gasp.
"You're the last number. That's how old you are," she said, folding her hands together. "What's the last number?" she asked me.
"There's no such thing as the last number it goes on," I state as her bottom lip drop. "My teachers are telling me lies," she said, putting her tiny hand over her mouth.
I chuckled at how clueless she was. That never really happens to me but here I am laughing at a five-year-old. "Well then you the last number ever that how old you are," she states.
There it was her mother in her tone and how she moved her neck with an attitude. "And you five," her eyes widened at my words.
"I'm going to be a bawaweena," she states changing the subject. "Kid it's ballerina," I said looking into her big brown eyes.
She jumps off the stool and walks behind me opening the cabinets she passed me her Stuffed elephant to hold for her.
"What are you Searching for kid?" I asked as I watched her open the button cabinets. I pick her up and place her back on the stool. I don't need her mother killing me for letting her daughter near the kitchen.
"I'll give you three of my Halloween candy for 20," she suddenly says, breaking the awkward silents. "Umm three for 20, that sound like a scam how big is the candy?" she reaches into her pajamas and she pulls out tiny candy from her pockets.
"That's the size of a penny," I said looking at her tiny chubby hands. they were Hershey's kisses and she only had three of them.
"Your rich right?" she asked looking at me.
"Yeah, I guess you can say that," I responded with a low tone. She was sneaking for sure she was always working an angle. "My mom says we have to eat the rich," she states, reaching over the table and biting my arm.
"It's a metaphor people say," I said, sighing as I informed her. "Was your dad rich?" I asked as she looks up. "Umm if he was I won't be asking you for 20 duhhhhhh," she dragged the last words.
"How old are you again?" I asked as she quickly replied "I'm five," she states putting her hand up. "More like thirty," I rolled my eyes as she did the same to me.
"Well good morning to the both of you," Summer said walking into the kitchen. First, they takeover my room and now their taking over my closet. I noticed they both had my shirts on.
