The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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Sophia.

“Would you like another one, my prince?” I coo at the cute three year old and he smiles up at me, eagerly nodding.

I chuckle and quickly reach back into the orange chocolate packet, pulling out another few of reeses peanut butter cups— I slowly drop it into his little cupped hands.

Oh my goddess!

He is so fucking cute!

I can not wait for the Mckenzies to arrive back from their week away to the in laws, introducing this little guy to the twins is going to be so much of fun and I know that Nick might just like this guy, his quiet and silent just like him.

A hear the front door chime and huff, I look back down at the toddler and ask him not to move for the next six minutes until I get back. He agrees with me.

Brittany stands at the front counter, her breast greeting me immediately— they're practically spilling out so much that I swear, if I looked closer, I'd see a nipple.

“Sophia, hi.” She smiles, batting her fake eyelashes at me.

I force my lips upwards, a fake smile flashing her way because my mother says that you should always be nice to your customers even if they're wanna be prostitutes.

“Hey.” I fake enthusiasm. “What can I get you?”

Something flashes past her eyes but it's gone as quickly as it had come and I don't have a chance to distinguish it.

She shrugs. “Something sweet, I want to surprise, King before he comes in so— chop chop.” She snaps her fingers.

In my head I'm counting to ten, trying to keep my calm as I go find the absolute awful dessert in here which is hard to find because everything in here is nice and good but I want her to get something bad and I don't care if I'm being petty.

Because in my mind,

This chick deserves bitterness in all sorts.

“You know, Sophia. I just have to thank you.” She smiles smugly at me and I raise up an eyebrow, a silent why.

She unattractively chews on her lip, “Well because,” She gestures me closer and I stupidly agree, leaning towards her. “King has the biggest dick I've ever had in my life and that's like woooo, last night we—”

I pull back just as the door opens again.

My breathing is rapid and my mind is screaming as he steps behind her, looking at me with something familiar.

I think I'm going to be fucking sick!

“I— please leave.” I whisper.

I don't know how much more of this I can take, this pain of everything. I don't want it any more. I ca—

“Sophia?” His voice softly calls and my glassy gaze snap to his, hatred in my eyes for this man whose nothing but a liar and a cheater and everything bad in this world.

His eyes soften further at the sight of my tears and at this point, I could care less if I cried in front of him.

It's not like he would care anyway.

I ignore him and turn back around, he needs to leave.

“Phia?” Charlie whispers and stands up against the steel table on his wobbly legs, he stares up at me with his own tears and it tugs at my heart strings. “Non piangere.”

[don't cry]

I pull his small body to me, crying softly into his hair and he cries into my shoulder, all through it and I can't help thinking how I'm starting to turn into my depressed mother as each day passes by and it stings so badly.

I never wanted that in my life— to be like her, my mother was great and an amazing woman but her life wasn't all that good. It wasn't rainbows and sparkles, I've seen that with my own eyes as I grew older and I had made a promise to myself as well— to never turn out like her.

As a woman, I know she grew me well in her own weird way but with love and relationships, it wasn't much.

Not only have I broken that promise to her but I've broken a promise to myself, something that never should be done, with anyone. It's like. . . majorly disappointing yourself.

“You're crying again.” A voice mumbles from behind.

I yelp and nearly jump out of my skin at the sudden sound of his voice filling into the once silent baking room.

Slowly, I turn my body around to face him with Charlie, still, clinging tightly onto me but only now, I think he may have fallen off to sleep in my arms which is extremely cute but would strain and hurt his neck when he awakes.

“Can you take him home? His head will hurt and I don't have a couch or something here. I d—”

“Don't ramble.” He quietly murmurs and his eyes flicker down at the sleeping child and he nods his head before looking back up at me. “Can I speak with you first?”

Immediately I shake my head no, declining him.

I'm working right now, very hard might I add, and firstly, he isn't even allowed to be back here. It's workers only and right now, I am the only worker here, obviously.

He steps towards me, gently pulling my arms away from the boy and taking him in his hold— I have to look away, bitting hard on my lip and ignoring how good his skin feels against mine, it still leaves a burn and tingles. But that's nothing, the fact that this man can rock anything he does is so sinful. He looks great with a kid on his arm.

“I can't live like this anymore, So—”

“Me too.”

I cut him off, hating that hopeful look in his green eyes. He is awfully sick in the head if he thinks I'd take him back.

“King, if you want the child so much then I. . . you should take him. I won't keep you from your business and woman any longer. You're free to go back or whatever.”

Each word I've spoken to him, it pierces hard against my already dull heart. It's all lies but what else do I have to say? That I want Charlie? It will only make him say here and be with his little hooker that would come in here everyday and run her mouth— I can already see that.

I want the little guy to stay with me, even if his not blood related. I feel I have a bond with him and I've come to love and care for him as if he were my very own baby.

King doesn't like my words, as usual, his eyes darken and his jaw clenchs. He stares at me with his hard gaze.

“Outside.” He growls. “Now.”