Alpha’s Baby(79)

Bella’s face darkened into a scowl. “Jace being one of them.”

I grinned at her. “Yeah, but he got his.”

Bella giggled. “And now Veronica is getting hers.”

“Yeah. I just hope she learned her lesson, although as long as she stays out of our lives, I don’t give a shit anymore.”

My phone thrummed inside my pocket, and I quickly snatched it out and answered it without looking at the caller ID, hoping that it was someone calling me back about a job interview.

“Hello?”

“Stefan.”

I held back a groan and contemplated hanging up. “What do you want, Dad?” I asked finally.

“I just want to have a real talk with you.”

“Didn’t I tell you that I'm not going to discuss Bella’s and my relationship with you? The answer is still the same.”

“Just give me a minute, Stefan.”

“No, Dad.”

“I'll make it worth your while.”

I paused. I could read between the lines. My father was offering money. Considering how I hadn't gotten any job offers yet, I could definitely use some. But there was no way I was going to accept a bribe in exchange for discussing Bella terminating the pregnancy. That subject was finished. Over and done with. The same with me staying with Bella.

“Just hear me out. If you don't like what I have to say, then you can leave and I'll never bother you about the matter again.”

“I'll think about it,” I said finally, hanging up.

“What did he want?” Bella asked, placing her hands on her hips, unknowingly enticing me with her sexy curves.

I shrugged and sat back against the couch, spreading my legs out. With the stress pressing down on my shoulders, I could've really used a quickie right about now, but I didn't want to ask. Maybe we did have sex every day, but I didn't want her to think that was the extent of our relationship.

“The usual. He wants to talk.”

Bella pushed a section of her hair away from her face. Since her pregnancy, her hair had gotten really thick. I liked it. “Mom's been calling me too,” she said quietly. “Mostly, when you're asleep or out looking for a job. I ignore her.”

“Maybe we need to look at changing that,” I said as I stood up.

Bella stared at me in surprise. “Where are you going?”

“I'm going to talk to Dad.”

Shock spread across Bella's delicate features. “What’s brought on this change of attitude? A few days ago, you didn’t want to say shit to them.”

I scratched the back of my neck. “I did, but Dad said he had an offer for me. I want to at least see what it is before I ignore him altogether.” I walked forward and pulled Bella into my arms, delivering a soft kiss to her lips. “But mainly, I'm going because I want to drive the point home to him that we are going to be a couple for a very long time, and he needs to get used to it. Otherwise, he doesn't have to be in our lives.”

Bella drew back, suspicious. “Stefan, you know he’s going to try and talk you into breaking up with me. Or talk about terminating our baby.”

“Which is exactly why I want to talk to him,” I reassure her. “Bella, he said he’d make it worth my while. Now, if he’s got his head out of his ass, then maybe there’s a way for me to get good work. Health insurance, a decent paycheck—think about it. And it’s just to talk. If he’s an asshole, I’m out of there.”

Bella smiled, though I could see the uncertainty in her eyes. "Good." She returned my kiss, albeit hesitantly, and I resisted the urge to grab and squeeze her ass. I didn't want to get hard before going to see my dad.

“I'll be back as soon as possible,” I told her as I broke away and made my way to the door. “Keep those clothes on until I get home.” I let the hunger I felt for her sexy body drip into my voice.

“I will,” Bella promised, sounding breathless at the promise of what was to come. “And if my mom calls?”

I stop for a second, then turn back, giving her a grin. “I trust you. Tell her I said hi.”



“I'm offering you a job as my right hand man at the company,” my dad offered, sitting back in his office chair with an audible creak.

I was sitting across from him inside a mobile trailer that he often used for a make-shift office whenever he moved between construction sites. Considering the problems that he got up to with his laptop in this office, I wondered why the hell he kept it. But now wasn’t the time to focus on that.

His teams of employees were hard at work outside, building some sort of mom and pop motel that was a quarter of the way done. Some of them had greeted me with enthusiasm when I arrived on site, wondering where I’d been. They missed my presence since I’d been such a hard worker and easy to get along with.