Man of the House(76)

I could fucking tell she wanted me. I knew she wanted it badly, could practically smell it on her. I knew grabbing her ass was going too far, maybe pushing her a little hard, but I needed her to know who was in charge. She was so defiant and angry, and plus, I’d wanted to touch her. I wanted her to know that I wanted to fuck her sweet body again, even if she was pretending like she didn’t want it.

So I had to push her, tease her. Maybe then we could both get what we wanted.

Before I could say anything more, there was the sound of a crying baby. Kaley’s head snapped over to the baby monitor. “I have to check on him,” she said.

“Go,” I replied. “I’ll be back later. Let the nanny take care of the brat then.”

She glared at me but said nothing, just walked quickly out of the room and into her bedroom.

I stared after her for a second. I wanted to follow her in there, tear her shorts off, fuck her nice and rough.

But I wasn’t going to. I wanted her to beg for it first. I needed to get under her skin and find out the truth about her.

I walked out of her room, smiling to myself.





9





Kaley





He was so frustrating.

I’d never met a man who felt like he could just come up to me and grab my ass. Maybe that was because I had a reputation as the protected daughter of a scary Russian mobster, but still. Vince was totally unlike anyone I’d ever known.

He’d made it clear what he wanted form me, and every dirty word sent thrills through my soaked pussy. Even when he touched me, I couldn’t help but feel excited. I liked that he simply walked up to me and grabbed my ass while looking in my eyes. It drove me wild that he was pushing me that way, pressing my buttons, seeing what my limits were.

That man was a total mystery to me. One second he was bringing me in under his protection and the next he was denying that Alex was even his son. It was so obvious that Vince was the father, and yet he insisted on the paternity test.

That was fine. I had no problem with it. I understood his hesitation; we had used a condom, after all, but condoms sometimes break. Especially when you fuck as rough and dirty as Vince did.

I sighed to myself, rocking Alexei, when there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” I called out.

Sonya opened the door and smiled in at me. “How is everything?” she asked me.

“We’re good,” I said. “He was a little fussy earlier.”

She walked over and sat down beside me. “Fed him already?”

I nodded. “And burped and changed him already.”

She laughed. “Healthy little guy. And so good, too.”

“He wasn’t good last night,” I mumbled. “Kept me up all night.”

“Do you want a break? I can take him while you nap.”

I bit my lip. “No. That’s okay.”

She smiled at me. “Give in, dear. Not many single mommies get this sort of help in the beginning.”

“I know,” I said. “It’s just, I don’t really know you. And this is all so strange and new.”

She nodded. “I understand. Would it help if you got to know me a bit?”

“Yeah, maybe.”

She smiled, looking down at Alex. “Well, I’m fifty-five years old. My father was a Russian immigrant and my mother was a second-generation Polish woman. I grew up here in the city. My dad was a meatpacker and my mom worked as a seamstress.”

“Classic immigrant story,” I said, laughing.

She smiled. “It really was. I had a good childhood, got married when I was twenty-two, and had three kids.”

“Where are they now?”

“Well, two are off living in different cities. Jason, my oldest, is a cook in Los Angeles. Russ, my youngest, is a financial advisor in Philadelphia.”

I laughed. “Wow. You must be proud. But you said you had three?”

She nodded, still smiling, but there was a sadness in it. “I had a little girl, Missy. She died when she was just a baby.”

“I’m so, so sorry.”

“It’s okay. When Missy died, I went into the childcare industry full time. I’d been working part time, but I decided to dedicate myself to helping parents, because I didn’t want anyone to feel the way that I did.”

“How did you end up here?”

She laughed. “Working for mobsters? Well, I was taking care of Lucas, actually. I didn’t know who the Barones were back then, of course. But when they built this place, they asked me to come and work for them.” She smiled and shrugged. “They offered a lot of money. I couldn’t say no at the time, and here I am today.”

“How did you end up taking care of Lucas?”

“Word of mouth,” she said. “Clients recommended the Barones hire me, and the rest is history.”