Bad Seed

“Yeah. Yeah I uh—actually am,” I said.

“You usually not hungry?” he asked.

“I’m usually too tired to eat.”

“That go for drinking as well? Because you were pretty dehydrated in the hospital.”

I shot him a look as he nodded his head.

“Well, come on downstairs. No need to clean yourself up. I’ll get ya some breakfast, then we can continue whatever fight you wanna have.”

I threw another smile toward Elsie before they all left my room. I slid out of bed, making my way to the bathroom attached to the room I had slept in. I splashed some water in my face and used the hand soap to wash up a bit. I didn’t have the energy to take a shower just yet. I looked around the bathroom sink and saw a new toothbrush and a travel size container of toothpaste sitting there for me.

With a sigh, I picked them both up and began the daunting task of cleaning up.

I knew Drake was trying to do what he thought was right. He wanted to protect and care for me and our baby, but I knew what I was talking about, he just wasn’t ready for all of this. No matter how confident he had been in his ability to stay sober, it was just too new, which meant, I couldn’t stay here.

I didn’t care what I had to do to get out. I was leaving today, and no one could stop me.

There was a hair tie lying on the counter, so I threw my hair up in a bun. I looked like hell, but it was the best it was going to get right now.

I knew if I could reason with Drake, he’d let me go.

He was stubborn, but he wasn’t a kidnapper.

As I came out of the bedroom, I saw him propped against the wall. I jumped at his presence, taking stock of his body while he grinned. He was in a pair of old worn jeans and some boots. They were muddy, which meant he’d already been out on the farm today. But his chest was bare and his muscles were sculpted. He looked to be chiseled from the marble of the gods, and I stared at him before I made my way down the hallway.

I felt my nipples puckering under my bra. As I made my way downstairs, Drake was hot on my heels. He followed me into the kitchen, his body heat radiating against my back.

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bsp; I made the grave mistake of leaning into him, and he took the opportunity to press a kiss to my cheek.

“Mornin’ sunshine,” he said. “Figured you’d want something easy for breakfast.”

He slid a bowl of cereal onto the table before he grabbed a banana.

I stared at my breakfast as the banana he was holding slid into view.

Drake sighed as I sat down, walking toward the kitchen counter and leaning against it.

He folded his arms over his chest once again, his eyes staring out the window. His muscles were flexed and my body was falling for his trap. I could feel my nipples standing at attention. I could feel my pelvis churning. I could feel a heat rising up the back of my neck. It had been a long time since I’d been in his arms. Those arms that kept flexing for me as he lost himself in thought.

My body wanted him badly.

“How’d ya sleep?” Drake asked.

“Fine,” I said.

“The bed comfortable?”

“Not as comfortable as mine. But it served the purpose.”

“Got anything you wanna do today?” he asked.

“Yep. I have to clean my bathroom at home and check in on some loose end P.A. clients I’m still working for.”

“You’re working two jobs?” he asked.