Possessive Baby Daddy

I stare at him but force my desire away. I can’t let my body react to him, not right now. I need to use my head.

“No,” I say. “But maybe we can be friends.”

He laughs like I just made some bad joke. “I don’t need another friend,” he says. “What I need is you. And our baby.”

“My baby,” I correct. “Look, Shaun. I want to turn my father’s company into something good, okay? I can’t get distracted from that. I’ve worked so hard to get this far.”

He nods and watches me. “I can admire that, really, and respect it.”

“So you’ll let this go?”

He laughs again. “Absolutely not.”

I stop again and glare at him. “What do you want from me?”

“I already said.”

“It’s not happening. I am not marrying you, Shaun. I don’t care how rich you are or how many hot models you’ve dated.”

“Is that a problem?” he asks. “Are you jealous of my history? If you want, I’ll throw my phone into the ocean. Lose all their numbers.”

“No,” I say quickly, feeling stupid, “that’s not what I meant.”

“I understand feeling jealous. But let me tell you something, little Klara.” He comes closer again and I don’t back off this time. I let his lips brush my cheek. “Not a single one of them made me come like you did,” he whispers in my ear. “Not a single one of them made me feel half as good as you.”

I step back, my heart racing. He smiles at me and tilts his head again. It’s such an endearing habit. I realize I’m starting to notice those little things about him.

“No,” I say. I force myself away. “I can’t.”

“You can. But you’re not letting yourself.”

“I’m sorry.” I start to walk and I don’t feel him follow.

“I’m not letting this go,” he says.

“I don’t think you will,” I answer, and hurry away. I leave him there on the beach and practically run back to my car.

I don’t know what I’m thinking. I sit down behind the wheel and catch my breath.

That moment, his lips so close to mine… every inch of my body was on fire. I wanted him so badly. I wanted him to throw me down on the sand and ravish me, take me, fill me up and give me pleasure. I know he can do it, I know what he’s capable of.

But I can’t go down this path. It’ll consume me.

And I can’t let myself fall for a man like my father.

No matter how good that man makes me feel.

God, what a nightmare.

I start the engine and drive off.4Shaun“I’ve never proposed to a girl before,” I say, my legs up on my balcony. I lean back in the chair and sip my whiskey, my phone cradled between my ear and my shoulder.

“You can’t just… throw it at her like that,” Delia says, laughing. “That’s crazy. You guys don’t even know each other.”

“So what? She’s pregnant with my baby.”

“This isn’t, like, the 1800s. You don’t have to rescue her honor by making her a legitimate woman or something.”

I chuckle. “That’s not what I’m doing.”

“So what are you doing, Shaun?” she asks softly. “You’ve never once made it seem like you’re interested in a family. Why ask that girl to marry you?”

“She’s pregnant with my baby,” I say, but I know that’s not all there is to this. “And I like her.”

“What, is she really hot or something?”

“Yes,” I say and laugh. “But that’s not it, either. She’s funny and smart and ambitious. She doesn’t want anything to do with me because she thinks I’ll hold her back. Can you picture that?”

“No,” she admits. “I can’t. People usually want to use us for our money and connections.”

“And apparently, none of that matters to her.” I laugh again, shaking my head. “Not that I want it to, but still. It’s amazing.”

“Look, I think the marriage thing was maybe a little much,” Delia says.

“Okay, fine. So it was a little far. But you know me, no half measures.”

“What are you going to do now?”

I shrug, although I know she can’t see it. “I don’t know,” I admit. “I thought maybe you’d have some advice.”

She’s quiet for a long moment. “I mean… why don’t you just ask her on a date?”

I snort. “A date? What, are we normal people now?”

She laughs. “Come on, Shaun. Most people just want to go on dates to get to know each other before they get married. So why not start with that?”

I let out a breath. “I guess I could try it.”

“There you go. Be a normal person for a change.”

“I hate normal people,” I grumble.

“Oh, please. If you weren’t born rich, you’d be just another normie, just like everyone else.”

“I doubt it.” I sigh and stretch. “I’m exceptional.”

“Go ask her on a date. And don’t be a dick like normal.”