Page 29 of My Boyfriend's Possessive Daddy

He frowns and his expression darkens. “Are you going to invite me in?”

“No. I’m not,” I tell him. “You’re not welcome here, Ben. Like I’ve told you a hundred times already, we’re done.”

I start to slam the door, but Ben pushes it back open with a scowl on his face. Rather than say anything, he pushes his way past me and steps into the foyer.

“Ben, get out of here!”

“Not until we fix this.”

“Elodie? Everything okay?” Mam calls from the kitchen.

“It’s fine, Mam. Just stay there?—”

“You need to pack up,” Ben hisses. “You’re coming home with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you. What part of ‘we are done’ is not getting through to you, Ben? I don’t love you. I don’t want to be with you?—”

“You’re upset, baby. I get it. And I’m going to make things right between us again.”

“Get out of here, Ben. Get out right now!”

“No. Not until?—”

“Young man, this is my home, and I don’t like the way you’re speaking to my granddaughter. I suggest you leave,” Mam says as she steps into the doorway.

“I don’t care whether you like the way I’m speaking to her or not,” Ben snaps.

“Don’t you dare speak to my grandmother that way,” I shout.

“Elodie, pack your shit. You’re coming home with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you. Get out now or I’m calling the police!”

“Elodie, you belong to me. I’m taking you home?—”

“No. She doesn’t belong to you. She’s mine.”

We both turn to see Ethan standing in the open doorway, his face tight, his dark eyes fixed on Ben. I watch as an expression of horror dawns on Ben’s face, and his mouth falls open in disbelief. Time seems to stop for several long moments as the two men stare at each other.

“Dad?” Ben finally says.

My gaze flits from Ethan to Ben then back again. “Dad?”

14

ETHAN

Grabbing my son’s arm, I haul him out of the Carter home and half-drag him across the yard to push him up against his rental car. He rounds on me, his face twisted with rage. From the corner of my eye, I see Elodie standing in the open door of the house, confusion painted upon her features. To be fair, I’m just as confused as she is. This is surreal. But one thing at a time. And right now, dealing with my son is the first thing on my plate.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing here, Ben?”

“I came to bring my girlfriend home,” he spits, his face red with rage. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing? And what do you mean she’s yours?”

“Elodie and I have been seeing each other?—”

“You’re twice her age! That’s sick!”

“She’s a grown woman,” I say. “I would have thought even somebody like you would know the difference.”

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