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“Fair warning; I'm not a normal guy.” The bridge of her nose crinkled; I wanted to rub it away with a kiss. She tossed some money on the table. “Hey, whoa, this breakfast is on me.”

Stuffing her wallet into her back pocket, she said, “I don't want your generosity until I know it doesn't come with a price.”

The heat in her eyes was meant to scald me, but it just warmed me up from the inside out. Grabbing her hand, I held her in place. “Think about my offer as long as you need to. I'm on a timeline, but I'm not going to try and force you. The fact is... I want you, Nell. Icraveyou. So if you insist on working for my mother, seeing me every day, you need to realize I'll never stop throbbing with a need to fill you with my seed. It's more than just my duty... I've felt your pussy, how close to your womb I could get, and anything less than pouring myself into you until I'm a dry husk won't satisfy me.”

Her lips parted. “Bishop...”

I watched as her chest rose and fell, and my voice dropped even lower. “As long as you're in my life, I'll never stop trying to be with you.”

- Chapter Seven -

Nellie

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“Connor, no!”

As I entered my apartment, something launched itself at me from the corner of my eye. Twisting so fast my spine cracked, I barely caught the pint-sized kid before he slammed into my face. “Whoa!” I laughed, holding him up by his armpits. “Hello there!”

He was pretty cute, considering he'd just tried to kill me.

“I'm so sorry,” Gigi said, rushing over to take him. “This is Connor, my sister's son. He's... a bit crazy.”

“Crazy!” he giggled, grinning to show off his teeth and the gaps between.

Gigi pouted dramatically. “I turned away for a second to make him a snack.”

Shutting the door, I said, “No worries, it's fine.” My roommate set the kid down, and he promptly hugged my legs. “You're a little daredevil, huh?”

His laughter was loud and clean andreal.It melted my heart. After how my day had been, seeing a child was strange.The world is trying to tell me something.But was it that kids were cute, or that they wanted to murder me, or maybe both?

Handing Connor half of a sandwich, Gigi pulled out her phone, typing a message. Then, sensing my mood like some powerful empath from a super hero movie, she squinted at me. “Uh oh. Something's wrong with you.”

I dropped into one of the two chairs by the door. Our table was small, and it worked better as a launching pad for children than a place for meals. “I wouldn't know where to begin.”

“Boy trouble?”

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