Page 101 of Heir

The oven mitts were pink, with white frills peeking out through the holes.

“Who picked them out?” I asked with a laugh.

He set the tray down. “Emmy.”

That wiped the smile off my face. Emmy sounded like a woman’s name.

“Oh.”

He wrapped his arms around my waist. “She’s my dad’s wife, baby.”

I perked up a little at that. “Oh.”

He chuckled. “Yeah,oh. You might call her my stepmom, though I wouldn’t call her that. She’s only two years older than me.”

Oh, wow.

That meant she was younger than me. Though from meeting Dominic that one time, I knew he was a young dad. I had no doubt he had Kai when he was young.

“Were you jealous, baby?”

I shot him a side-eye. “No.”

He laughed. “Oh, I think you were jealous.”

He wrapped my hair around his fist and tilted my head to the side, pressing a hard kiss on my lips.

Ah, fuck.

I lost all sense of thought whenever he kissed me like this.

He pulled away. “You’re already as fucking possessive of me as I am of you.”

My eyes widened a little at the thought. “Really?”

He smiled and nodded. “Fuck, yes. I’ll kill anyone who tries to touch you. But not until after I break his hands first.”

“Oh. That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

He laughed at that, and I blushed a little. I didn’t mean his talk of violence was cute, but the reason behind it. Though I’d probably sounded like I got off on the violence.

Kai kissed my cheeks. “You’re too fucking adorable for your own good, baby. Let’s eat.”

He went to grab the plates, utensils, a knife, and a spatula.

I waited until he sat down next to me and grabbed the chef’s knife, cutting the lasagna into squares before I reached for the spatula and gave him the biggest piece.

He watched me intently, and I tried not to squirm, feeling like a bug under a scientist’s microscope.

When everything was settled, I waited until he took the first bite.

I smiled when he let out a small groan. “Fuck, this is good, baby.”

“Yeah?” I asked. I hadn’t been sure he would like my cooking, but something settled in me to see him enjoy it.

“Oh, yeah. You’re a fucking good cook.”

I smiled, blushing in pleasure. Blue had said it to me before, but somehow, it felt different when Kai said it.

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