Page 112 of Mr. Almost

“I know I won’t.”

I start to kiss my way down her body when she tries to stop me.

“Mase, no more. I’m blissed out.”

I smirk up at her. “You’re still awake and talking. You have another one in you. Besides, I need to reward you for making me the happiest man in the world.”

She doesn’t say another word as I devour her the way I love to. The way I will get to every single day from now on.

My family is coming home.

I can’t be more ecstatic.

Chapter

Twenty-Two

OLIVIA

“How much shitdo you own? It’s a fucking studio,” Brantley grumbles as he takes another box.

“Watch your tone, puck boy. That’s my bestie you’re insulting. I can and will kick your ass.”

“Ooooh, Aunt Chloe said a bad word,” Ari chimes in.

“She’s a bad aunt,” Brantley huffs, making his way to the door.

“No, she’s not, Uncle Brantley. She’s an amazing aunt,” Ari tells him, making him groan as he disappears out the door.

“Why did we invite him again?” Chloe asks, filling another box.

“We needed the muscle. Neither of us were built for manual labor,” I remind her.

She laughs. “That’s right. Still, I think baby daddy number two should have hired someone to do this instead of him. All Brantley does is complain all the time. It’s annoying as fuck.”

I roll my eyes at her as I head back to the bedroom to finish packing the last of Ari’s things.

My heart is sad as I look around. We have lived in this apartmentfor three years. Chloe helped me with the security deposit to get in here when Ari was a year old. We had just been kicked out of the last place because it had mold and the city shut it down. We were struggling to fit into Chloe’s studio apartment, but Chloe refused to let us be homeless. When she found this place, she jumped on it. It became our home.

It’s a little bittersweet to leave it.

“Is this all stuff Ari is keeping?” Mason looks around.

I smile. “Yep. She said she can’t live without these toys.”

“Maybe I should take a shot at it.”

I laugh, heading out of the room as he calls for her. I stop at the door to see what he is going to do.

“Ari, baby girl. Can you come in here?”

Ari comes running, looking up at her father like he hung the moon. I don’t blame her. I’m sure if I had a mirror, I would have the same look in my eyes.

He kneels down next to her, pointing at the bags of toys. “Do we need all of these?”

She frowns. “They are my toys. I don’t get a lot of new toys. I don’t want to get rid of them.”

My heart hurts at her admission. I’ve been saving the money that Mason has been giving me for her in a college fund. I didn’t think about buying her anything. Not with Mason buying her stuff.

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