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I remembered her looking so out of place in the bar in her sexy, tight outfit. I knew even then that she was young, so it intrigued me that she was in some boring ass bar rather than in a loud club, swaying her sexy hips that would probably leave some people spellbound.

“I know I’m new here and all,” Bonnie said. She no longer looked surprised or mad. I couldn’t put a finger on what she looked like. But her dark eyes were as soulful as ever, sucking everything out of me like a black hole. “But you have got to control that dog, man. I have a kid in there who’s trying to sleep.”

And my world shattered into a million little pieces. A kid.My kid?

I remembered how Bonnie called me that afternoon, one month after we slept together. I was ecstatic when she called, at least for a moment. I was willing to see her again, maybe have dinner together. I had just landed in New York when she called, and when she said her nickname, I was over the moon. That was until she said she was pregnant, and everything came crashing back—Tonette, Billy Anne being neglected, and me being played for my money. Since then, I have blocked her number, scared that she might have been pulling the same tricks as my ex.

It hit me then, looking at her in front of me. I studied her—reallystudied her. Then I saw her worn-out eyes revealing the tale of long awake hours. Although fatigue surrounded her porcelain face like a soft shroud, her charm still cut through.

I knew that the guilt building up inside me would probably eat me alive, but right now, I needed to gather myself and plan my next course of action. I couldn’t think straight when a siren was outside my door, who might also actually be my baby momma.

“I apologize for Charlie here.” I still had Charlie in my arms. I should probably put him down. But, like Bonnie, I was glued to the spot and couldn’t seem to do anything about it. “It won’t happen again. Have a good night,neighbor.”

And I did the worst fucking possible thing to the woman who allegedly had had my kid. I slammed the door shut in her face before she could say anything more. Letting go of Charlie, I listened at the door, waiting for what my Bonnie would do next. I expected her to knock again, but when I heard her curse under her breath and walked away, there was resentment in my stomach.

Fuck!

Chapter five

Chloe

Mygutwasinmy throat when I slammed the penthouse door shut behind me. Heaving, I leaned against it as if the door would protect me from Clyde if he’d come knocking to ask questions. My thoughts were in a frenzy as I tried to register what the fuck had just happened back there.

It was him, right? My hazy, sleepy head couldn’t possibly be making that shit up because I’d know those hazel eyes anywhere. The same eyes stared back at me every day while drinking her baba.

Clyde. My Clyde. Sofi’s father. The New York City DILF who had given me at least five orgasms and the wildest night of my life. He was in Miami. And he was my neighbor.

He was still as gorgeous as I remembered. In fact, after two years of not seeing him, he looked even hotter. If that was even possible, he didn’t look a day older. He was sporting a flow haircut, longer, a tad bit darker than before, and he was still fine as fuck even though he was wearing a plain white shirt and blue basketball shorts and was holding the little beast that had been waking up my daughter in the middle of the night for the past two days.

I was taken aback when the doorknob of his penthouse had jiggled. I hadn’t expected Clyde, of all people, to walk out that door. What bothered me most, though, was the fact that he didn’t even seem to recognize me. If he did, he didn’t care. And if hedidcare and was also taken aback, he was good at masking his surprise.

Now, my palms started to sweat, and my hands began to shake.

Fuck. Okay, remain calm, Chloe. He wouldn’t make a move or anything. He made it clear that day that he didn’t want anything to do with me and Sofi. I’m safe. And Sofi’s safe. Sofi belongs with me.

I knew that there was no reason for me to freak out because I wasn’t the one who denied my responsibilities. I had been present for Sofi her entire life. I had been responsible. I juggled two jobs on the weekdays and three during the weekends when I was still in New York. I stopped drinking, and I stopped sleeping around. In fact, I hadn’t actually had sex since Clyde. I was perfectly happy with my battery-operated boyfriend in my bedside drawer.

But somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that Clyde had the power and the right to demand custody. He could pay off a judge and get Sofi. He could turn tables and bribe people with his money. And it would be the day I’d die.

Fuck. He wouldn’t do that, right?

All of a sudden, my worry shifted into anger. Anger at the fact that Clyde had been in Miami, living his best life while I had been on my own in New York. He didn’t have the right to swoop back into my life and demand things as though he had not implied that I was a gold digger. He didn’t have the right to Sofi. Not to meet her, not to breathe the same air as her. God, he didn’t even have the right to look at her if it were up to me. Because what I went through was not easy.

My frustration was temporarily thrown out the window when I heard Sofi crying in her room. I had been lying on my bed, listening to that dog—Charlie—bark its head off. I was waiting for it to stop so that I didn’t have to march up to my neighbor’s side of the building, but Charlie had been barking for a good ten minutes and when I realized that he had no plans of stopping. I knew that I needed to do something before Sofi woke up. Too late, I guess.

Sofi was standing in her crib when I got to her room, her pacifier discarded.

“Mama,” she sobbed, and I picked her up. Sofi usually slept through the night but since moving in here, she hadn’t been. With her molars growing, she was extra cranky in the morning. And when Sofi’s upset, I’m upset.

“I’m here, baby.” I stroked her back the way she liked as her shoulders shook from crying. Her lullaby machine was still humming on the nightstand, emitting theTwinkle, Twinkle Little Starmelody as I rocked her in my arms.

“I just came from the neighbor’s, Sof. And you know who opened the door? Your daddy.”

Of course, Sofi didn’t reply, but sometimes it helped when I talked to her. And times like this made me wish that I had someone to actually talk to who didn’t wear diapers and didn’t need a binky to go to sleep.

“Can you say that? Da-da.” Sofi sniffled as she pulled away from me, inspecting me with curiosity and wonder. “Da-da.”

“Da-da.” Holy fuck! She said it. I didn’t think that she would pick it up that fast. The hair on the back of my neck rose. I wasn’t ready for Sofi to say those words. In fact, when it came to Sofi and getting to know her father, I didn’t expect it to be this soon.

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