Baby for My Brother’s Friend Read Online Nikki Chase

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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
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“Would you stop pretending you know something you obviously don’t?” she asks, her voice growing louder. She stops and twists to look behind her. “In any case, you’re not coming in, Alex. I—”

“Adam,” I say, cutting her off mid-sentence.

“What?” she asks, raising an eyebrow in a way that tells me she’s just been mocking me. She knows my name.

“The name’s Adam.”

“Right. Adam.” A mischievous little smirk plays on Katie’s lips. “As I was saying, Alex, you’re not coming in. William’s taking a nap.”

“That’s okay. I’ll be real quiet.”

“You know, you’re being really creepy. You wasted a lot of time and money tracking me down. Now, you claim you’re the father of my child—a baseless assertion, by the way—and you’re trying to force your way into my life,” she says. “I want you to leave.”

I’ve already prepared myself for the possibility of her reacting badly to my visit. I wish I didn’t have to do this, but she’s leaving me no choice now.

I’ve already missed more than two years of my son’s life. I’m not going to waste another day, now that I have undeniable proof that he’s mine.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I repeat. “I know William’s my son, and you’re not going to keep me away from my son.”

“You’re a pretty stubborn guy, aren’t you?”

“And you’re a pretty stubborn girl,” I say. “You know he’s mine. Your mouth says something, but your eyes say something else.”

“Yeah? What are my eyes saying, then?” Katie asks, looking straight up into my eyes with her big, doe eyes.

“Mostly, that you’re angry,” I reply honestly. “Maybe you’ve made up your mind not to tell me about the identity of William’s father now. But when I first asked you about it at dinner last week, you hesitated, and your eyes told me I’d guessed correctly.”

Katie looks away, which is just further information that I’ve been reading her accurately.

I take a moment to take a quick glimpse at her tits—fuck, they’re beautiful. I want to bury my face in that smooth, creamy skin and just stay there for hours.

“Look, it doesn’t matter what your guess is. I don’t care.” Katie lets out a deep exhale. “Legally, William’s my son. And legally, this is my house. I don’t want you to enter my house, and I don’t want you to see my son, which means you can’t do either one of those things.”

Katie’s tone suggests she ending this conversation, but what she doesn’t know is that’s not up to her.

I feel bad for doing this because she looks exhausted, and she’s probably been dying to rest, now that William’s sleeping.

Believe me, I know why she doesn’t want me here. I can still sense the attraction between us, and I can tell she still wants me, but things are different now.

She’s no longer the carefree girl who worked at a sex club just for the experience. She’s a mom now, and her priority is her son’s safety.

I can respect that. In fact, seeing as William’s also my son, I love that she’s so fiercely protective of him. There’s a lot of strength and courage packed into this beautiful little package called Katie.

Regretfully, I reach into the pocket of my coat and hand her an envelope. That’s just one of the multiple copies I ordered, of course. I’m not reckless enough to have just one copy when Katie might decide to tear it into pieces.

She may be a kitten in the bedroom, but she’s a lioness when it comes to her son—I mean, our son.

Katie frowns, but she takes the envelope in her hands and pulls open the letter inside.

“You’re a nurse, right?” I ask. “You should understand what the test results mean.”

Katie’s eyes widen, even as her eyebrows furrow. I watch as her gaze scans the letter from left to right, then goes back to left again whenever she starts reading a new line.

The afternoon sun casts warm, golden light over the green grass, the grey sidewalk, and Katie’s honey-brown hair. Wavy strands tumble forward to cover her gorgeous face.

When she looks up at me, there’s flame in her eyes—not completely unexpected, but it still bothers me to see it.

“You did a paternity test?” Katie’s voice isn’t loud or shrill or high-pitched, but her every word is consumed with red, hot anger. There’s a slight quiver in her voice, and the letter in her hand is rustling as it shakes in her hands.

“I wish I didn’t have to,” I say.

“You didn’t!” Katie exclaims. “You could’ve just walked away and left me alone. You still can.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“You need to leave, or I’m going to call the authorities on you.”

“You can’t stop me from seeing my son,” I insist. I’m not backing down from this.

“Yes, I can. You can’t do a paternity test on my son without my permission. I’m pretty sure you can’t do anything with this piece of paper.” Katie lifts the letter up, then crumples it up and throws it onto the ground. “It’s worthless.”


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