Getting A Mom: Baby Sitting His Daughter

ipped off the call. She let out a weary sigh, casting one last glance at the intruder. "He's sent for you," she conveyed quietly. The woman rose, her face bloodied and unsettled-far

iss you, Ace. I miss your stares," she paused. "You have every right to be mad I didn't call, but you hardly pick up my calls. You only reach out when you miss me-" "I don't miss people," he cut in coldly. "I don't hold onto feelings or affection. I only call when I need something. We both signed a contract-why make it a big deal? You're acting like I assigned you a role." Amari's breath hitched as she stared in disbelief. Her eyes watered, but she sniffed, trying to compose herself. "I get it. You don't have feelings, you don't miss people. But I do!" she insisted. "We've been intimate for two years. Fine, I messed up letting my feelings take over, but you're so good-soft in many ways, even if you hide it. You long for love and affection, and I'm here-" "For?" he interrupted emotionlessly. "To fill the void. You're not alone, Ace-" "I never said I was," he responded flatly. "I know, but I can feel it. Whenever we're together, your touch, your presence-it's everything I crave. I need you, Ace." "Is that all you want? Sex? Why beat around the bush?" His blunt tone made the air thick with unspoken tension, two years of contractual intimacy weighing heavily. Amari didn't flinch. Instead, she let a tear trail down her cheek, her voice soft but resolute. "If that's all you speak, Ace," she whispered fiercely, "then yes. I want you." He paused, leaning back in his chair, unreadable. Then, with a deliberate click, he shut his laptop. The screen darkened, and the office basked in the amber glow of the setting sun. "You're messy, Amari," he murmured, his voice low, vibrating. He didn't approach passionately but moved with purpose-like a predator knowing exactly what's coming. He stopped inches from her, taller, shadow enveloping her. He reached out to grip her chin, tilting her face up, his thumb brushing her damp cheek. "If you're so desperate to fill the void," he whispered, a dark hunger finally surfacing, "then stop talking." Without waiting, he claimed her mouth in a kiss that was cold yet commanding. It was about hierarchy, n