Pretty much, I was sold to this man like if we were still in the eighteen-hundreds. Terry even paid the tuition for the school they sent me to.
A knock coming from the front door, causes me to nearly jump out of my skin, a squeak escaping my lips. Glancing at the baby monitor, I check on Huntson to make sure he’s okay while making my way to the door.
Sighing, I reach out, unlock, and turn the knob, opening the door to find Hunter standing there looking hotter than ever. I still didn’t know what all happened to his friends, other than there was an accident to put them in the hospital.
“Hey,” I stutter.
“You gonna let me in?” Hunter grunts, getting straight to the point.
“Uh, yeah, come on in,” I stammer, opening the door further for him to step inside. Closing the door behind him, I take a deep breath before facing him. “You, um, want something to drink?” I offer without meeting his gaze head on.
“No, what I want is for you to look me in the eye and explain why the fuck you kept my son away from me for over a year!” Hunter demands, crossing his arms over his chest.
Nodding, I release my grip on the doorknob and make my way back into the kitchen to grab my hot tea. “Sit,” I say quietly while moving to the little round table, place my mug on the scratched-up wood, and take a seat. Pulling my legs up to my chest, I wrap one of my arms around them, the other reaching out for my tea.
Hunter pulls out the chair opposite from me, twists it around, and straddles it bracing his arms on the back part of the thing. I really shouldn’t gawk at him right now but internally I’m ogling at the sight.
“Start talking,” he commands gruffly.
“I was scared to tell you,” I blurt out.
“That’s no reason not to tell me,” he states.
“I know it’s not. At first, I was scared to tell you thinking you’d demand I get an abortion. You hate me, so why would you want to have a baby with me. Next, I was scared to tell you because I thought you would take him from me. Have I thought about telling you? Yes, a million times. I just didn’t know how,” I whisper.
“Did it ever occur to you to come to me and say, ‘Hey I’m pregnant or we have a son together?’ I mean Annslee scared or not I had a right to know about Huntson,” Hunter grinds out.
“Yes, it occurred to me, more times than I can count. I get I’m a horrible selfish person for keeping him from you. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t know you. Every night he goes to sleep listening to your band. He won’t go to sleep without it. I have no excuse to make up for what I did to you, and I hope one day you’ll forgive me for hurting the bond you should have with Huntson,” I say worrying my bottom lip with my hand wrapped around my knees.
“Annslee, look at me,” Hunter commands.
Lifting my gaze, I look beyond him hoping he won’t call me out on this.
“Woman, I said look at me,” he growls vehemently.
Shifting my sights, I lock gazes with the father of my son. “I’m fuckin’ pissed with you. You cast judgement on me without allowing me the chance to be there for Huntson from the time he was born. I could have been there to help you with things he needed. Now this is what’s going to happen. You’re going to move into my wing at the house with Huntson, this way not only will you have plenty of help with him, but you can stop working two jobs. I’ll be able to help take care of little man. You’ll also be able to worry less about bills since you won’t have rent on this place or utilities.”
“Um, Hunter, we can’t do that. I won’t do that,” I mutter, shaking my head.
“You will and you are. Not only have I missed out on over a year of my son’s life, I won’t have him put in a dangerous situation because his mother’s family is psycho as hell.”
Oh God.
Please tell me he did not just say that. Or him knowing about my family.
“Yeah, Dimples, I know about them. So tonight, I’m staying here since Huntson’s already down for the count. Tomorrow, you pack, call your second boss and tell him you won’t be coming in indefinitely, then you’re moving your ass to the house,” Hunter says sternly.
My eyes feel like they’re about to pop out of their sockets as I stare at Hunter. “You can’t make me,” I murmur.
“You wanna bet?” he asks.
I narrow my gaze on him, about to say something when he shakes his head at me. “Don’t bother arguing with me. You’ll be doing this, whether I take you there kicking and screaming or not. I will not have Huntson or his mother hurt. I’ve dealt with enough drama lately; I don’t need yours as well. Now shut it, drink whatever the hell it is your drinking, and go to bed. Tomorrow’s gonna be a long fuckin’ day.”
Um, when did the world turn upside down and put Hunter in charge of my life?
Seems all men are the same. Controlling your life without thinking about anything you might want.
Sure, I don’t want Huntson in danger; however, I don’t think I’ll be able to survive being near Hunter without losing my heart to him the way he took my virginity.
Chapter Six
Hunter
A week ago, I found out about my son and forced his mother to move into my part of the house. I shouldn’t have rushed her into this, honestly after what I read
