Porter hums in disapproval. “Sore? We will not have that. Let me run you a shower.”

In minutes, we’re within the grasp toilet, and I am sitting nude on the facet of the jacuzzi tub because it fills with water and bubbles, sipping champagne that had been chilling in a bucket on the toilet counter. How handy.

“You had this deliberate all alongside,” I tease, remembering our first date climbing as much as that stunning view. “You’re so filled with surprises, Porter Brooks.”

“Solely the most effective for my lady,” Porter solutions, stripping down and climbing into the bathtub with me. He wraps his arms round my waist and pulls me into the nice and cozy, sudsy water, my again urgent in opposition to his chest. My physique relaxes and melts into him, the aches of being completely fucked fading away into nothing.

“Are you positive you are alright?” he whispers in my ear.

“After all.” My coronary heart swells with affection, and the phrases are proper on the tip of my tongue once more. I chew them again. “Why would you ask?”

Porter kisses behind my ear. “It is simply…I do know you’ve got been wanting to speak to me about one thing, and you retain holding your self again. For those who do not need to, Bailey, you do not have to, however I need you to know that I am right here for you. No matter you want.”

His arms therapeutic massage my shoulders and again, and I sigh in utter bliss. There’s nothing else I need on the earth as a result of Porter offers all of it after which some. I’ve by no means been happier. By no means felt extra adored.

I’ll say it. To hell with my nerves. I’ll inform him!

I flip in Porter’s arms and take his good-looking, angular face in my arms. He is watching me intently, and I swallow, steeling myself for his response.

“Porter, I lo?—”

Bang bang bang!

There is a loud pounding on the entrance door of the home, and we each soar. Porter swears and will get to his toes, shortly pulling his garments on earlier than he heads out of the toilet. “Keep right here.”

I sink again into the new water, listening to the sound of his footsteps crossing the lounge and the muffled voices because the door opens and whoever is there comes inside. Whoever he has let in is a person, and Porter’s tone goes from irritated to stunned. Then, I hear one thing I’ve by no means heard from him. He sounds confused. Possibly unsure?

There’s one thing in regards to the different masculine tone that pokes at one thing deep in my grey matter, a reminiscence that I’ve tried to neglect, however I brush it off. It is in all probability simply somebody from the health club. However Porter is confused, and that is setting off every kind of crimson flags. I have to see what is going on on.

I wrap the fluffy pink gown Porter purchased me round my physique, brushing my moist hair away from my face and ensuring I am completely lined. The very last thing I need is Porter wringing some man’s neck as a result of I come out trying scandalous.

I pad into the lounge barefoot, and the person standing subsequent to Porter is simply turning to face me. He is tall, and his darkish hair is buzzed quick. We each freeze.

“Ian?”

Porter sounds extra confused than ever, “You two know one another?”

I feel I’ll faint. Ian. My ex. My stalker. Why is he right here?! Why would Porter let him in?! I swallow as soon as, twice, placing one hand on the wall to regular myself so I do not fall. After I can lastly communicate, it is a croak. “He is…he is….”

Porter’s face shutters, and he turns his face to the ceiling, cursing. “Fuck, Bailey. I ought to have advised you sooner. That is my son, Ian.”

My thoughts is screaming at me. Porter is Ian’s father? My stalker’s father is my boyfriend. That is too loopy. Method an excessive amount of. I really feel dizzy, and nausea rises behind my throat.

“Bailey?” Porter lunges ahead to catch me as I stumble, however I push him away, backing up in direction of the bed room. I can not cope with this. I can not. Not proper now.

Ian lastly catches up with what’s going on, and I get at the least a tiny little bit of satisfaction seeing the utter shock on his face. “What the fuck is that this?!” he blurts out, his face turning crimson. “Dad, why is my lady right here in a fucking gown?”

Porter’s expression is thunderous as he places the items collectively. “Bailey, clarify what’s happening proper now.”

He sounds so critical, however when he sees how my legs are shaking and the best way I am urgent my hand in opposition to my racing coronary heart, he is there, steadying me together with his huge heat arms. I lookup into his eyes, amber brown, and it provides me a bit of power.

“It is okay,” Porter tells me. “No matter it’s, you have to inform me, Bailey, earlier than I lose my goddamn thoughts.”

He is right here for me. I can do that. “Ian is my ex. The one stalking me. The rationale I got here to get boxing classes within the first place. Are you telling me that he is…he is…” The phrases stick in my throat like glue. They’re virtually too horrifying to say. “He is your son, Porter?”

Porter appears like he is feeling each potential emotion within the span of some seconds. The predominant one is shock, however it slowly bleeds away to rage. Not at me, at his son. “Un-fucking-fortunately, yeah. He is my son.”

“What fucking bullshit is that this?” Ian sputters. “You are fucking my lady, Dad? I have been attempting to win her again for months now. I come right here to get your recommendation and also you’re FUCKING her?!”

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