Bad Boy's Baby: Wicked Angels MC by Heather West Read Free Book Online Page B

ever. The worst effects of the alcohol had worn off but I was still feeling tipsy and slow.
     
    “Get out,” I said in a shaky voice. “Get out and leave me alone.”
     
    Tristan looked at me. His face was a mix of confusion, anger, and hurt. I couldn’t even look at him without feeling like my heart was breaking in two. I didn’t want him around, he couldn’t stay, or everything would fall apart. My life, my whole life that I’d spent working to move on from Tristan would crumble at my feet if he gave me one more of those heartbreaking, lopsided smiles. I blinked, feeling tears well up.
     
    “Wait,” Tristan said. His voice was deep and husky. “I need to talk to you!”
     
    “No,” I said as calmly as I could muster. “Get out, now. Leave, and don’t ever come back. And don’t ever contact me, ever again. You understand?”
     
    Pushing past Tristan, I picked Phin up and held him in my arms. At eight, he was almost too big to be held. He was tall, just like Tristan, and big for his age. And already, I could tell he was going to be heartbreakingly gorgeous when he grew up. I shook my head. Suddenly, I felt exhausted. I wanted a long, hot bath, and to sleep for hours.
     
    “Come on,” I told Phin, setting him down on the ground. “Come on, Mommy wants to take a bath. Did Lindsey feed you your dinner?”
     
    Lindsey, the babysitter, stood up from the couch. She was a nervous-looking blonde teenager and she shook her head, casting fearful glances to the side. I laughed out of sheer anxiety. I didn’t realize it, but Tristan looked incredibly intimidating.
     
    “He was a little fussy with his dinner,” Lindsey said, trying to keep her voice at a normal tone. “He didn’t want his vegetables.”
     
    Phin made a face. “Mom, she knows I hate squash,” he said in a petulant tone. “I told her when you got home, I’d have some carrots.”
     
    “Why don’t we just wait until tomorrow, okay?”
     
    Phin nodded. He swallowed, and I could tell he was scared. “Mom, who is that?” he asked in a soft, scared voice. “What’s that man doing in our living room?”
     
    “I need to talk to your mom,” Tristan said. He looked at the boy with an incredulous gaze on his face and suddenly, I knew that he knew. The resemblance between himself and Phin was too strong to ignore, and it was making me feel dizzier than ever.
     
    “No,” I said too forcefully. Lindsey and Phin looked at me with confusion on their faces. “I mean, this man gave Mommy a ride home,” I said, looking right at Phin, trying to calm him. “And it was very nice, but Mommy wants to be alone now.”
     
    Before I could react, Tristan grabbed my arm. He dragged me into the next room and shoved me up against the wall. I felt my heart slamming across my ribs and I looked into his face.
     
    “Are you Jennifer Foster?” Tristan’s voice came out in a growl and he glared at me.
     
    I was too scared to speak. I could barely move, but I somehow managed to nod my head slowly.
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    Tristan stared deep into my eyes. His blue orbs were the same gorgeous, haunting eyes they had always been. But I could tell that he’d changed. Eight years and he’d become a different man. He probably had a new woman every week, and then some. I shivered. His gaze was so penetrating, I suddenly felt naked. I was all too aware of how my breasts stuck out under the sweater and how my slim waist looked in the high-waisted skirt I wore. But Tristan’s intense gaze never left my face, and I felt myself shivering with lust and fear.
     
    “It doesn’t matter who I am,” I said softly. “What happened was a long time ago. That’s over now.”
     
    Tristan opened his mouth to reply, then slammed it angrily shut. I saw a muscle twitching in his strong jaw and I shuddered. He looked angry enough to rip my head off, and I knew he was strong enough to do so if he wished.
     
    “It matters,” Tristan grunted at me. “It matters, Jenny.”
     
    Hearing