Grumpy Romance (Billionaire Dads Book 1)

“I don’t.” I do. I want her in my arms. I want her cradled in my lap. I want my hands framing her face as I kiss her until she spills all the secrets, the spikes, the wounds that she won’t let anyone see.

“We’re gonna kidnap her someday.” Belle munches on her food.

My eyes widen.

Ezekiel snorts

I kiss her.

I torment her.

I worship her.

And then I hold her like she’s the most precious person in my world.

I think Kenya Jones is one of the best things that ever happened to me.

Because I won’t say it behind your back if I can’t say it to your face.

Not to me. You treat me like crap, I’ll treat you like crap. You don’t have to be in my life if you’re only making a mess of it.

Not to me. You treat me like crap, I’ll treat you like crap. You don’t have to be in my life if you’re only making a mess of it.

Not to me. You treat me like crap, I’ll treat you like crap. You don’t have to be in my life if you’re only making a mess of it.

Not to me. You treat me like crap, I’ll treat you like crap. You don’t have to be in my life if you’re only making a mess of it.

Not to me. You treat me like crap, I’ll treat you like crap. You don’t have to be in my life if you’re only making a mess of it.