Alejandro
The sexual heat increases the closer I get to her, and all I can think of is ripping off her clothes and fucking her against the wall.
I have to check myself when my baby girl looks at me and her eyes brighten the way they do when I get her a new toy.
I live for this. For watching my girl come alive every single time she sees me. The excitement in her eyes is like nothing I can describe.
She jumps off Lucia’s lap and rushes over to me with the type of energy she’d normally have in the mornings.
“Uncle, Papa, Papa,” Mia bubbles as I pick her up, throwing me for a loop.
Papa…
She only calls me that in my dreams. I look at Lucia, who stands, seeming embarrassed.
“It’s because of the story,” Lucia explains nervously. “You look like the man who sold his pig to a witch.”
My lips twitch. It’s like they both live in a different world Mia created. Lucia’s The Little Mermaid, and now I’m the man who sold his pig to a witch. I wish I were.
“Really? Sounds like a good story.”
Lucia moves closer with the book and shows me the picture of the man with a beard with specks of gray nestled in it and his hair, just like mine.
“She insisted it was you.”
“Papa.” Mia rubs her hands over my beard and giggles.
I love hearing her call me Papa too much to correct her. No one would ever know how I feel for hearing it.
Lucia is staring at me, watching me dote on Mia. When I meet her eyes, they shift to the bruise on my cheek.
“What happened to your face?” she asks.
I tilt my head to the side, allowing a lock of hair to fall over my eye. I don’t know how to answer that question.
“It’s been a long day.” Better not to scare her. She’s getting used to me, and I like that.
“Kiss boo-boo better, Lucia,” Mia says, pointing at Lucia.
Lucia’s eyes go wide. When her cheeks flush, I find myself laughing. After the fucking night I’ve had, I never imagined I’d be standing here laughing.
“Oh, sweetheart, I don’t think your uncle needs his boo-boos kissed better.”
“Who told you that?” I cut in. “Come on, kiss me.” I tap my cheek, loving the shyness she displays.
I meet her halfway, and she stands on the tips of her toes to give me a chaste kiss on my cheek. It’s a kiss so sweet and innocent it feels out of place on me yet like a breath of fresh air on my dark soul.
The wild sexual energy that sizzles between us when our eyes lock as she moves away is almost tangible. I have to resist pulling her to my lips.
“Now you can explain to me why you have my baby girl up at this hour.”
I’m surprised when she straightens and looks like she’s ready to stand her ground.
“I apologize, and I mean no offense to Estelle, but I don’t believe in leaving a child locked in a dark room to scream the house down. She’s one. I get the settling down and leaving her to drift back to sleep, but I couldn’t do it.”
“Even though you’re only paid to be the nanny until seven?” I know what she’s going to say, but I want to hear it for myself.
“I’m not wired that way. I’m here, and I’m her nanny, so I’ll be there for her no matter what time she needs me. She’s afraid of the dark, and she just needed a story and a hug.”