My Married Boyfriend by Cydney Rax Page B

money.”
    â€œExactly. And your daddy sleeps with me on a nice comfy mattress and not on that couch, unless he’s taking a nap!”
    â€œNicole?” Rashad shouted a warning.
    â€œBabe, chill. He needs to know. Trust me on this one.”
    Nicole poured the hot tea in the glass pitcher and let Myles dump in the sugar.
    â€œDo you really get what I’m saying, son?”
    Myles stirred the sweet tea and avoided eye contact. “Yeah, I get it. Why are you telling me that?”
    â€œBecause I don’t want you to be alarmed and wonder where you daddy is. He’ll be with me. I’m going to take good care of your father and of you whenever you’re here. You’ll be like my child.”
    â€œMmm hmm.”
    â€œAnd after I have my own baby,” she pointed at her round stomach, “you will have a new brother or sister. Isn’t that exciting?”
    â€œNicole—” Rashad yelled.
    â€œNow, babe, I know you wanted to wait to tell Myles about our baby, but as the firstborn heir of Eason and Son, he really needs to be aware of these things. Stop treating him like a kid. Your child is intelligent. He sees things. He sees this.” She rubbed her belly. “Although Myles is seven, he shouldn’t be kept from the truth forever. It’s a cold, cruel world out there.”
    Rashad nodded and tried to calm down. Nicole’s pushiness annoyed him, but on the other hand her forcefulness helped him to deal with his truths.
    â€œYep, Nicky. You’re right. I have been holding off on some topics when it comes to Myles. We ought to have more man-to-man talks. Thanks, babe, for taking on the reins . . .”
    â€œNo problem,” she answered, sounding self-assured. “That’s what I’m here for.”
    â€œWow, that didn’t turn out as bad as I thought.” He focused on Myles.
    â€œWhaddup, my son? How’d you make out yesterday after I left the house? Oh, and sorry that it took longer than I thought.”
    Rashad was gone so long that Nicole had considered baking the child another cake but thought it would be overkill, since there was still dessert left over from the day before.
    â€œI felt good, Daddy. After you left, I had so much fun. We watched a movie and then Ms. Nicole helped me put together my Getaway Glider robot.”
    â€œDid she? Man, that’s cool. Thanks, Nicky.”
    â€œOh, it was nothing. I had a great time with him. He’s a good kid.”
    Rashad felt relieved that Nicole tried her best to bond with his son. He knew she couldn’t stand Kiara and often wondered if she could ever manage to leave her ego at the door and treat Myles with respect.
    Nicole resumed cooking breakfast, “Have a seat, my king. No. Wait. Wash those hands first. I can’t forget where your hands were last night.”
    Rashad blushed and went to wash his hands. He knew Nicole was referring to all of her parts he touched last night when they made love. He sure hoped she wouldn’t give his son those details; he prayed she’d keep that to herself.
    When he returned to the kitchen, neither Nicole nor Myles were there. He heard their voices in her small dining room.
    She was setting up the nice dishes and tall glasses and cloth napkins.
    â€œDamn, all this? Just for a basic breakfast?”
    â€œNothing is basic for us. We will go all out for all our meals.”
    â€œBut why?”
    â€œRashad, you just don’t understand. I-I-I’ve wanted this—a family—for a long time. I always wanted to be with the people I love, in a house that we share, eating meals together, cracking jokes, playing board games, and watching movies just like we’ve been doing ever since Friday. This is my dream. I’m on the cusp of living my dream .”
    â€œDamn. I see.”
    She made Myles go and clean his hands, too.
    â€œAnyway, Rashad, I told you about my ex, Ajalon, and how he blew a ton of smoke up