chapter 23

Chapter 23

"Mom, is it true that he's not my dad?" My eyes widened as I looked down to see Daniel standing behind me, his face covered with tears.

"No, dear. Dad didn't say that. You might have heard wrongly." Henry cupped him in his arms, smiling widely.

"But I heard you telling Mom that you've been taking care of us. I'm sure that's what I heard," Daniel insisted.

"You didn't hear right, Daniel. And what were you doing here? How many times have I warned you not to eavesdrop on people's conversations?" I scolded him. I shouldn't give him any chance to suspect anything. I would never let him know about his father.

"I'm sorry, Mom," he climbed down from Henry's arms.

"I'm so sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to. I was coming to show you my assignment when I heard Daddy's voice, so I decided to stand by the door and listen to your conversation. Please, Mommy, don't get mad at me," he began crying, getting me more and more confused.

I was happy seeing him this way. At least he's not as hard-hearted as his father. He's only sharp-mouthed.

"It's okay, dearie. Don't cry, stop crying," I carried him up, patting his back.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Momma is not mad at you. Stop crying, or do you want me to cry as well?" He wiped his tears and began laughing.

"No, Mom. Don't cry. I will be very sad if I see you crying. Only I have the right to cry; you are not permitted to," he rolled his eyes.

"I'm going to bed now," he told me, then faced Daniel. "I didn't say any of that. I dare not say that. If you are not my son, then whose son are you? Don't even think about something like that, okay?" Daniel nodded.

"I'm so sorry, Dad. I promise I won't repeat it next time," Daniel placed his hands on his chest, indicating he was promising not to repeat it.

"Good boy! Dad is going to bed now. We'll talk tomorrow morning." He picked up his shoes and stormed into the room, leaving just my son and me.

"Daddy is right. Don't act that way ever again. Come on, let me take you to your room." I tried walking him to his room, but he asked another mind-blowing question.

"Mom, I've noticed you don't share a room with Dad. Why's that? My friends in school told me how their parents share the same room. Why's that?"

"Hmm, well, that's because your dad and I sleep in the same room; you just haven't noticed it," I further argued.

"That's not true, Mom. You have never slept in Dad's room." Oh, come on, this kid. How in God’s name am I expected to answer all these questions?

"Come on, you don't have to pay attention to such matters; they aren't for kids. Whatever happens behind closed doors is left for adults to talk about. Now promise me you will never ask me these questions again." He pouted his lips cutely, nodding his head in approval.

"Okay, Mom. I won't; I promise." This is the third promise he's made today. Funny how I know he won't keep any of it. He'll repeat this question a week later.

"Let's go to bed; I'll cuddle you to sleep," he jumped up excitedly.

"Let's go, Mom. You promised to tell me a story last time. You will tell me the story tonight," he dragged me into his room and then banged the door.

Darien's POV

"Where should I drop it, my lord?" the maid asked, adjusting her skimpy nightwear.

"You can drop it on the table!" I ordered, seeing her seductive movements. Since the maid left, I've never thought of having any sexual intercourse with any lady. The last time I tried was two years ago. I must admit the lady went through hell in my hands. I handled her roughly, the way I handled Alisha, and she passed out. It was then I realized the pain I made her go through.

This maid coming here tonight is to awaken the demon I've been working hard to keep under control, and I will make sure she pays dearly for it.

"Do you need anything, my lord? Tell me if you need anything else," she emphasized." I know this is what she wants. Just the type I want as a scapegoat. I could imagine myself pouncing on her with a sex-starved dick. I pray she survives when I'm done dealing with her. I just need her to offer herself willingly to me.

"Anything? I'm not sure you'd be able to offer me what I want," I shrugged, and she chuckled.

"I can do anything you want. Just mention it." She licked her lips seductively, exposing her fresh thigh by raising her gown, showing off her butt to me.

I could feel my dick twitch in my trousers. It's been a long since I had sex, so what was I expecting?

"Like what you see?" she questioned, approaching me.

"Yeah. Come to Daddy," I stretched out my arms. If only she knew what I had in store for her, then she wouldn't be throwing herself at me.

She smiled happily. I watched as she stripped. She stared keenly at me like I would change my mind anytime soon.

I've always known her to be desperate. Being the chief maid makes her feel she's doing this to get pregnant by me. She's wrong to think I would let a cheap, low-life, dirty maid like her carry my unborn child. She's overestimating herself.

She climbed onto the bed, spreading her legs widely, giving me access. Such a bitch. I feel irritated with her, but I dare not reject this offer. I'm badly in need of this.

"Come on, Alpha. I'm dying to have you inside me," she jibbered impatiently.

I dipped my hands into my pocket, bringing out a pack of condoms. Her eyes widened.

"What are you doing with that?" she asked, looking frustrated. She surely hasn't seen anything yet. It's going to be one hell of a long night.