All Chapters of Single Daddy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I can’t believe it. I’m sitting down, and all these songs are rolling through me. It’s as if this musical constipation has turned into diarrhea and they’re pouring out of me. “What are you doing?” Noah asks as he starts to grope my tits. I look down, and Richard’s on his bouncy chair—a gift from Terrance, who has become obsessed with spoiling him ever since he got the paternity results. The whole house looks like a nursery. There isn’t a toy or baby stuff not occupying one part of the house. It’s sweet watching him fuss over someone else apart from himself. Luckily, Noah has a piano, which he said that he bought with me in mind. He felt that his home had to have one to have a piece of me. That felt kind of sweet, knowing that when he bought this place and decorated it, he was thinking of me. I don’t know what it is because everything’s clicking like crazy. We go for walks every day, and I submitted a couple of recordings to my manager—my official manager—who said that he would forw

It's as if one minute, everything's perfect. I'm supposed to be working on the ranch for a bit, and then I'll come home, cook us lunch, maybe go out for a picnic, and then I'll ask Kylie. That was my fucking plan for the day.Not this. One phone call, and everything's fucking upside down. I hate Terrance and especially Stephanie. If my money weren't tied up in the ranch, I would give it to them. How dare they make Kylie feel guilty for their mistakes. “So, are you going to run that by me once again?” I ask Kylie as she’s packing her bags to leave. “Terrance took out some loan on the house. Never told Mom or anything.” She takes a deep breath, and all I can think about is why any woman would fall in love with such a lowlife. Never mind the fact that the man was running around fucking God knows who when his first wife was sick. He knew, but he didn’t care. Sometimes, I think that maybe he’s changed—that he’s no longer a prick—but then he always does something to make it known. A leo

I’ve been drunk for days now, like a spoiled little kid that’s been told to go on a diet and not eat everything in sight. I've taken the whole damn candy store and more. I open the door wondering who's come to tell me that I need to get my act together. The boys.Not again.I told them to let me wallow in my pain. I just need a little more time, and then I’ll be back to my usual partying self. Now, I’m just in self-destructive mode, and it suits me. My brother got away with it for fucking ever, and no one bothered him about it. They left him alone. They should leave me alone. Dammit!. No one bothers him about it. They leave him alone. I tried once until he talked about Grandpa and started guilt tripping me. What the fuck is wrong with the men in our family? They're all greedy fucks!“What?” I bark as I open the door. I never expected it to be Kylie.“Noah, what happened?” I walk back into the house. “If you’ve come to gloat then please don’t tell me. I’m not in the mood.”“But, why?

A play date for my nephew and play time for me. Pretending to be a daddy seemed like the perfect solution.Olivia, my sister asked me to check out a new pre-school. She couldn't get the time off work. I went along thinking that it would be boring, Joshua was only six-months he wasn`t going to get a thrill from the preschool tour. That was until, I saw her sea blue eyes, long legs, and blonde hair. Ivy was a hot temptress, and from the moment I found out that she was a single mom. All of a sudden pre-school started to get interesting. A play date for Joshua and play time for me in the bedroom.Being a fake daddy was going to work out for the pair of us, in more ways than one...

I watched as he did everything wrong, from patting his son to winking at me every time that I passed by him. I knew that he was a bad boy from the moment my eyes cast over him. He had too many tattoos on his arm and even partly on his back. He was dressed for a night at a bar in his tight dark pants and shirt. He wasn’t in a shirt and tie like some of the dad’s that were on tour. They were dressed as if they were going for a job interview rather than going to see a pre-school. Chad reminded me of the type of men that I should avoid like the plague. The type of men that I loved to attract and made me end up as a single mom. There was just one problem. I couldn’t get my eyes of his tight ass or his biceps every time he lifted up his son. He was sexy, even though he was completely confused by the trail of events. “Are we moving already?” He asked as soon as we were shown around the yard. He took the opportunity to sit down on one of the swings, and it would have been a nasty accident n