All Chapters of One Night Stand With The Unforgettable Stranger: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Shaking her head to clear it, Becky slowly opened Abby’s bedroom door and peeked inside. The little girl was sound asleep and Becky relaxed against the door jamb, just watching her. The poor thing hadn’t had the easiest life, but she was so sweet in spite of it. Becky loved her so much that she felt a physical ache in her chest when she thought of not being able to look after her. She had to make sure that she did everything in her power to stay Abby’s nanny, even if that meant letting Heather walk all over her. If it meant she could stay with Abby and protect her from her mother’s spiteful machinations, then she would endure the barbs and biting words. With a sigh, Becky closed the door and turned towards the stairs. She would slip into the laundry room and put the sheets in the wash and then she would find something to eat in the fridge and lock herself in her room until tomorrow. It was a good plan. She needed some space from the two other adults in the house. She needed time

“Nothing,” he said, chasing the collard greens around on his plate. What the hell were collard greens, anyway? At least she hadn’t been able to interfere with Abby’s birthday party. It was all set for the next day and, from the looks of the fridge, Abby’s request for all things pink was being satisfied. Patricia had even found him a pink three-piece suit, Dolce & Gabbana no less, and he intended to wear it to make his little princess happy, even if he felt like a pansy-ass in it. The backyard looked like a pink fairy threw up all over it. The jumping castle was there, just waiting to be inflated and there was enough bunting and balloons to decorate a country fair, but he loved it all because his daughter loved it all. Seeing her face light up when they were setting things up that afternoon had made him all soft and gooey inside, and Barry didn’t do soft and gooey. He’d had a couple of texts from his buddies asking if they really had to wear pink and he’d threatened them with

“Glass?” he asked stupidly, finally looking down and seeing the shattered remains of a wine glass. “I dropped a glass,” she said. “Sorry.” “And were you going to clean it up?” he asked, his anger leaking through into his voice. “What if Abby had come down here and stepped in it?” Heather shrugged and got up from the table, unsteady on her feet. “It’s only glass. Becky can clean it up in the morning.” “She’s not a maid,” he said through clenched teeth. Heather shrugged again. “She may as well be,” she said and walked out of the room. “Fuck,” Barry growled, lifting his foot and looking at the chunk of glass sticking out of it. He flicked on the overhead lights and hopped over to the sink. He pried out the glass and used a cloth to bathe his foot. After rinsing the cloth, he wrapped it around his foot in a makeshift bandage and then looked under the sink for the dustpan and brush. He swept up the glass and wiped down the cabinets that were coated i

Abby quietened immediately and looked crestfallen, burying her face into Barry’ shoulder. “Heather,” he growled warningly. “What?” she said, eyes wide and innocent. “We were just wishing Abby a happy birthday,” Becky said. “Oh yeah, right. Happy birthday Abby,” Heather said distractedly. “Thank you,” the little girl said in a small voice, her face still buried in Barry’ shoulder. Becky wanted to slap Heather for stealing Abby’s joy. Could the woman never think of anyone other than herself? “Right, well we were on our way downstairs to see what Mrs. Garrett has for breakfast.” “Mrs. Garrett is here?” Barry asked, looking at Becky. Becky nodded. “She wanted to make a special birthday breakfast for Abby.” “Excellent,” Barry said, swinging Abby around again and making the birthday girl giggle. Becky led the way downstairs, with Barry and Abby following. Heather disappeared back into her bedroom and slammed the door. The closer they got

“I thought there might be something,” he shrugged, “but then I found out she’d been sleeping with Calhoun.” “Fuck man,” Jonathon said with a shake of his head. “You don’t want any part of that.” “What?” Cassie asked, stepping into their circle and snuggling under Brian’s arm. “Did you know Becky slept with Adam?” Brian asked, looking down at her. “I didn’t get that vibe at all,” Cassie said, looking up at the men gathered around her. “In fact, I think Becky was actually quite scared of the guy.” “But something did happen between them,” Barry said. Cassie shrugged. “I honestly don’t know, she didn’t tell me anything.” “Well isn’t this a cozy little group,” Heather said, joining them. “Good to see you boys again.” “Yeah, the feeling’s not mutual,” Jonathon said, staring daggers at Heather. Jonathon had always disliked Heather. Barry had once thought it was because he was jealous, but the outright hatred that was on Jonathon’s face had to mean more.