Tempest
He’s rude, mean, and looks at me like he hates me.
And I’ve only just stepped into his house.
Spending a year of travelling through impoverished places, trying to help people, should make handling Sargent Wolf—yes that’s his name—a piece of cake.
But even Maddox can’t deny that his father is an absolute douche. I’m only here for six months maximum before I get my arse back on the road.
I’ll just have to stay out of his way, and never suggest that he let me draw him naked.
No matter how badly I want to.

Sargent
If I’d known Maddox’s little Pest was female, I’d never have agreed to let her stay.
The last woman to sleep in my house was my ex-wife. I can’t live with a woman again and deal with them spreading their things everywhere. Not to mention their scent, tampons, clothes, makeup, and weird reading material. She has to leave; even if it’s me who makes her.
Though not at the expense of my son’s respect and love for me.
I can suffer her presence for a few months.
I’ve dealt with worse.
I just wish she’d wear a goddamn bra once in a while under her little white vests.
I’m a tits man and hers are completely off limits.

Standalone Novel.
18+

HIS FATHER

I discover as we’re walking through the streets of LA, having decided to go here instead of Malibu, that it’s Sargent’s birthday soon. In precisely four days. 


Maddox told me while we were discussing things, window shopping. I can see that it makes him uncomfortable so I’ll not approach the subject at all. Though I kind of want to discuss the whole “marriage when older” thing because I felt a bit blindsided by that. I also feel awful. 


I’m not going to talk about it. It’ll just open an awkward conversation that neither of us will enjoy. 


Maddox looks good, tanned and clean. His hair is lighter which means he has spent a lot of time in the sun. 


“So where have you been?” I ask him carefully, not wanting to trigger any kind of ill feelings. 


Chapter Eighteen