Chapter 5 - Part II

I was drooling all over the pillow when I woke up, with half of my hair in my mouth and other half beautifully dressed into what you could call a haystack. My robe was almost off me inside my comforter and for some reason I couldn't remember when I pulled the comforter on me.

Maybe I did it when the babies woke me up in the middle of the night.

My hand reached out to find them but came in contact with nothing but the comforter and the empty mattress. I immediately panicked, and sat up straight, removing the hair from my mouth and wiping the drool off. I crawled over to the other side of the bed and bent off the corner to check if they had fallen off. I didn't hear any cri-

"Nice view, Alyssa. Your ass is so sexy."

I almost slipped and kissed the floor, but somehow regained my balance and fixed the robe, tightening it around me. I turned around, curses right at the tip of my tongue as I narrowed my eyes at the person standing in my bedroom.

"Gah...I wish I could get that view everyday." Terrence winked, and stalked inside the room as if he owned it, with my babies in his arms.

He pushed the comforter aside and placed the sleeping babies on the bed. He lied down next to them and propping his head on one elbow.

I scowled at him as he grinned at me.

"How did you get in here?"

"Hey, I hope you don't mind, but I used your shower. I actually jogged all the way here."

I know what he was doing, he was trying to change the topic.

"How did you get into my house?"

"There are one hundred per cent chances that I'm going to use your shower everyday. I liked it, a lot, actually."

And in a manner which we call 'deathly calm' I asked him again,

"How the hell did you unlock the door and even step inside my house, you Asshole. How did you get the keys?"

"I found it under the plant." He fibbed and shrugged, but his face showed no signs of lying. No twitching, no awkward smiled nothing.

That bastard had mastered the art of lying.

"Indeed?" I raised a brow at him.

He just smiled at me.

"If you think I'm stupid," I gritted out, "I'll let you know that there is no plant outside my apartment. Also, I did not hide any key, simply because I have only four keys, two of them are with me, one is with Allie, and the last one is with Jen—" I stopped as her words from yesterday came back to me.

She betrayed me!

"Jenny gave it to you, didn't she?" I groaned, realising that Terrence, the Asshat, now had free and unlimited access to my house.

He gave me a sheepish grin and nodded, his eyes twinkling and I instantly grew suspicious.

"What did she say to you? And when did she give you the key?" I asked him, pointedly. I narrowed my eyes at him when he took a long time to process the words he was going to say.

I was going to let my temper loose, not caring that he could fire me any moment.

"She gave it to me this morning, when I was about to ring your doorbell. She sweetly asked me if I am the father and gave them to me."

"She asked about it straightaway?" I gasped, wondering how Jenny could be so blunt.

"Yeah, she stopped me, smiled, and asked me with an excited gleam in her eyes. It was kind of awkward for a moment." He scratched the back of his head but didn't open his mouth to say anything else.

"What did you tell her?" I asked nonchalantly, picking at the comforter.

He looked at me with a guarded expression on his face. He slowly sat up and gave me a sheepish grin, and my fists were ready to punch him if he uttered a single wrong word.

"I said yes. She was looking at me way too hopefully that I couldn't say no. Then she ran inside her house and got this key for me, saying, 'You can use it when she is being too stubborn. The babies and Alyssa, all three of them need you. I hope you all become a happy family once again, son. And fuck the life out of Alyssa if you want, make love to her as much as you can."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "You added the last part."

"Yeah, I added the last part."

Without any warning, I lunged at him, barely containing my fury at how this guy played with her feelings, making her believe a lie. He had no obligation to- or...maybe he really was their father?

I let that thought slide for a moment.

I grabbed his neck and wrapped my fingers around it, trying to strangle him. He tried to pry my fingers off but I kept my grip on him tight. I was far too gone now, and I didn't even realise that I would disturb the babies. I was gritting my teeth and shaking him madly when he realised that I was hell bent on murder.

The babies were sleeping soundly throughout the entire fiasco.

Yet, I kept strangling and throttling him, and his hands were on my waist, trying to push me away. When he had had enough, he grabbed my wrists, forcefully tugged at them and pulled my hands away, his iron grip not letting me go as I tried to wiggle out of his hold. He held my wrists behind my back as we both panted.

"You played with her feelings! How could you lie to her?" I seethed, squirming in his hold.

"I did not, Alyssa! She said that the babies and I look similar so I had to be the father. But you tell me, why didn't you tell her that the babies aren't yours?" He shouted out the last part, holding my wrists with one hand and running the other in his hair.

I stopped struggling and hung my head low, feeling like a scolded child.

"I just never got the time to, before. Allie told her that they were mine because she probably didn't know what to say. Yesterday I wanted to tell her but...shit..." I paused, feeling ashamed for blaming him when I did the same.

"I'm sorry." I said, burying my head into his shoulder. He slowly relaxed and loosened his hold on my wrists patting my back slowly.

Now that the adrenaline from our little tiff had worn off, I became aware of the position we were in.

I blushed, right from the tip of my toes to my flushed cheeks.

We both were breathing loudly, and I could feel something hard pressed against my crotch. I had absolutely no idea when and how I was straddling him and I didn't want to even think what the hard thing could be.

The way I am tingling and the way heat is pooling lower and lower in my body, I know it can be only one thing.

I gulped as I looked up, only to meet his eyes that had darkened to a mysterious shade of blue gazing into mine with so much intensity that I felt like combusting right there and then. I couldn't look away, and just wanted to keep staring, probably do something more.

He pulled me closer to himself and just then the spell broke, as I winced.

My boobs were still sore, damn.

"What's wrong?" He looked up at me worriedly and for some unknown reason, I blushed again.

"Nothing."

"Then why did you just wince? What's hurting?"

"I said, it's nothing." I shrugged and slipped off his hold.

I stood up after I got off him and the bed and fixed myself, tugging my robe back to its place. My face heated up when I realised that Mr. Asshole had been ogling my cleavage, all this time, and the robe didn't bother hiding my girls properly. I ignored his questioning gaze and sprinted to my closet, fishing out my underwear, a loose T-shirt and some shorts. I was going to avoid wearing my bra so I walked out, heading towards the bathroom, when a voice stopped me.

"Won't you wear a bra?"

How the hell did he know?

Terrence was leaning against the doorframe, a smirk on his face as he eyed the clothes I was carrying to the bathroom.

"None of your business." I snapped and continued walking towards my bathroom.

"Actually, it is." He said, as he walked and stood right in from of me, blocking my way. "Since I'm going to stay with the three of you, the whole day today, I believe that the knowledge of you not wearing a bra will make both of us quite...you know, uneasy." He shrugged and gave me another cheeky grin.

I didn't ask him why he was staying here the whole day. He had definitely found out who they were to him, and it wouldn't take him long for him to take them away from me.

The thought saddened me.

"I still won't wear one." I said stubbornly.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to." I said, instinctively hugging my robe tighter to myself.

He eyes me suspiciously for a moment and then his eyes widened.

"Are your boobs hurting? Why?"

Couldn't this man be more blunt?

My face heated up as I refused to answer. I didn't look at him and tried to shove past him, muttering another 'None of your business'.

What a surprise, he didn't even budge.

"Tell me. Come on, it could be something serious!" He coaxed, a concerned frown on his face.

"It's nothing serious, Terrence." I shrugged it off.

I mean, how serious could a baby trying to bite off his mommy's nipples be?

"How do you know!" He bellowed, his stance growing intimidating as he towered over me, "For all we know, it could be breast —"

"Ryan bit me! It's still sore!" My mouth decided to blurt on its own, not waiting for my brain to signal that it wasn't something you tell about to a perverted asshole.

"What?!"

The expression on his face was absolutely hilarious, but the embarrassment that was engulfing me made it difficult for me to laugh.

"Ryan bit you? But how...?" He asked, a small frown appearing on his face.

My tongue decided that my brain was absolutely useless, since it was not responding.

"He wanted to be breastfed. He was crying and refused to drink his milk. So just for his sake, I let him, but he bit me. His gums are quite strong." I grumbled.

My brain belatedly realised what I said after a few moments and didn't waste a moment in making me feel more embarrassed. Maybe it was my turn to embarrass myself today.

Fuck, man! Fuck!

I didn't notice Terrence grumbling something incoherent under his breath with a childish look on his face. But I did notice when an all too familiar smirk erupted on his face and he leaned down, carefully keeping away from my chest, and whispered.

"Maybe you should let me try. I will suck hard enough that I might find the milk for the babies. Don't worry, I won't bite..." he paused and then added with wink, "..hard."

I smacked his chest as he laughed at my expense, my face burning as all I could feel was regret, for not having the guts to use the self-defense my father had taught me. The fact that disturbed me the most was that my internal reaction to his extremely perverted statement wasn't natural at all. When I should have been disgusted and would have slapped him right across his face, my mind was actually wandering and considering what he said.

Something's wrong with me.

I flipped him off and pushed past him, stomping my way towards my bathroom and slammed the door right on his laughing face.

Bastard! He was still laughing!