Zachary’s POV:
“Daddy, daddy!”
I whipped around at the sound of feet tapping against the wooden floor.
Her curly red hair bounced lightly on her shoulders, framing her little face. She raised her big, blue eyes at me and put both her arms up, pouting.
I chuckled, and I couldn’t help but find her cute. She always does this when she doesn’t get what she wants.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked, tucking a strand of her curly hair behind her ear.
“I want my cake.” She pouted and she shoved her fingers into her armpits.
“Don’t you want to wait for your friends?” I asked.
She looked at me then quickly looked away.
“I don’t have friends.” She mumble, making my brow raise.
"Why so?"
She lowered her gaze, suddenly finding interest in her fingers as she fiddled with her colored nails.
"I'm a bastard."
A growl rumbled through my chest, startling the little girl who looked up at me wide-eyed, and I cursed myself for making such a mistake.
"Hailey, listen to me." I cocked my head so that I was looking
