Chapter 11 * Mr. Sneaky Clyde*

I wore the white puff-sleeve dress that Clyde brought to the dressing room. I used my beige flat sandals that matched the color of the tiny flowers printed on them. When I reached the door I saw Clyde was resting his back on the wall while his arms were crossed together. He seemed to be in deep thought but the clicking sound of the doorknob when I closed the door made him glance at me. A smile crept on the corner of his lips while his eyes were shamelessly scanning me from head to toe.

“ I figured out that dress would look good on you Kitten.” He spoke while offering his hand. I took it in and we walked to the elevator.

“ I wonder how you know exactly my size on clothes?” I ask even though I knew he had someone watching over us for these past six years.

“ Isn't it obvious I'm obsessed with you Kitten so it's just normal for me to know these details about you and our son.” He was bluntly admitting his obsession and I couldn't help but blush. Gosh, does this man not know how to filter hi