Lahat ng Kabanata ng Yes, Alpha Daddy: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

GWEN POVEven knowing that I was never going to trust him again, Nolan continued his routine of coming over and spending the day with me. In a few weak moments, I wondered if it meant that he felt something for me. But then I remembered that his visits had to do with the baby. After all, he'd said that if not for the baby, he'd be out of my life.A week and a day from when I was discharged from the hospital, I had a doctor’s appointment and there was no way that I could go to it without Nolan. He'd been sticking to his word to stay out of my way and not trying to make conversation, so the ride over was quiet. I felt good physically over the course of the week. There had been little to no cramping or spotting. Even so, as we approached the clinic, my nerves ratcheted up. Just because everything seemed okay didn't mean everything was okay. We walked into the clinic. I checked in and then sat in the waiting room. "Are you alright?" Nolan asked, sitting next to me. I t

GWEN POVI was supposed to be doing homework, but I found myself continually looking up at the wall with the art piece Nolan had given me. I’d hung over my desk, and a part of me wondered why I still had it, much less hung in a place where I could easily see it. I told myself it was because the artwork was lovely and compelling, too much so to get rid of it simply because I didn't like the man who gave it to me. But I couldn't look at it and not think about Nolan. He'd said he'd known exactly how I would've responded to it and that was part of the reason he bought it for me. What did that mean? I shook my head and returned my gaze to my computer sitting in my lap as I studied on my bed. It didn't matter what the gift meant. It didn't change anything. The way Nolan snapped at me in the car ride back from the doctor's office was a reminder that he was too easily triggered into lashing out. Did he really think buying me art and holding my hand at the doctor's office yesterday would ma

NOLAN POV Trying to wear Gwen’s defenses down probably wasn't the best game plan, but it was the only one I had. Her answer to the question of whether she still hated me didn't help my confidence in the scheme. The truth of the matter was that I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I'd always had good luck with women. I'd had good luck with Gwen the night I ran into her just before Christmas. But whereas other women I’d been with were happy with just sex, or in the case of my ex wife, hoping for fortune, Gwen didn't care about either of those. I’d like to put all the blame for the demise of our marriage on my ex wife, but I had said some pretty heinous things to her too. The difference was she didn't give a shit as long as I was forking over the money. The marriage ended because I wanted it to, not because I was an asshole. During our marriage, I grew to despair that for the rest of my life, I was going to be miserable. The only time I saw glimpses of contentment was in busine

GWEN’S POV When Nolan left, I cursed myself and how precariously close I came to giving in to his touch. When I looked into his eyes and really studied them, they appeared sincere. It was almost as if he wanted more from me. What else could I read into the kiss he gave my hand? But for all I knew, my silly schoolgirl dreams were clouding the situation. And whether he wanted something more from me or not, there was the fact that he had the potential to be cruel. One minute, he would desperately want me, and then the next, he would be pushing me away, calling me names, acting as if I’d done something wrong simply by existing. I didn’t want to go through that anymore. When I went to bed that night, I vowed I wouldn't get caught up again. But my willpower continued to be tested each time Nolan visited me. Sometimes, he'd come in the evenings, and sometimes, during the day when he knew I'd be home doing my online classes. I finally gave up asking him why he was there, but when he wou

NOLAN POV I hadn't come tonight expecting to kiss Gwen, much less touch her. I’d come to believe that it could never happen. And yet here I was, listening to her moans echoing in the bedroom, filling my heart with such hope. As she came down from the high, I wanted to sink my teeth into her, not simply for the sexual release I was craving but to finally be a part of her. Like joining with her body would fill the emptiness I’d been feeling. But I knew I couldn’t. Not tonight, anyway. I didn’t want intercourse or heat to impact her or the baby, even though the doctor had said everything was fine. I leaned over to kiss her, trying not to read anything into the fact that her kiss felt stilted. I lifted my head to look at her, seeing regret in her eyes. My heart sank. She gave me a wan smile. "I know that you're not finished yet, so maybe—” "I wasn't planning to have sex with you. I don't want to do anything to hurt you or the baby." She looked down toward my groin. It was impossi