Novel & Cerita Is Colby Brock A Dad

Jeff says as he passes me and leaves. I take a deep breath before plastering my fake peppy smile on my face—time to pay the bills. COLT POV "Thanks, bro," I say to Curt as he tosses the papers that ruined my relationship with my father on the table. Shelby pats my back and leaves the room. Curt sits down across from me at the table and folds his arms. "So you said you aren't the dad, so what's the story," Curt asks, and I sigh.

He just proved that I was right. "Boys will be boys. Whatever, I honestly don't want to sit here and talk about my brother. I have a question for you, are you a big-time player like my brother says you are?" Brock chuckled, "I'm not going to lie, the first two years I was in college, yeah. I had no problems getting laid any time I wanted. When I turned twenty-one back in August, my dad told me I needed to get my shit together or he would cut me off. That would mean I would have to get a job, and with my full class load and football, that would be near impossible. So I stopped screwing around,"

Troy said. "You don't care if I get sued?" She said in disbelief. "Well, it's not like Colton will have the guts to put me behind bars." "You will be shocked the day you get sued." Troy scoffed, not believing his daughter's behavior. "You know what? I think I'm thankful that Colton didn't subscribe to marrying you. He actually deserves someone better than you!" ............. "I was about to send a search party after you," Caleb said to his elder brother after bumping into him in front of the elevator.

I catch his body and lifted him in the air. "I miss you," he said, burying his head in the nook of my neck. "I miss you too buddy," I answer and kiss him on the forehead. I open up the door and went inside. "Daddy, why are mommy and daddy Colby fighting?" he asks in a sad voice and I just scratch my head not knowing what to do. "Damon and Sora are in their rooms not talking to each other," he added. I let out a sigh and put him down. I know this is fucking messed up because I fell for Hailey and look at where it got us. Our kids are confused here with our relationship.

"You're killing me!" "What?" Noah questions. Emma is sucking on her thumb, totally unaware that her dad is crazy. "Nobody will date my daughter without my approval, and I'm a picky dad. Emma's boyfriend better not be a jock, or even worse—a TikaToker!" I snort again. "You use TikaTok every day!" Noah blows air through his nose like a bull. "Exactly, and I wouldn't let Emma date a guy like me unless he was serious about the girl. Because of my background, I know my kind is terrible."

A flash of panic crossed Dad's face. His instinct was to push her away, to explain things to Mom. But Mom just watched them both, her expression perfectly still. "Congratulations." No feeling in it at all. "All the more reason for me to go." "You—" Dad started forward, but Vanessa caught his arm. "Ethan, the doctor said I can't have any stress. Please don't fight with her." Dad took a long breath. When he looked back at Mom, his eyes had gone cold again.

"You think I don't know that? You think I haven't read every damn thing online about kids and bad things? But getting a doctor means questions. Paperwork. People looking into our lives." "And you can't have that." It wasn't a question. Amelia was starting to get it. He was a man trying to protect his daughter. But trying to get help could bring more danger than doing nothing. "The Cobras have been quiet for a while," Deacon went on. His voice got lower. "But lately, they've been starting things again. Testing us. And if they think Lily saw something that night, if they think she can say who the shooter was..." He didn't need to finish. Amelia knew what he meant.