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“May I help you?”
I feel the world shake around me when the young woman at the reception desk asks me. Little Fox? She holds the phone with shivering hands when I stare at her sharply for a long time. I can’t remember the girl, but somehow I can see the girl through – Allyson Henry. No. It must be a coincidence. The little fox’s name is Allyson Stevenson.
But oddly, they seem to have the same features that I remember –big, slanted, almond-shaped brown eyes, pointy nose, and jaw – like a fox. Except that she has red hair. Nicholas’s wife was brown-haired. Her Asian features show in her eyes and cheekbones. She's a little short in height but can compete with Kelly in terms of curves. My eyes land on her breasts. They're huge – like they're pumped with milk. The little fox I violated had smaller tits.
“May I help you?” The girl asks again.
“I’m Mr. Elijah Smith. I believe I own half of this place,” the girl’s eyes become filled with shock. She steps out of her desk and bows an apology. I chuckle. Only a slave bows to me.
“Mrs. Smith isn’t here. She and Ronda are buying stuff for her trip.”
I am about to say a word when a faint cry of a baby echoes from the stockroom. Allyson turns pale. “Is there a baby in here?”
Before the young lady can answer me, I storm to the stockroom and find a baby in a carrier. I look at Allyson. She has a baby, looks like a fox, and her name is Allyson. She rushes to the baby and says, "Her Daddy was supposed to get her but ..."
“Her Daddy?” Then she can’t be that little fox.
“I know Mrs. Smith has this thing about babies, but I didn’t know where to leave him,” Allyson’s voice shakes with worry.
I look at the baby and back to Allyson. She looks prettier with the baby in her arms. No wonder she’s got MILF curves for someone so young. She's indeed a mother to a boy with blond hair and ... gray eyes ... that seem to mirror mine. No. Talking to mine.
“Have we met before?” I keep my eyes on the baby. His beauty mesmerizes me.
“I don’t think so,” Allyson answers quickly. “Unless you came to a town called Sheridan in Wyoming.”
Wyoming? It is not her. I look at the baby again. "I'm not gonna tell your secret to Kelly but get the baby out. I don't want my wife to be burdened by... him," my heart almost leaps out of me when the baby smiles. I look at Allyson, and she looks more troubled. "You don't have someone to leave him with today?"
I look at the baby, who also stares back at me. Will my baby look like him? If that woman's baby is mine, will the baby be a son or a daughter? I chuckle when the baby shakes his hands. I unknowingly reach for the baby's hands. His little fingers grip my index finger and pull it to his mouth.
“Give him to me. I’ll be at the Marriott for the whole afternoon. I can have someone watch over him,” I take the baby from Allyson, startling her. “Get the baby after Ronda returns. I won’t allow your partner's failure to get the baby to torment my wife. Get it?”
“But Mr. Smith.”
"You'll leave him with me, or you leave this place altogether without going back." I end my words with a glare. Allyson takes a deep breath and nods. She gets the diaper bag and hands it to me. I look at the bag, hesitating to take it. "Terrence."
My assistant walks to the stockroom and becomes confused as to why I have a baby in my arms. I give him a sign to get the bag. He rolls his eyes and tells Allyson, "Just ask for Terrence Salvatore in the lobby, and they'll lead you straight to the suite."
Allyson follows us while I carry the baby to my car. She still looks worried that a stranger is taking her baby. But as a mother, she had to do what she had to do. I give her an assuring smile and step inside the car.
"If there's any problem ..."
“I can have a dozen people fix those problems. Just make sure you get him before Kelly comes to my room,” I warn her.
Terrence looks at me through the rearview mirror, wondering what the hell I was thinking. I’m wondering, too. But ever since Devon told me that I might have fathered a child, I’ve been finding myself wanting to hold a baby. I look at the baby and caress his chubby cheeks gently. And you happened to be there.
“Terrence,” I call before he starts the car. “I want you to find that girl ASAP and get my baby if it is mine.”
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