Page 140 of Ruin

“Mommy.” The sound of Gigi’s whispering voice rouses me from a deep sleep.

“You okay, Gigi girl?” I mumble.

“Uh-huh. But why’s Daddy sweeping in your bed?”

My eyes flash open to see Zeus lying facedown, fast asleep beside me, his strong arm slung over my stomach, pinning me there. The duvet is fortunately covering what I know is his bare ass.

Oh, fuck.

Fucking fuck.

He stayed last night after Gigi went to bed. We haven’t had much alone time since he started training for his fight.

Do I feel better about his upcoming fight? No. But I’m dealing. Kind of.

When Zeus trains, it’s intense. He’s hardly here at the moment, and when he is, he rightly spends time with Gigi. Meaning sex has been sparse—okay, nonexistent this last month. But he was all frisky last night, and who was I to say no? Especially not when he threw me down on the bed and went down on me, giving me the orgasm to top all orgasms. Then, we ended up fucking like animals for the next hour, and we must’ve passed out from exhaustion because he’s still here. And Gigi’s seen us together in bed, and—

Crap…am I naked, too?

My hand glides up from its place on the bed, and I’m relieved to feel my nightshirt, which I now remember putting on before Zeus talked me into cuddling for a few minutes before he was supposed to leave to go home to the house, which he is now living in, as his lease was up on his apartment.

“He’s, um…well, Daddy was tired, and I said he could sleep here, so…”

“Why’s Daddy gots no clothes on?”

Fucking, fucking fuck.

“Um…because…because…”

“Because I get hot in bed, Gigi girl.” He reaches over and grabs her, pulling her onto the bed between us, making her giggle and squeal. “And I’m not naked. I’m wearing shorts. See?” He lifts the cover, showing her his running shorts, which he was wearing last night.

But I’m now wondering when he put those on because I distinctly remember him being naked when we were lying here, cuddling, before we fell asleep.

And, now, I’m wondering if he fell asleep here on purpose, so Gigi would find him here and know that we were together. He’s not asked me directly to tell Gigi that we’re together, but he has recently been making definite noises in that direction.

I stare at him, brow lifted, but he doesn’t look at me, so I poke him in the arm with my finger.

He glances at me, and I give him a questioning look.

“What?” he says.

“When did you put those on?” I nod in the general vicinity of his shorts.

“Don’t know. Must’ve done it in my sleep.”

“Uh-huh.” I nod. “Sure you did.”

He gives me a look of innocence, which I one hundred percent do not believe.

“So, will Daddy sweep here all the time now?”

“No,” I’m quick to answer.

Zeus gives me a less than impressed look. “But if I were to”—he moves his eyes back to Gigi—“how would you feel about that?”

“Good ’cause then you’d be here all the times.”

My heart clenches hard, like she just put her little hand around it and squeezed it tight.