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"Ivan, remember when I told you about the date I went on?"

Ivan furrowed his brows, but then his eyes widened. "Oh, fuck, this him?"

I nodded.

Ivan giggled....this grown-ass man giggled. "Oh, Iskander gonna have fun with you."

"Who's Iskander?"

"I live with him. He's just a roommate."

Ivan snorts, walking into the house. Carson made a why-are-you-letting-a-random-man into-your-home look.

"He's Iskander's brother; he's dropping Kenji off."

"You have a son?" He asked.

I shook my head. "Not biologically, but yea, I consider him my child." I let Carson in as well, watching Ivan's jaw drop as I let another man in the house.

"That's sweet." He smiled widely. "He's a cute kid."

"We know," Ivan said, looking away as if he was not eavesdropping.

Carson blinks multiple times. "Well, this is kind of awkward. I was expecting to have you to myself."

"Having her by herself is crazy–wild even."

Carson sighed as I bit my lip to keep from laughing. "I'm sorry, Ivan, deja de molestar al pobre!" (stop bothering the poor boy!)

Ivan only snickered, checking his watch as if he were waiting for something.

"You're Hispanic?" Carson asked Ivan.

"No, I understand Spanish, but I only speak French and Russian because I'm a cultured individual."

I rolled my eyes at his pettiness. "His biological mom is a person of color. He just dyed his hair blonde, and he looks like his father, both him and Iskander."

"Why did you dye your hair?"

"Because I thought my father died about five years ago, so we both dyed our hair as a tribute to him; our sister looks more like our mother than we do."

"Fun fact, Ivan and Iskander are twins! I call Iskander Izzie because Iskander is a long name. I call Ivan Ivie when I need a favor."

"Petty bitch."

I blew him a kiss, and he chuckled.

"Ivan's like an older brother."

"And Iskander?"

"Iskander is just an asshole of a roommate; that's all."

Ivan snorted, and Carson looked a little pale.

"Oh really?"

I spun around. "Iskander–"

"I specifically remembered wrecking your guts right after your date with Carson, and now I'm an asshole?"

My eyes widened as I suddenly paled too.

Iskander smirked. "You hurt my feelings, Rennie,"

"Um, Carson–"

"I'll just go...." he said quietly.

"Ta ta!" Iskander smirked, waving at Carson as he left.

When the door shut, Iskander's cold exterior came back on. "Never bring a man into my house."

I gasped, putting my hands on my face and faking a scared face. "¡Dios mío! I'm shaking in my boots." (My God!)

Ivan broke out laughing. "Me personally!"

"Get out, Ivan."

"Sorry, mommy." Ivan countered.

I laughed when Iskander's face contorted into disgust. "Please get out of my house; I do not want uncivilized Neandertals in my house."

I giggled.

"You're not safe, Renata. You're so uncivilized I can't bring you into a civilization."

Ivan laughed. "I put Kenji in his room. Have fun!" He said before closing the door.

Iskander's nose flares. "If you're going to pick a rebound, at least pick one that could remotely size up to me."

Is that....jealousy?

"Anyone could oversize you; you're an asshole."

"That's not what you said when you were over my desk."

I blushed; I felt it creep up my neck. "Shut up. What happened to forget that had ever happened?"

Iskander cupped my pussy out of nowhere, making me gasp. "What the hell is this mood change?"

He rubbed me softly. "It isn't a change of mood; I just concealed what I wanted.

"Izzie," I breathed out as he went faster.

He pushed his lips against mine, sucking on my jawline and neckline. I moaned softly as he squeezed my boobs.

"Mommy? Daddy? I can't sleep."

Iskander and I pulled away, looking at the five-year-old with an elephant plushie and blanket.

"Right, let's go to dinner; get dressed, Kenji."

Kenji smiled widely. "Come on, mommy, let's go dress up!"

I glanced at Iskander before entering Kenji's room to dress him up. I hesitated to take off Kenji's PJs. He looks so cute in them, he should just go out like this, but I didn't; besides what Iskander thinks, I am a civilized person. I put Kenji in a sweatshirt and sweatpants with his Jordans that Iskander bought for him.

Damn, when I was five, I don't even think I was wearing shoes, and he got Jordans.

"You ready?" Iskander asked, leaning in the doorway.

"Yup, look at you; you look so good." I gassed up Kenji.

"Thank you, mommy."

"Come on, tell your daddy and me all about your sleepover."

Kenji giggled. "I–I think I like Eva; she's so pretty."

"Excuse me?" Iskander said disapprovingly, but I, on the other hand, was happy.

"Awwww, look at you. We should get her chocolate and flowers."

Kenji nodded. "She likes sunflowers because her favorite color is yellow!"

"Renata–"

"He's five; calm down. He won't make you a grandpa...yet," I teased.

"Can you be so fucking for real," Iskander glared at me while putting Kenji in his booster seat.

"I was joking, cálmate." (Calm down.)

"Get in the fucking car." He glared.

"Don't pretend like your hand wasn't on my pussy minutes ago; take your head out of your asshole, bitch."

Iskander's nose flared, but he didn't say anything. He got in the car and started driving without me.

I wasn't going to give him any more satisfaction by running after the car. He drove back after a few minutes and rolled down the window. "Are you ready to act like you got sense?" He asked.

I ignored him, opening the car door. Kenji was laughing, thinking it was a joke, but I got you, Iskander; I really do. "Fuck you."

He only chuckled and began to drive.

The whole time we were there, he was acting as if nothing had happened. It really pissed me off. He was attracted to me but didn't want to come for me. It's so annoying. It really just messed up my mood. I might have thought I was acting like a bad bitch, but I wasn't.

I was acting desperate.

But no more. I won't let Iskander waste my time. The one is always the one you least expect, and maybe I'll give Carson a chance since he actually wants to indulge in me and give me the time of day.

Maybe wanting an asshole is a dream, not a reality. He'll only ever acknowledge me as the woman he's grateful for because his son is now better because of me. He'll never man up enough to like me.

Well, it's time to move on. He can be a single dad if he wants to.

bye.