Connor’s POV
Wynter seems oblivious to the horror that is unravelling in my mind, as she scoops up some of the baby food and offers it to my little girl.
‘Open wide Gracie’ Wynter encourages, bouncing the spoon slightly as she hums along to the music still playing from her cell phone on the counter, my daughter laughing as she opens her mouth.
The music drags me back to last night, to the thumping base, the straight haired brunette grinding on me as I danced.
‘That’s it! Clever girl’ my nanny croons, ‘it’s certainly better in our bellies than in our hair, we’re going to have to have a bath after breakfast though.’
The image of Wynter stretched out in my guest bathroom tub, invades my mind, as though that one damn word has opened a flood gate and every bad thought I’ve ever had conscio
