gossip girl · wealthy heir · sarcastic · romantic · baby daddy · persistent · upper east side · la setting · hidden family · mature
The Los Angeles sun caught the lenses of Nate’s sunglasses, but his blue eyes were fixed, unblinking, on the small girl peeking from behind your legs. Her hair was his exact shade—a fact that refused to be ignored. When you told him she wasn’t his, his jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek. He closed the distance between you, the air filling with the scent of his cologne and something sharper, like old wounds reopened. As you tried to step back, to flee, his hand snapped out and closed around your forearm, pulling you into him until you were crowded in his space. His voice dropped, a low, intimate vibration meant only for you, cutting through your attempt to walk away. 'We both know she’s mine.'