You're Out Daddy

Chapter 543

It was already late by the time they arrived home.

Denise had fallen asleep during the long journey back, so Kenneth held onto her while Natasha chatted

away with Anthony and Benjamin. They looked exactly like how a warm, perfect family should be.

As soon as they walked in, Anthony glanced around before turning to them. “It's getting late, Nat, so

we'll be going to sleep.”

“Okay.” Natasha nodded. It was late, indeed.

“Good night, Nat!” said Benjamin.

“Good night.”

After watching the boys return to their respective rooms, Kenneth headed upstairs with Denise in his

arms with Natasha following behind.

“Let her sleep in my room. I'll accompany her tonight,” Natasha offered the moment they arrived

upstairs. She hadn't seen Denise for so long and truly missed her.

Yet, Kenneth pondered for a moment before responding, “She hasn't had any proper sleep the whole

time, so why don't we let her sleep in her own room tonight?” With that, he walked into the room next to

Anthony's.

Natasha didn't think much of it and followed him in, assuming he just wanted the best for Denise.

The little girl didn't even stir when being tucked into bed, although perhaps the hot weather had

resulted in some hair being stuck to her cheeks. With her smooth skin and long eyelashes, she looked

just like a porcelain doll.

Natasha smiled with contentment as she gazed at Denise.

She gently tucked the girl's hair behind her ear. Then, the latter rolled over and continued sleeping

soundly.

She's just a little girl, but she keeps acting like an adult.

Kenneth's lips curled similarly as he adjusted his daughter's blanket before turning to Natasha. “Let's

go.”

Natasha nodded and left reluctantly.

She turned to him after closing the door. “I can tell how happy they were today.”

Kenneth nodded in agreement.

“It's late, so I'll be hitting the sack too,” Natasha concluded.

“Good night.” Kenneth looked at her.

“Good night.” She grinned at him before turning and walking to her room.

“Nat!” Kenneth suddenly called out to her.

She turned her head in puzzlement. “What is it?”

Kenneth took two steps forward and gazed at her deeply, his eyes filled with affection and a faint

sparkle that one might easily overlook. “What you said to me earlier tonight...”

“What?” Natasha raised an eyebrow.

He pursed his thin lips while continuing to stare at her for a brief moment of silence. “Whatever you told

me, I'm going to take your word for it.”

“I meant exactly what I said in the first place,” Natasha replied as soon as his words fell.

Kenneth froze as a wave of emotions swirled within his darkened gaze. “Do you know what I'm talking

about, Nat? I'm referring to—”

“I know what you mean,” Natasha cut him off while glancing at him tenderly. “Didn't you keep asking me

if I wanted to be with you? My answer is yes. I'm serious.”

A look of complication surfaced in Kenneth's narrowed eyes as a devilish aura emanated from his

divinely handsome face.

“Really?” he asked in disbelief after a long pause.

“Yes.” She nodded. “Now that you're mine, you'd better work hard and earn lots of money.”

His eyes lit up with excitement, Kenneth grabbed her by the hand and inched closer to her. “Did I hear

you wrongly, Nat? Or did you have a bit too much to drink today?”

In response, Natasha let out a chuckle and eyed him mischievously. “Have your ears gone bad, Mr.

Hamilton? But you're still so young! Or are you saying you don't want to be mine?”

Kenneth pinned her against the wall immediately, staring down at her. “Say that again, Nat,” he

requested in a hoarse voice.

She blinked and slowly opened her mouth. “I said my answer is yes—mmph!”

Before she could even finish, Kenneth pressed his lips against hers all of a sudden, and a passionate

kiss ensued.

This time, though, she didn't push him away. Instead, she responded by slowly reaching for his waist.

The two held onto each other in the hallway.

After God knows how long, Kenneth dragged her in the direction of his room.

He then shut the door and continued to kiss her, his lips touching every inch of Natasha's body like

raindrops.

The woman closed her eyes. Perhaps due to the alcohol, there was an indescribable feeling surging

within her as Kenneth touched her. Still, there was no denying that he was good. He made her feel at

ease and left an unforgettable impression on her.

Natasha thoroughly enjoyed every second—from the moment the door shut to when they moved to the

bed. At the same time, there was a nagging sensation that tormented her inside that felt as if it could

only be relieved by breaking it free from its invisible cage.

As their heavy breaths lingered inside the room, Kenneth propped himself up with his arms and gazed

at the woman beneath him. It was dark, and he could only vaguely see a glimpse of her profile.

“I want you, Nat,” he growled.

Natasha gazed at him; her eyes full of desire too. “I wonder if you've become more skilled compared to

last time.”

Kenneth stilled briefly as he felt his heart skip. “Do you want to find out?”

“I do,” she stated frankly, not hiding her thoughts and eagerness.

She was a regular girl with regular needs, after all. Besides, there was no way she could resist such a

fine man like him.

Kenneth's eyes reddened as though they had been set ablaze, and there was a hint of restraint in his

voice. “Are you deliberately trying to torture me, Nat?”

Natasha giggled. “I guess you saw through me.”

He pinched her waist lightly as a form of punishment before leaning over to nibble on her ear. “It's okay.

We'll see who ends up torturing who,” he muttered.

Now that there was no going back, Natasha didn't want to lose either.

Hence, she wrapped her arms around his neck without warning and stared at him. “In that case, I

suppose I'm going to have to work harder,” she remarked coyly.

“Do you even need to?” Kenneth questioned. Just one look from her was enough to drive him mad.

Natasha burst into laughter. “I'm sorry, then.”

By now, Kenneth felt as though he had been set on fire and was desperate for release.

Then, a sudden thought flashed in his head. “The truth is, Nat, you don't have to apologize. There's

another way.”

Natasha appeared perplexed. “What do you mean?”

With a curl of his lips, Kenneth grabbed her hand and directed it downward.