Nathan wondered if he was losing his mind. Did he just seriously offer to help Melodee out with adopting Jewel? Damn, they weren’t even sure that the kid had no family, but something about Melodee turned him into a mindless dick. He was all gallant, wanting to save her, rescue abandoned children and probably wrestle wolves or something equally asshole worthy. It had to be Melodee, there was something so unique about her. She had what his gran liked to call ‘that special something’. It was women like Melodee who got his socialite mother’s bitch claws out: intelligent and effortlessly beautiful, no need for make-up, Botox, or whatever other shit women pumped into themselves. Nowadays, Nathan avoided those women; they were more trouble than they were worth. Not to say he hadn’t taken advantage of their numerous offers over the years. Shit, they threw their underwear at him when he took the court in the big games. Though he never understood why the fuck women thought he’d want their underwear.
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