Connor’s POV
I drop down heavily onto my bed, cradling my head in my hands as I blow out a breath. I know Wynter didn’t mean anything but her words, about me not being Grace’s father making me weird . . . it hit harder than expected.
I know I’m Grace’s father, both on paper, and in the eyes of the law, but it will never change the fact that she has another man’s DNA.
‘It was just a joke Connor, stop being so f.ucking sensitive’ I mutter to myself angrily. I just can’t shake the discomfort that the brunette might think less favourably about me if she knew I wasn’t Grace’s biological dad. I don’t even know why that bothers me, she’s my employee, she doesn’t get to have an opinion on my bond with my daughter.
My phone rings beside me, and I snatch it up, swiping to accept without botherin
