Alex
Valen liked me. The innocence in his wide eyes tugged at something in me, and transferring my hatred for Byron onto him felt downright cruel.
Despite his young age, the questions he fired at me were sharp and beyond his years, piquing my fascination more with each word. Alexis watched silently until the nanny called for Valen to take a nap.
"I don't want to sleep. I want to stay with Uncle Alex," he whined, flashing a cheeky smile. “You have the same name as Mommy. Alex and Alexis.”
My breath hitched as Alexis leaned forward for her son. Her milky boobs made my b***r unbearable.
"Come on, honey. You need to go," she mildly scolded her son.
Valen glanced my way. His eyes pleaded for rescue and hoped I’d intervene. When I didn’t, his face fell.
"Will you come visit us again?"
