Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
“What’s this?”
Poppy Brown looked up from where she lay on the couch. Her skirt was still rucked up around her waist and her blouse hung open from when she and Ed had had sex. “I don’t know.”
Ed stalked toward her and she shrank back a little bit at the menace that seemed to be vibrating from him. When they’d hooked up at the bar, he’d been super sweet. He’d even been nice to Finn, and she couldn’t have that, so she’d sent the boy back to the boy’s home.
When she’d told Ed what she’d done with her nephew, he’d been happy and said he wasn’t a fan of kids but had been nice to him for her sake.
Now that it was the two of them, they could do whatever they wanted.
The sex they shared had been wild and all over the house.
Ed seemed to take her whenever he wanted, and she was okay with that.
Each time she’d returned Finn to the home, she’d felt guilty for doing it, but she wasn’t ready to be a mom.
She’d had no idea, when her brother and sister-in-law asked her if she’d be Finn’s guardian, that two months later she’d be responsible for him.
She wanted to enjoy her twenties without being stuck looking after a kid.
She loved Finn, but she couldn’t have him all the time.
Sighing she reached down and picked up the wine glass, guzzling the remains of the liquid, grimacing at the warmness of the white wine. It didn’t erase her feelings of inadequacy like it once used to.
Ed stopped in front of her, waving the paper. “This paper says that your brat, Finn, is the beneficiary of some money?”
Poppy thought for a few seconds about what he was talking about. “Oh yeah, that’s right. But I don’t get anything from it. It’s held in trust until Finn turns eighteen.”
“Have you seen how much this trust is worth?” Ed demanded, waving the sheet again.
Sitting up she pulled her skirt down and buttoned up her blouse.
“Give it to me.” She held out her hand. When he handed her the paper, she scanned it.
The amount written on the paper shocked her.
She had no idea how much the trust fund was worth.
Normally, whenever she got a letter from the company in charge of the account, she shoved it into a drawer and forgot about it, until it was too full, and then she just dumped everything in the garbage. “That’s a lot of money.”
“It is. Why don’t you have control over it? Or at least get some sort of monthly allowance for looking after the kid.”
“Money does get deposited into my account once a month which I use to help pay for the rent on this place. But as for not having control over it, it’s what my brother arranged.”
“I wonder what would happen to the money, if something happened to the kid. Would you get the money? You know, being his only relative.”
The wine was going to her head. She should’ve had something to eat, but going to the stores was too hard some days. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
Where was Ed going with this? She was about to ask him, but he pulled the piece of paper from her hand. As he pushed his jeans down, his cock sprung out, hard and ready. “Again?” she asked, reopening her blouse for him.
“Yeah, large sums of money turn me on.”
He hauled her up and carried her into the bedroom. At least he’d fuck her on the bed this time.