The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption (Noah and Sierra) novel Chapter 325

We head to the kitchen and the moment we get there, I move to grab a pan, but Adrian gently nudges me toward one of the bar stools.

"Sit," He commands.

“I can help.”

“You can supervise,” he says. “Doctor’s orders.”

“But I…”

He raises a brow. “No buts, just do as I say.”

I roll my eyes but take the seat anyway. “You’re so bossy.”

He chuckles, “And you’re stubborn as fuck.”

“I got it from my Mama.” I say proudly.

“I haven’t met her, but from the stories you’ve told me, I don’t doubt it one bit.”

I watch him move around the kitchen like he’s done this a thousand times before.

“And your dad?” he asks. “I’ve never heard you mention him.”

I sigh and shift more comfortably in the chair. “That’s because I don’t know him.”

“Don’t know him as in you’ve never met him, or he left when you were a kid?” he asks, pouring the eggs into the pan.

“I’ve never met him,” I answer. “Mom never talked about him, and any question about him was shot down faster than the Flash could move. Hell, even my grandma didn’t know who my dad was.”

Grandma died two years after I finished college, and even she had no idea. Mom had simply shown up one day when she was around four months pregnant and told her she was going to be a grandmother.

When Grandma asked who the father was, Mom told her it wasn’t important.

“What about pictures? His name? Your birth certificate?”

“Nothing. My birth certificate only has Mom’s name on it.”

“I’ve heard that growing up without a parent can’t be… difficult… Was it the same for you?” he asks, pausing to look at me.

“Not at all,” I say honestly. “I had so much love around me that it barely registered… My best friend’s dad was like a father to me, and so was my baby daddy’s father. I was surrounded by so many father figures that I never really missed him.”

“I guess I’ll have to personally thank each and every one of those father figures,” Adrian says with a small smile. “I just hope they won’t shoot me in the head for daring to date you.”

I can’t help but laugh. “They might.”

He stops stirring the eggs. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

I laugh again. “Uncle Gabe used to tell us he’d bury any man who tried to date us… He’d say he didn’t want any boys, lips, or peckers anywhere near us.”

Adrian just stands there, staring into space like he’s seriously reconsidering his life choices, and that only makes me laugh harder.

“Did I scare you?” I ask, trying to suppress my laughter.

Do I look scared?” he asks with bravado.

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