Bound By His Daughter

“I live here.” she said as-a-matter-of-fact.
Ceaser was confused. “The owner of the house?”
If she owned the house then...
“I own the house...” she said “...now at least.” she murmured.
“Who owned it previously?” he asked, praying silently that she would give him a name and he’d be on his way in search of the
previous owners.
She stilled and just stared at him. She shook her head and blinked fast. Then she looked back at him.
“I’m sorry for my bad manners. Do you want to come in?” She smiled at him.
The change in her expression was so fast that he felt like he stumbled in.
“Sure.” He said, stepping in as she opened the door wide.
Ceaser entered and waited for her to shut the door behind her then she led him into the living room which he could see from
entrance.
They entered the living room and Ceaser saw some toys at the corner and a duster on the table.
She was cleaning.
“I’m sorry about the mess.” She said as she picked the duster and took it to the kitchen which was open to the living room. “Have
a seat please.”
Ceaser sat and waited for her to join him.
“Can I get you anything?” She called from the kitchen.
“Water is fine.” He said really needing to cool down.
He heard the tap run, then a few seconds later she came back with a cup of clear water and handed it to him.
“Thank you.” He took it from her and took a sip.

Jules took the seat next to his as Ceaser placed the glass on the table and then turned to her.
“I want to thank you for yesterday. I would have gotten there late or not at all.” She spoke before he could get out a word.
“Don’t mention.” His gaze on her the entire time as he tried to digest that the woman he may or may not have a thing for might be
his daughter’s adoptive mum. His head was in a mess and he was trying to focus on what she was saying than the situation he
was in.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get to introduce myself yesterday.” She said.
Ceaser didn’t have the chance to reply before she continued.
“I’m Jules Jenna.”
Ceaser stilled as her name confirmed his suspicion. He took in the fact that she was who he was looking for which was exactly
what he was afraid of. That she’d end up being the one.
The one he called a ‘baby stealer’. The one whom all he wanted from was to get close to, gain her trust, then take his child
slowly away from right under her nose.
But now, could he do that? When he had seen the way, she was with her child...his child.
“Are you okay?” Jules asked when his expression had gone sour.
“Yea, I...I just realized I have to be somewhere.” He stood up “I apologize for showing up unannounced.”
Jules got up slowly.
“It’s alright.” she said “At least I got a chance to thank you for last night, again.” She led him towards the door.
Jules opened the door for him and waited as he stepped out, she stood and watched Ceaser walk down the stairs rounding his
car and opening the door. But before he got in, he looked at her.
“I’m Ceaser by the way.” Ceaser said. “Ceaser Thom...”
He couldn’t give away his full identity now. He thought the mother to his daughter would already know who he was through the
media but she didn’t. He could use that to his advantage. If she knew who he was, she was likely to either fall to his feet or not

give him the time of the day. And from the little taste of what he had gotten from her the previous night, he was sure it would be
the latter.
It was hard to believe a woman like her still existed in the world, women who didn’t care about money and status as most of them
did. She was different, she was good, kind and uninterested in wealth or status and if she found out who he was, she was likely
to turn her back on him and walk away. He couldn’t let that happen. Not now.
“Ceaser Thomas.” He said with a smile.
She gave him a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes and nodded.
“It’s nice meeting you.”
“Same.” Ceaser said before he got into his car and drove off, his mind going ballistic.
Jules’ gaze followed his car till it was out of sight.
Ceaser Thomas.
Jules thought.
She knew his name now but how did he find her?
She entered the house and shut the door behind her. Sighing, she leaned her back against the door and placed her hand on her
beating heart.
How in the world was he able to do this to her steady heart? Boy, was he gorgeous? He was...flawless. She’d never been this
way just by being around a guy before. But something about this one made her heart race so fast...and furious.
Goodness, she sounded like a school girl ranting on about her crush of the week.
She walked back into the kitchen grabbing the duster, she headed into the living room to continue her cleaning, trying to keep
this Ceaser Thomas out of her head when the man in question couldn’t keep her out of his head.
It felt wrong.
Ceaser thought.

Everything did. He was unsure of himself now.
Before he had put a picture to the name Jules Jenna, he had imagined what Jules Jenna looked like and more importantly, what
she was like with his daughter. Then he had met a woman at the beginning of the week and twice during. The way she was with
that child showed how caring she was and her love for her child. To him, those were two different women. But now he knows
those women are the same. The woman was Jules Jenna. Jules Jenna was the one he thought of as caring and loving. Jules
Jenna wasn’t anything he had imagined her to be, she was beautiful, humble, she sparked something in him and most
importantly, she genuinely loved his child.
Ceaser sighed.
What exactly was he supposed to do now that he knew she was the woman with his child; the woman whose life he intended on
wrecking?
Ceaser was so confused when he pulled his car into his drive way and got out. He slammed the door and made his way inside
the apartment straight through the living room, up the stairs, down the hall and into his room. He plopped down on his bed lying
on his back, eyes fixated on the ceiling with his hands behind his head.
He sighed heavily.
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