Ashton’s POV
Pressing my lips to my fist to seal our deal, I lean back and eye my daughter’s chocolate covered face.
‘Okay, deal sealed,’ I state. ‘Now, if you are done, you need to go and wash your face. I’ve laid out your clothes on your bed, so get dressed and I’ll be up to do your hair before I leave.’
The five year old immediately nods, sliding from her chair and races toward the door, disappearing in a blur of energy. The tension that always seems to follow me when the intern is around; settles once more as I blow out a heavy breath. I spent most of the night tossing and turning, feeling more and more like a d.ick over how I handled the information regarding the f.ucktard that is Tom from the park. My annoyance prickles once again at the thought of the guy, I don’t know why I disl
