The Baby's Father I

"Of course it's not!" Aiden immediately denied it, a patented look of disgust on his face. It wasn't too hard to fake it; he had thoroughly regretted his decision to stick his cock into Emmeline. 

"Mom, you can't believe what those people are saying! I might not like Matteo, but that doesn't mean I'll go as far as to cuck him― and with Emmeline out of all people. Mom, I have standards."

Catherine stared back at him, unimpressed. After all, she was his mother, and she knew all too well what standards her son had for women in the past. Either wide-eyed innocents who fell to the charms of a leather jacket and a motorcycle, or vapid bimbos who wanted a rich handsome man to hang off.

"What! Mom, my standards might be low, but I have them. And you know Emmeline isn't my type," Aiden continued. "She's too annoying to be worth any fun."