Chelsea You know that instinct to run when something bad is coming? Yeah. I apparently missed out on that one. Because when Damon Rose came, instead of running, I got pregnant. Damon I remember Chelsea Cross. I remember five years ago when she thought she could handle me. Proving her wrong was…enjoyable. She had hair I wanted to fist, a mouth that only stopped when I kissed it, a body that I needed to press against the nearest wall and claim. And now she wants a job. A smart man would say “no.” But I could teach her the same lesson I taught her five years ago… She can’t even begin to handle me.