“How could you be so sure?”
My lips tease hers with a simple kiss that sends my blood races in my veins. Only the briefest and softness of touches from her has my body reacting like a chemical reaction. “Tell Wallace then. Give him everything he’s ever wanted…us gone.”
Bay tucks her chin into her chest, breaking the intimate contact. “I can’t.”
“Why?”
I swear, I hear her groan a bit at being forced to give me her vulnerabilities, but the sooner we get this shit out in the open, the better.
“Because I’m part of them.”
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“Ah,Haven. Thank you for showing up on such short notice.”
It takes everything in me to be here right now.
I received a text message from Emilio this morning asking me to visit his warehouse and that was all.
It’s urgent.
Two words that summoned me here out of curiosity and anxiety.
“Ozzy, son.” Emilio gestures to a white door. “I appreciate you bringing her by.”
I start for the door before my sperm donor opens it and permits me access inside.
My adrenaline is spiked, everything in me demands I leave because this isn’t good for my mental health, and I’m dizzy.
I haven’t felt well all morning since his message, and I just want to get this over with.
“I’m glad you’re both getting along.” I really want him to shut the fuck up now. “How is married life?”
Emilio takes the black leather chair behind a very large desk that’s too big for the small space, but that’s neither here nor there. Several brown boxes line up against the white walls; no pictures are hung, and the air is stale and thick.
I hear Ozzy shut the door with a soft click ,and I force a sentence out to appease the moron in front of me so we can move on.
“Things are good.”
He fake-smiles at me. “Good. This is my foreman’s place, I hope you don’t mind.”
Like I give a serious shit.
“Not at all,” I profess evenly, taking a seat and biding my time while waiting for what Emilio really wants to tell me. Why the sudden meeting that has made my stomach ball up for hours now.
My husband doesn’t take the spot next to me, instead having my back and the least vulnerable spot in the small space.
And I can’t help but feel safe against my biggest adversary, who just happens to be my sperm donor.
“I called you here today to speak about something serious.” Restlessness falls over me. Taunting the fact that he’s on to everything I have planned thus far. “I saw the video, Haven.”
Video.
The only video that would mean anything in this scenario. The bane of my existence, and how in the hell is everyone finding out about this?
And it wasn’t even a sex tape that could possibly go viral, for fuck’s sake.