Page 66 of Saved by Him

“You’re trespassing,” Jalen said, folding his arms over his chest. “Don’t make me call the police. You know it’ll end up in the tabloids, and neither of us want that.”

“You won’t do it. You won’t have the mother of your child arrested simply for wanting to talk to you.”

I made a derisive sound that drew her glare to me. “We know he’s not the father of your baby. If you’re even pregnant at all.”

“I am pregnant, you bitch! How dare you accuse me of lying!”

I lifted a shoulder. “Well, you’re a liar, so there’s that,” I said mildly.

“A woman named Adeline Fowler came to see me yesterday,” Jalen said, his voice surprisingly calm and low. “She claims that you told her brother that he was the father.”

Elise jutted out her chin like some mutinous child. “She’s lying.”

“So you do know her?” I asked.

Elise flushed an even deeper shade of red. “I’ve seen her at various events. She’s always been jealous of me.”

“I’m supposed to believe that it’s a coincidence that the day after I’m told you’re telling multiple men that you’re pregnant with their kid, you show up here, demanding we talk?”

“I want us to be a family.” Tears glittered in her eyes.

Crocodile tears.

“Maybe you can explain something to me, then,” he said. “I dropped my phone in the living room on Monday, and it bounced under the couch. Imagine my surprise when I found it and a pack of condoms beneath it. One was missing.”

Elise shrugged but didn’t meet Jalen’s eyes. “How am I supposed to know where you fuck her?”

A muscle in his jaw twitched. “The receipt was down there too. It was from that night. We used a condom.”

“You don’t know that,” she countered. “It doesn’t mean anything. And they don’t always work. It says so right on the package.”

“If you’re that sure, go to the doctor tomorrow and get a paternity test,” I suggested. “Then we’ll all know for sure.”

“Iknow for sure,” she snapped. “And you stay out of this. I told you that I don’t want you anywhere near my baby or my husband.”

“Give it a rest, Elise.” Jalen shook his head.

The doorbell rang again.

“What the hell?” I muttered as I moved to get it. “What’s the point of having state-of-the-art security if people can get to the damn door?”

I opened the door and thought of a better question.

What was the point of having a camera to show who was outside the door if no one used it?

“Happy New Year, little girl,” my father said. “It’s time for me to finish the job.”

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