Page 13 of Surprise! I'm Engaged To My Boss
But the test had proven it: she was my baby. And all I wanted was the right to be her father.
But her maternal grandparents were not willing to allow that. The decision would be left to a judge.
A case that I’d do anything to win.
I was a father wanting custody of his own daughter after the death of the child's mother.
Well, the odds to win would be in my favor. If I wasn't...me.
A fucking party-loving, womanizing, irresponsible playboy.
“I can't accept this shitty deal, Janet.”
“If these videos are exposed in the trial, you could lose even that, Michael. They will insist that you are a bad influence on the child, and therefore you may noteven have the right to see her. You have a lot of money and influence, but so do the Harrises. You are the girl’s father, but they are her maternal grandparents, who have been raising her since she was born. There is absolutely nothing left in your favor.”
“But I have the best and most insightful lawyer in the State of California. You will find a solution. Tell me you will, Janet, please.”
“I can't work if I don't have anything in my favor. I know you were completely drunk last night but try to remember something that might help you in some way.”
I rested my forehead on my hands and closed my eyes again. I needed to make an effort, I needed to remember something, anything.
Trying to use the scenes I saw in the video as a parameter, I forced myself to remember those moments.
The stupid dance in the elevator...
Maybe I remembered it a little.
The redhead and I sang the chorus of a pop song I didn't even know I knew together, while she slapped my ass.
And she’d commented something about me being hot...
That didn't help me.
I followed the memories. We got out of the elevator, started making out.
I don't think that was the first time I had kissed her. We had exchanged a few kisses before in the hotel lobby.
I remembered squeezing her ass and making a mental note that it was very firm and delicious, and...
Again, this didn't help.
I strained my mind a little more.
We entered the room, took off our clothes, started kissing again, and...
She stopped.
Not only did she stop kissing me, she practically collapsed into my arms.
I called her. I shook her and everything, but... she was asleep. She was practically out, still standing in my arms.
I remember, at that moment, feeling my head spin and almost collapsing, taking her down with me.That was it — I was tired. Fucking exhausted. A kind of unbearable, bone-deep exhaustion.
Without much strength, I managed to throw the woman on the bed and threw myself next to her, turned to the side, and...
Darkness.
I just blacked out.
