Page 10 of Secret Baby with My One Timer

My father stares at me. His head tilts to one side before she says, “You’ve changed a little in two years. Broader, a little older, but you still look like you.”

“We were both wearing masks that night,” I say with a groan.

My father’s eyes pop open. “A mask. Were you at a ball?”

“It was a sex club.” My words flow out. “Oscar Bridge’s father’s club.”

“Club X! You paid her?”

I nod. Fuck! “It’s not as bad as it sounds. She sold herself in the virgin auctions. When I asked why she was doing it, she told me, ‘I want to be in charge of my body.’”

His chest heaves as he stares at me. “You fucking idiot. Didn’t you use a condom?”

“I did.”

“Then how the fuck is the child yours?”

“The first time we had sex, the condom split,” I whisper. I bite the inside of my cheek. I didn’t know, not until I pulled out.

“Did she know?” My father’s voice is a low growl. I shake my head to another grunt. “Did you tell her?”

I panicked at first, then seeing my cum inside her sent me fucking feral. She watched me remove the condom and throw it in the bin before I told her I wanted to be back inside her. I’d paid her thirty-three thousand dollars. I wanted more. Honestly, I just wanted to push my seed back inside her.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Why did I do that?

“That was fucking stupid, but now you have to stand up for what is right,” my father says, picking up his phone and dialing a number. “I need to meet with you today.”

“What are you doing?” I utter.

“Calling a lawyer to find out about your rights to the child.”

I wasn’t planning on taking the child away from her mother, just want to be in her life. “What about my career?”

“What about your child?” my father retorts.

Less than an hour later, we’re riding in the elevator going to my father’s lawyer.

The girl standing behind my father is talking to her mom about Christmas on her cell. It sounds like her mother won’t be around and the girl is trying to convince her mom she’ll go to her friend’s home.

I turn to her. She’s nice looking; tall, dark-haired, and she is staring at my father’s ass.

I clear my throat. Her gaze swiftly moves to my face. Her cheeks are pink in an instance, and she can’t get out of the doors quick enough once they open.

We stroll in the opposite direction and I think my father is oblivious to the attention she gave him.

“Gaston. It’s been a long time.” My father holds his hand out to his lawyer.

Gaston Jacks is the principal lawyer and owner of the company.

I went to college with his eldest son, Garrett, who would always tell me how stupid his younger brother, Finn, was for falling for the first girl who looked his way. All because Garrett likes his women like his cars: fast and disposable.

Maybe Garrett is right. From my understanding, Finn never ever got over his first love. After traveling the world for one year to get over her, he plowed his life into becoming a hard ass lawyer. Just like his father.

“It has, and I know this isn’t your field of law, but I want what I’m about to tell you to stay quiet and I want a fast result.”

Gaston narrows his eyes. “Are you in trouble?”

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