here to see it, quickly followed by disdain because I’d missed so much of this. None of that overshadowed the instant hard-on I got just standing there watching her, though.
It wasn’t the first time my body has responded to her since she came back, but it was the strongest. I hate this shit, hate that she can still make me feel…anything. Still make me want her even though I hate her more than I’ve ever hated anyone or anything before.
I started to make my escape since she hadn’t seen me as yet, but then she cupped the back of his head as she gazed down at him. There was such tenderness in the move that I felt that shit in my core. How could she show such kindness to my child if she hates me? Isn’t it a foregone conclusion that if a woman hates the father of her child, then she would hate said, child?
I slipped back out of the room, confused as hell. I’d played around with the idea that she’d become my wife to use me as a sperm donor, but that didn’t gel for me. Unless I’m the world’s biggest dupe, there’s no way I was wrong about her genuine feelings for me. And besides, I was the one who’d gone after her, hard.
She’d done everything to avoid me in those early days after our chance meeting at the gallery where she was interning. I’d gone in there to find something for mom for her birthday and found more than I’d bargained for. Something about the soft-spoken unassuming woman who didn’t go out of her way to fawn all over me when she learned my name had caught my interest.
When her attitude didn’t change when I dropped a cool million on an oil painting, I was even more intrigued. Usually, in this town, all it takes is my name to have women putting it all out there, but not this one. She’d acted as if I were no different from anyone else in the gallery and had barely spared me a glance as I left.
I’d stood outside the window out of her sight, of course, to see what she would do next. My egotistical ass couldn’t believe that she had been as unaffected as she pretended. Not since middle school has there been a female who could resist my charms. Surely she was going to rush to her phone as soon as I cleared the door to call all of her friends and gush about me.
I was well aware of the games some women played. And since she knew I would be back to pick up the painting once it was framed, maybe she was just playing a game of cat and mouse. But no, that day she hadn’t gone to her bag to grab her phone. She’d just tagged the painting as sold and made some notations as to what kind of framing etc. at least I think that’s what she was writing.
I’d walked away from her that day feeling confused as hell, but even more, I was intrigued. So no, she hadn’t used me to get her with child, at least that much I know to be true. So what the hell was it? I was halfway to my room and bemoaning the fact that I wouldn’t get to say goodnight to my son when my phone rang in my pocket.
“Silas? What do you have for me?” Silas is the head of security for my corporation and the one also in charge of looking after mom and dad when they travel. His team of men and women work mostly in the shadows, but they’re known for more than just being human shields. They can find out anything about anyone, given the time and money to do it.
“Good evening Mr. Addison, I’ve got the results you wanted from the license plate number you gave. Sorry, it took so long, but I wanted to be thorough.”
“Go ahead.”
“The car comes back to a PI firm. It’s run by a man named Sorenson, not the best reputation and skating on thin ice where his license is concerned. He’s known for crossing many lines that should never be crossed.”
“He has a team working with him, so it’s hard to say who exactly was in the car unless we can get a picture of them. You say there were two of them, right?”
“Yes, tell you what, I’ll let them pick up my trail again tomorrow and give you a heads-up.