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“No need to look so suspicious, darling.”
Arms snake around my middle and Holly’s face presses into the space between my shoulder blades. Instantly, I tense. I don’t need her touching me and I sure as shit don’t need her scent all over me. I shove her arms off and turn around, keeping plenty of space between the two of us.
“Don’t touch me,” I warn, trying to keep my voice even. “You said you wanted to talk. So talk.”
She smirks. It’s the first time I notice that she’s got a bit of color on her lips. A poisonous kind of red.
“We can always multitask,” she murmurs. “There’s plenty of things I can do while talking. Even if my mouth is full.”
As if trying to make a point, she approaches me again. This time, she doesn’t touch me—she touches herself. Her hands slip over her breasts, nipples showing through the thin top. Her eyes hood and a soft groan escapes her painted lips.
I snatch her wrist. “I will leave.”
Her expression darkens just a moment before it flickers back to playfulness. “I’m just kidding around, Reese. Don’t be such a dick.”
Yeah, this chick is definitely fucking crazy. Rolling my eyes, I plop onto her couch. “I’ll ask you one more time: What. The. Fuck. Do. You. Want.”
She chuckles and tucks her legs up under her as she reclines in the armchair, showing off acres of bare thigh in the process.
I hate to admit it, but I can see why she would have appealed to me. She’s an absolute sexpot. But all the things that would have drawn me to her are completely out the window now. That’s what happens when you fuck with my family and the girl that I love.
“You’re so aggressive,” she says, her voice breathy and seductive. “You’re so sure that I’m a liar and a scam artist, but you came here anyway? I think you believe me. In fact, I think you know the truth. You’re just being stubborn.”
“What I think is that maybe we fucked and you’re just very good at faking proof of something more,” I counter. “So what do you want, huh? Money? I got that. Anything to make you fuck off and get out of my life.”
The corner of her mouth quirks. She’s amused. I’m a fucking joke to her.
Not for long.
“Why would I take your money when I already have what I want? A husband and a beautiful daughter. You think so little of me, Reese, but I’m not the only one that committed to this.”
I scoff, incredulous. “You must think I’m fuckin’ dumb. If we’re married, why didn’t you come back to Dallas with me? What about Violet? You left her on my doorstep in the middle of the night. You want me to believe you abandoned our daughter, if you’re who you say you are?”
Her smirk turns a little nasty as her exposed, pale shoulder shrugs. “The wedding happened so fast,” she explains. “Getting hitched in Vegas… It was all such a whirlwind of a week. We partied hard. Took a plunge. But I couldn’t just give up my whole life to come back here with you. Then I realized I was pregnant. I didn’t know if I could handle the limelight and fame. So I stayed away. It hurt, you know. Realizing you didn’t remember me when I remembered you.”
Something’s not adding up. My eyes narrow. “How did we even know each other? Hm? How’d we meet?”
“In Vegas, of course,” she says. But it comes a little too easily. Like it’s rehearsed.
“And you agreed to marry me after a week?”
“Who wouldn’t say yes to you?” Holly leans in close, letting her perfume waft over me. “You’re Reese Dalton, after all. Handsome and charming and… very, very talented.”
Her hand slides up my leg. Her fingers leave an uncomfortable tingling sensation as she creeps to my crotch. Before Olivia, I could see this going somewhere.
Now, all I feel is disgust.
Before she can get too far, I remove her hand. “You say all this, but there ain’t no way you went through an entire pregnancy without coming forward.”
She frowns. “Like I said, I thought you didn’t remember me and… I was scared.” Her bottom lip pokes out. Her eyes widen, a perfectly practiced innocence that’d probably work on another man, but I refuse to let it work on me.
“Somehow, I don’t believe that.”
Irritation flickers behind her eyes. “I showed you the marriage license,” she persists. “And the pictures. I even agreed to a DNA test. Why would I do all that if I’m lying?”
“I can admit we’ve probably fucked, but this whole scheme about Vegas? Nah. I don’t even remember going to Vegas. I’ve never been that fucking wasted.”
“You can’t deny legal evidence,” she says evenly. “Not even you with all your money.”
