She stares at me.
I don’t like the resigned look on her face.The way she looks wary and upset with life.With me.I want to see her flushed with pleasure, underneath me and begging for release.I want her naked, eating takeout on the sofa with me.
Off me.
Thing I’ve never wanted with a woman.
Yet I do.I like spending time with Courtney, talking to her, caring about her...
Is it love?
Surely not.
If you like her, if you’re falling in love with her, don’t do anything stupid.Women will forgive some things, but not everything.
I look at her beautiful face for a minute longer and wonder if it’s possible.Could I be in love with her?Or falling?
You’d look beautiful pregnant.
I’ve never taken this sort of risk with a woman.The lack of condoms and putting my entire fucking career on the line.
Does she belong to me?
I see a picture of my future with her in and I’m not sure how to feel about that.It’s nice.But also terrifying and exciting.
“What are you doing?Why are you looking at me like that?”Courtney frowns.
If she knew my thoughts, what would she do or say?
She’s not the woman I thought she was.Sandy killed our friend to inherit billions of his dollars.We vowed not to let any woman do that to us.One by one, my friends have fallen in love with and trusted those women enough to let them into their hearts.
At great risk.
By right, Courtney is claiming her half of the marital assets from Adam Blackmore.When she first stepped into my office, I decided she was a gold digger.She had never worked; she’d contributed nothing to the fortune Adam amassed nor done anything to better herself throughout the marriage.She’d simply lived off his credit cards and enjoyed the fruits of his labor.
I was wrong.
Each week I’ve watched him attempt to destroy her while she held back something.I’ve done this job for long enough to know it’s there lurking despite his cruelty.Whatever it is, she’s not talking.If she wanted his money, she wouldn’t hesitate.
Unless it implicates her...
I can’t see how.Courtney is not involved with the business, and he’s kept her separate from their finances.As her lawyer, Courtney could tell me without any repercussions—within reason.
My instincts now tell me this is just a rag-to-riches situation, and he’s been a bullying spouse.Soon she’ll be independently rich, equal to me, and able to choose any man she desires.
She doesn’t need a man.
Nor sperm, in truth.
What a fucking idiot I am.
Either I’ve offended her, or she knows she’s not pregnant while I stand here demanding to know if she’s carrying my baby.
I need to fucking know.
And as much as I don’t want to admit it, a part of me wants this.I want her.I want the fictitious child.
Fuck.
