“Good, because I’ve been craving Japanese all day, and that reservation was hard to get.”
“Bullshit.You gave your name, and someone else had their booking canceled.”
Drew smirks and takes another sip.
I sigh and glance around the room.His world looks different now with Gemma and Zoe in it.Fuller.Richer.I can’t deny that, despite how I feel about committing my life to someone who could rip my heart out and take half my wealth.
“You came here to talk.We have all night if you need, but I’ve never seen you like this.I’m curious, but more so concerned.”Drew tilts his head.
“No body.No murder,” I assure him.“But I forgot to use a condom last weekend and...”
“Jesus, Zander.”He lowers his glass.“No offense, buddy, but I thought this was something criminal, and you were going into hiding.Seriously, you look pale.”
I lift my ankle onto my knee.
“She’s my client.”
Drew blinks.
I wait.
“Bullshit.”
I shake my head.
“Fuck.”He runs a hand through his hair, then looks me dead in the eye.“Pay her.Lock this up in a contract so tight she won’t and can’t breathe near you.Jesus, you of all people know how to do that.”
He’s right.
I do.
And yet, I’m not and haven’t....
“What do you need?Cash?If you want to liquify fast, I can help,” he offers, and in a sadistic way, my heart warms.
Drew manages high-risk takeovers, and because of that, his net worth goes up and down constantly.More so than most billionaires, including me, he can get his hands on large amounts of cash.Quickly.
My gaze drifts to the lights of the city outside.
I have gone over this a thousand times.Courtney has reason to stay quiet about us being involved intimately, as she needs my firm to complete the divorce settlement.
Then what?
If she’s carrying my kid and wants to blackmail me, she holds all the cards.
Dammit, I shouldn’t have sent all those fucking messages.
“I need to know if she’s pregnant.”I lean forward, my elbows on my knees.“She won’t respond and didn’t take the pill.”
“Classic move.”
“Yeah.”I let out a dry laugh and run a hand through the front of my hair.Then stand and walk to the floor to ceiling windows, staring out at the night lights.“What if she is, Drew?”
“Knocked up?”
I nod without turning to face him.
“Then ask her to abort it.If that’s what you want.”
