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“Actually, I do have a son.”
Charles’ face lights up. He places his reading glasses back on and quickly scans the document in front of him. “It must be your lucky day. The mother of the child, all you need to do is marry her. Then the estate is all yours.”
He makes it sound so simple, an easy answer to a long-standing problem.
I shake my head. “No, Charles. I won’t just marry her for the estate. When it’s time to propose marriage, I want Alexandra to know I’m all in with no strings attached.”
“But, Mr. Cash, we are not talking about a small sum here.”
My hands press on the table as I stand up. “We’re not. But I won’t lose her again. No amount of money in the world is worth it. Just tell me where I need to sign, and I’ll forfeit everything.”
Charles slowly slides the contract in front of me.
There, at the bottom, is my declaration to end my part in this agreement. I grab the pen and sign away.
Now, it’s officially done.
It’s time to move on and start my life all over again.
TWENTY-TWO
ALEXA
The sound of Elijah’s cry wakes me from my slumber.
My eyes open to unfamiliar surroundings. From the big window staring out into the open sky to the king-sized bed with satin sheets. I let out a yawn before reaching over to soothe Elijah. The bedside clock says it’s just after seven in the morning. Damn, that’s a sleep-in for me.
I quickly hop out of bed and set up Elijah’s change mat to change his diaper. When he’s fresh, I get comfortable on the bed to feed him.
Then, I remembered last night.
Shit.
I shake my head and close my eyes, scolding myself for allowing my body to take charge. But the more I berate my actions, the more I realize how much I crave him still. Just being in his presence is hard because no matter how I try to spin it, my attraction toward him is still there.
Maybe, even more so than before.
When Elijah finishes up, I follow by burping him and then carrying him out of the room. My footsteps are faint as silence is all I can hear inside the penthouse. Inside the kitchen, there is a note on the countertop.
Didn’t want to wake you. Had to leave for the office. I’ll call you tonight.
Another formal message like nothing at all happened last night.
“So, back to normal, I guess,” I mutter to myself.
It makes no sense to stay here any longer, so I pack our things but check the news about last night’s hostage situation. Turns out they caught the guy, and thankfully, no one was harmed during the siege.
Several days pass, and not a single call or text. Although I could have easily texted him myself, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. It’s almost as if I made the first move, I’d be admitting I’ve become attached.
And I can’t. There’s too much at stake here.
My mood is all over the place, and bumming around at home only drives my boredom. Visiting my sisters is not an option, mainly because they’re annoying, and we’ll probably end up fighting.
“Alexa, if something is bothering you, you know you can talk to me?” Mom offers as I sit inside the kitchen.
“I’m fine.”
“Okay, then, can you bring this to your father?”
