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Card carrying geek? 1000%
Alex 2.0?
TBD.
Alex smirked.
He’s a south paw. I’m a south paw.
P.
So are 700 million people in the world…
Including Lady Gaga.
Is she your kid, too? Because if so, you owe me concert tickets.
A surge of pride and connection welled within Alex as he watched the boy rescramble the cube, and play with it again. TheDwas the first pattern he had ever created on the Rubik’s cube, and now, his own flesh and blood had effortlessly replicated it.
They continued their drive without a word—Alex capturing a quick selfie with AJ when AJ was too engrossed to notice. In the rearview mirror, Jordan just rolled her eyes.
Then, she gave him the look.Thatlook. The one that silently conveyed,“Aren’t you going to call your wife?”
Alex tapped the phone, clicked on his favorites, and hovered over the image of Madison.My beautiful wife.
For a moment, he took in her eyes, her hair, those perfect, plump lips. What would he say?
Hey, honey, I know you’re pregnant and all, but good news! I’ve got a son.He’s a closed-off teenager with trust issues and a penchant for theft, but I’m bringing him home.
And, oh, by the way, I have no idea who his mother is…
He pocketed the phone and looked up. Jordan just shook her head.
He threw her a scowl.Don’t start…
CHAPTER11
MADISON
Madison read the card, set it down, picked it back up, and read it again. Her finger traced each of the letters.
Mrs. Drake — Let’s meet. xoxo, A.
Again, she stared at the photo. The boy was handsome, broody, and so much like her husband, it made her heart squeeze. The distinctive silver and blue emblem on his blazer suggested a prestigious private school, and those eyes…
Could Alex have a son?
Madison shook her head. Alex could no more have a secret son than he could resist tempting me with his wit, dick, or desserts.
I swear, that man is the devil.
Most women would give up their soul to lay claim to Alex Drake, global billionaire. So, a missing heir?
Not possible.
Voices echoed from the hall, drawing Madison’s attention. Alex was home, but who was he with? With the photo and card still in her hand, she headed down.
“I won’t need your services after all,” Alex was telling Damian. Madison watched as he handed him a thick, little envelope—presumably a stack of cash. He was cutting Damian’s services short, but why?
