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‘You can be an involved dad—’
‘I am living under the same roof as this baby!’he overrode her furiously.‘Either you live under it with me or I have custody and I will fight to the death for that, don’t think for a second I won’t.’Every muscle in his body was hard, every word shot out.‘And trust me on this, Cally.When I fight, I win.’
She stared at the stranger in her room.She’d never glimpsed this side of him in that sex-drenched weekend.Then he’d been all about lust and laughter and unbelievable thrills.
She deepened her analysis—suddenly remembering the way he’d won the bet.This was a man happy to take risks to ensure he got what he wanted.
Calculated.Merciless.Driven.
No wonder his company was so successful.No wonder he had the reputation for being such a shark in the business arena.Single-minded, he was able to do whatever it took to ensure he got the result he required.
He was right.She had picked the wrong guy.
Desperately she searched for another way to appeal to him.‘We don’t have to marry to get what we both want.’
‘What I want, Cally, is for my child to grow up as part of a family.’
That stopped her.Family?From the man who never talked marriage and babies?Suddenly he was talking family?
Anger resurged in her.She knew all about family.About betrayal and loss and how much it hurt when the security you were supposed to get never eventuated.Her parents had married for this exact reason—because her mother had got pregnant.And that marriage had failed—her mother walking out on them less than two years later and leaving her father in one hell of an ugly mess.
She paced towards him.‘How can you honestly marry me?How can you promise to love me?How can you make that vow if you’re always so honest?If you always “deliver on your promises”?’Scathingly she quoted him and then braced for the answer.
It was a while coming.When he did speak, it was quietly, deliberately and woundingly truthful.‘You’re carrying my flesh and blood.You are the mother of my child.I will always honour you.I will always respect you.’
Components of love perhaps—but certainly not the whole recipe.He would never love her in that true sense.He didn’t quite say it, but he didn’t have to.She understood he had no other depth of feeling for her and, while it struck at her own dangerously soft heart, at least now she knew her child would have the benefit of two adoring parents.Emotion threatened to topple her, tears burning the backs of her eyes.‘This baby means that much to you?’
‘Yes.’He looked at her quizzically.‘Is that such a surprise, Cally?Or is it only women who are allowed a strong parental urge?’
‘No.’She shook her head.She knew damn well some women didn’t have any kind of a parental urge at all—her mother for one.But her father?Her father had loved her and cared for her and right this minute she missed him more than ever.She couldn’t deny her baby the possibility of a relationship as close as that with its own father.That realisation struck deep into her, and that moment she knew her fate was sealed.‘Of course not.’
But while her father had been capable of great love, he’d been capable of deep hurt too.He’d been broken-hearted by her mother—by her blithe betrayal and her rejection of both him and their child.Cally was more her father’s daughter than her mother’s—she already knew how much she could hurt; Luc had proven that.Since then she’d tried to keep her heart hidden and protected.Unfortunately a little part had crept out under Blake’s playful caresses those few weeks ago.She knew she couldn’t handle the kind of humiliation and hurt that would come if she ended up falling for him while he felt nothing for her other than a kind of gratitude.She had to keep some kind of distance.Surely she had to say no to him.
But how could she?He’d win; he’d always win.He’d warned her just now and she knew to believe him.And the difference between her and Blake and the situation of her parents was thatbothshe and Blake wanted this baby.Whereas her mother hadn’t, her mother had wanted money and a name, not a baby to have to care for.
Blake was making it clear he wanted to care for their child.He was determined to be there for it every step of the way—as her father had been there for her.How could she deny her child that?
Cally hid the internal quiver.She was trapped.So much of her didn’t want a false marriage, but she couldn’t rob her baby of its right to two loving parents.
She’d got a little more than she’d paid for on their wager, but the result was priceless.She’d sell everything to keep her child—her body, her heart, her soul.
Blake studied his bride-to-be and couldn’t decide what he wanted more—to shake her or to kiss her.Fired-up fury ran through his veins and he tried to ice it up.He’d been taken for a ride and he didn’t like it.But he was back in the driver’s seat and there he’d stay—in charge of the situation.He wouldn’t let her take the wheel again, They’d marry—a.s.a.p., and then he’d have her there right under his nose.
The sudden thought of Cally warming his bed night after night stirred his blood more.Then came the image of her lush, curvy body growing to bear the burden of his child—her head bent over a baby as she nursed it.The protective instinct rose all powerful.Aggression flowed through his veins.
He would fight like the devil to keep his child, and its mother, safe from harm.He would fight her if she tried to block him, and he was quite happy to fight dirty.
He looked at the anger and uncertainty in her eyes—the passion that made the brown melt and mix with golden flecks.He saw the new bloom of colour in cheeks that had been so pale when he’d first arrived.He stared at her sulky mouth as it parted with her fast, short breaths and felt the pull in his groin.There was one way he could get her to say yes.One way he could get her to scream it.
But desire fogged his brain as well and he needed to keep focused.He’d be better to keep her out of his bed until she was there willingly—utterly willingly and for as long as he wanted.If he stayed in control now, he’d be able to retain the advantage.And he needed to do that until he had her firmly tethered to him.
When Paola had got pregnant he’d been powerless to do anything about it.He was not powerless now.And he’d keep it that way.
Cally had used him but at least she wanted the child.And now she’d gothimin the bargain.A little more than she’d banked on, but he knew they could swing it to their advantage.They actually had a lot in common.Not least a sexual drive that matched nicely.Once they were through these negotiations they could have a lot of fun together.He decided to throw the thought into the fire.Test her reaction.
‘We deal together pretty well, Cally.You please me.I’m pretty sure I can please you.We can definitely work this out.’
‘I please you?’Her breathing hitched again.‘You think I’m going to sleep with you again?’
