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Fucking hell.
“Mom. If Ward Montgomery is my damn father, you better start talking because I had sex with that girl,” Blake said, pulling the bowl out of her hands so she had to stop and listen.
“He’s not,” she said firmly.
“Keep talking,” Jacob said, stepping up beside him.
“She’s not Ward’s daughter either.” Samantha sighed. “I just remember her from the media. That’s all. Just a memory. Now boys, let’s eat.”
Interesting.
They were always trying to work out who their fathers were. It was more of a joke now than anything—which yes, sounded odd, but it had never been a problem until thirty-five seconds ago when he thought he might have fucked his goddamn sister.
Pushing aside his mother's odd reaction to him seeing Bella, Blake wondered if Bella knew she wasn’t Ward’s real daughter.
Did she know?
She really was a mystery to him. Could it have something to do with what was going on the other night?
He wasn’t sorry he’d interrupted her plans, but almost killing himself wasn’t the best strategy.
Now he had more questions.
More importantly he wanted to know why she refused to see him this week. Blake had recovered and wanted to take her on a date. A real date. And also fuck her twenty-five more times.
Then perhaps he would have enough of her.
Dating long term? Yeah, he probably wasn’t that man yet.
One day.
Blake had had enough of heryou need to recovertexts. It was time to talk and get her sweet lips back on his thick cock. Last night he’d fantasized about Bella lying on his bed with his old Penn T-shirt and her legs spread.
Hot as fuck.
Plus, he was starting to think she was dating some of those men from the fundraiser and the thought sent a possessive fury through his chest.
Bella is mine.
Jesus. He’d never felt so possessive over a woman before. He was sure it was because she was being so unavailable. A few dates, and he was sure they would exhaust their lust for one another.
Blake pulled out his phone as his PA walked in. He glanced up in question.
“Your meeting with Trevor is in a few minutes. Do you want me to get you another coffee?” she asked.
Scrolling through his contacts to Bella’s name, Blake shook his head. “I need a few more of those lozenges for my throat.”
“I have some in my cabinet. Be right back.” She said and in thirty seconds, she did just that.
God, she was efficient.
The threat to his company by K-Scribe was a real issue. Staying alive had taken precedence the past few days, but now he was back on his feet. Blake had to get focused.
My bed. Tonight. Or I’ll be coming over and dragging you there.
Adding kidnapper to the list of reasons I should not see you again.
Blake smiled down at her message.
