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I’m about to ask him what I said to upset him, but the door swings open, and in walks a man closer to Ronald’s age.
He strolls up to me and extends his hand.
“You must be Payton. I’m Larry Baker, Ronald’s attorney.”
I look from him to the man who I now realize is not him across the room. I shake Mr. Baker’s hand, but my eyes never leave the blue-eyed stranger who stalks over to us like an angry beast.
“Trent Aldridge. And who the fuck is this girl to my father?”
His father?
Shit.
Chapter
Three
TRENT
I know. Dick move.
But I’m not one to stand on principles.
I guess when I got into business with the underworld, some of their scruples rubbed off on me.
Oh, who am I kidding? I’ve always been a dick.
Letting this girl think I was an attorney was low but worth it to watch her ogle me. Not that I need the ego boost. Mine is already large enough to fill a football stadium. Still, it was fun fucking with her, regardless.
The real question is, who is she? And why the hell is she at the reading of my father’s will?
“Hello, Trent.” Larry Baker wipes the sweat off his palms and reaches into his inner suit pocket, fishing for something. “I have a letter from your father that he wanted you to read.”
The short, bald man I know to be my father’s attorney hands me an envelope. I have no desire to take it, but I do anyway. I won’t read it now. Nor will I probably ever read it.
Nevertheless, I put it in the inside pocket of my suit jacket.
“Can we get this over with?” I scoff. On a list of things I want to be doing today, this rates right below getting a root canal.
“We need to wait for a few more people,” he says, and the urge to pace out my aggravation kicks at my legs.
Instead, I stride to the window and pretend to stare out, studying the two of them in the reflection without them knowing.
“What’s the point? He had nothing,” I mutter under my breath.
The man was broke.
“Trent, can you please just have a seat? As soon as your sister and mother get here, we can proceed.” Mr. Baker turns to the girl cowering in the chair in the corner. “Payton, is your sister coming?”
She nods.
“Who are you?” I ask her, knowing full well this girl is probably my illegitimate sister.
Fucking Dad.
Literally.
Of course, he knocked up some woman behind my mother’s back. Nothing this dead bastard did should surprise me anymore.
