Page 148 of Whisper


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“He probably couldn’t resist the opportunity to use his son to get to yours.” Niles continued. His blackening eyes swung to mine. “And you fell for it.” He sneered.

I started forward, but Dad caught the hood lying against my back. “I’d like a moment alone with my son.”

“I wouldn’t advise it, Bennett,” Niles had the audacity to say. “I tried to warn you before, but you didn’t listen. I know you want to be empathetic because he’s your son, but?—”

“Out!” Dad roared.

Niles blanched and scurried toward the door.

“And, Niles.”

The lawyer turned back, firing a brief smug look at me. “Yes?”

“It’s Senator Andrews to you.”

Niles’s mouth dropped open. Quickly recovering, he snapped it closed and straightened. Clearing his throat, he said, “I’ll be just outside, Senator Andrews.”

Once the door was shut behind him, I turned. “His birth certificate is an apology letter from the condom factory.”

Dad’s eyebrow arched. “Is that the kind of thing you’re learning at the expensive, prestigious college your mother and I are paying for?”

“You need to fire him.”

“It is not your place to tell me what I do and do not need to do.”

“Then why am I here?”

“Tell me what happened.”

I opened my mouth, but he gave me a hard look. “And no more sarcasm. I’ve had enough. I want the truth, and I want it now.”

I told him. I told him how I was out on a date with Matthew and that Eli called and asked to borrow a speaker. I left out the discovery of my new breeding kink. Some things were better left unsaid. Then I told him how we got pulled over even though I wasn’t speeding.

“He thought I was drinking,” I said.

“You do smell like you took a bath in beer,” he observed.

I glanced down at Matthew’s hoodie. “Some guy fell and spilled beer all over Matthew. I didn’t want him sitting around in a wet hoodie, so I swapped jackets with him.”

“You weren’t drinking?” he pressed.

“Not even a sip.”

“And your date?”

“Matthew.” I corrected. “And no, my boyfriend wasn’t drinking either.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Yes.”

“You told me you barely knew him,” Dad said.

“That was last week.”

“It’s still a very short amount of time,” he pointed out.

“You wanna tell that to my heart?”

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