Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
The next morning, Liam is gone, which I expect since he’s a busy man, but I hate it at the same time. The house is immaculate. Every single thing is organized and clean. I’m sure he’s not going to like having a baby around destroying his things. I bet that’s why he’s in denial about the baby.
I circle his living room, looking at the bookshelves he has lined up on both sides of the walls. There must be over a hundred books per bookshelf. Most of the reads are classic literature followed by shelves of crime novels. I move across the room and check out those books. They’re a lot of historical non-fiction reads. I wonder if this is for show or if Liam reads often.
A large television sits on the wall with a PlayStation 4 resting on a fancy TV stand. So he likes video games; it makes me curious about what games he plays. The room has a massive and deep microfiber sofa. It looks so comfortable that I can’t stop from laying on it.
A sigh of comfort escapes me. He has excellent tastes, at least in furniture. Everything in this condo is cozy and relaxing. It’s like he loves to lounge. Although looking at him, you’d never get that impression.
The door opens, and I pop up from the sofa. Shit, I struggle to get up, but it’s cool because it’s not Liam. It’s another guy carrying several grocery bags. I walk up to him and try to help. “Whoa. Who are you?” he asks, smirking and checking me out, pulling the bags out of my reach.
“I’m a guest here. You are?” I ask.
“I picked up Mr. Hart’s groceries.”
“Oh, I can help put everything away.” I already feel way out of place here. It’s not like I belong in Liam’s home, even if it’s a wonderful condo.
“No, I got it, angel face. I can’t believe he has someone here. Hmm. You must be something special.” He doesn’t know the truth, so I leave the comment alone.
“The name is Renee,” I informed him.
“I’m Sam.” We shake hands, and I help put things away despite his refusal. I can’t stand around and do nothing.
As soon as he grabs the last empty bag, slipping it into a larger canvas bag, he says, “I’ll send the boss man a message and be out of your hair.”
Seconds later, the head of security comes up to escort the guy out. “Well, it was nice to meet you.” He wags his brows at me with a smirk.
“Same here, lovely Renee.” The guard violently whispers something to Sam that he made sure I couldn’t hear before leaving the condo.
The baby starts to cry loudly, taking my attention away from the little byplay I witnessed. I’m guessing that the guy wasn’t supposed to see or speak to me. I try to ignore that I’m here as a dirty little secret. Well, at least I have something to make for dinner.
Chapter 5
Liam
“The kid is not mine,” I say to my investors in an emergency meeting. They called it overnight when they saw the lovely media reports and asked for it to be scheduled first thing in the morning. Danielle thankfully made it happen by nine so I could get this over with. I tried not to check out the stories because either way it came out, it was all a lie.
“How can you be sure?” Leman asks arrogantly.
I huff because my private life is only for me. “All I’m going to say is I don’t even know the woman.”
“Maybe it’s your brother’s baby,” Erickson suggested. He’s a little more levelheaded and a bit younger than the other investors. He came up from a family fortune, but also a wealth of family scandals as well. He more than any of them would know what I’m going through.
I’ve been thinking the same thing. He’s off killing people in secret missions as a mercenary. Ironically, he’s got his own mercenary beating down my door in his stead. We’re not close because we’re both busy, but I can’t call him yet to tell him about his offspring. And his woman is at risk of being mine. I swear I want her so badly that I can almost forget that she’s fucked my brother and had my nephew. God, I need to stay away from her.
“It’s very possible. I can’t talk to him yet, but the woman hasn’t mentioned him.” It’s because I refuse to even let her say more than a handful of things. The more she talks, the more I want to pin her to the wall and fuck her. I grumble, thinking about her with my brother. Fuck, it takes all I can to push that vision out of my head.
“Enough. I’ll be dealing with all of it in a matter of time. You don’t have to worry about it. It’s not like the company is going to fail because rumors are flying around that I have a son,” I remind them. If anything, I can buy them out and wing it on my own.