Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“What?”
“Without her abandonment, her shitty lies, I wouldn’t have been the man I am today. Yes, I have fucked-up issues, but I wouldn’t be the wealthy, successful man who has a heart and soul dedicated to one woman. No, I would have lived with a selfish woman who would have taught me to be even more selfish. Who knows what kind of life we would have had because she might not have gotten her many husbands and her career while dragging me around.”
“But you lost out on your uncle and his family.”
“Yes, but then he wouldn’t have gone to war with his men, and they needed him. He would have come back and stayed to raise me.”
“Wow, okay. I suppose you do have a point.”
“Everything worked out just fine for me, and frankly, I’m not worried about her. Besides, she was so loud in the lobby. We had an audience, including the one reporter, anonymously, of course.”
Her mouth falls open. “You didn’t?”
“I did. I might not tell anyone, but she opened her mouth so big that I’m sure the reporter heard enough.” I smirk and lead my wife into our bedroom.
Three hours later, my uncle calls. “Congratulations on becoming a loving son.”
“What do you mean, Uncle Liam?”
“Have you not seen the news?”
“No, we just woke up from a well-earned nap.” I fucked Harley and me into such a deep sleep that I’d forgotten all about the confrontation with my birth giver.
He chuckles and says, “I’d look that shit up online and check out what they have to say about you and her.”
“Thanks. I will.”
“Okay. Let me know if you need anything.”
“I will. See you soon.” We promise to meet up soon when we have some time, but for the future time being, I want to enjoy all my free hours with my darling Harley, working on our family.
“What happened?” she asks from the bed with her hair messy and the sheet pressed to her chest.
I lick my lips as I stare at the sexy sight before me. “It would seem that our little confrontation got out today. Perhaps we should check it out.”
“Perhaps we should. You don’t know if you need to do any damage control.” There’s a little giggle coming from her lips, so I snatch it up and steal a deep kiss, pulling back when neither of us can breathe.
I pop my ass on to the bed with my back against the headboard and search my name on my cell phone. Immediately it pops up with hers, talking about a long-lost son. As if on cue, my phone starts ringing. I send it to voicemail when I don’t recognize the number. I call my tech guy because my number isn’t public information.
“Sorry, it’s out there. I can reroute all your calls first, but it’s probably easier to just change your number. Someone doxed your information, sir. Luckily your new property hasn’t been listed, but the old one has.”
“Good. Get me set up with another number quickly, please.”
“The company has many available numbers, so I can have it done in two minutes. I’ll text it over. Is there anything else you need?”
“No, I’ll have my security team handle the rest. For now, Harley and I are in the hotel and aren’t leaving until it’s time to go back to the office on Monday, so we’re good.”
“Yes, sir.” I silence all the noise, powering off my phone and snuggling up with Harley.
“Let’s forget everything else, love.”
“Sounds wonderful to me.”
It’s the way we spend the rest of the weekend, but the peace doesn’t last.
Monday morning rolls around, and we wake up to the sound of my alarm. I need to go into the office, and I’m not leaving Harley alone to face these vultures so I’m taking her with me.
“I can stay inside all day and avoid them.”
“No, I don’t trust that one won’t get to the door when room service comes or one won’t pretend to be room service.”
“You could always send security up as room service, my husband.”
“I could, but I don’t know how long my day is going to be.”
“Exactly, so I’ll be bored at the office unless you’re going to give me some work to do.”
“If you want things to do, I’ll give you something.” I hold her gaze and then raise my brows.
“Fine. Then I’ll hurry up and get ready.”
“Good girl.” I pat her ass as she sneaks off to the bathroom.
Once we’re ready, we take the elevator down to the lobby of the hotel. The moment the doors open, we’re bombarded with cameras. Of course, they knew where we were at, and I’m sure my evil beast of an egg donor didn’t hesitate to share that information.
“Mr. Hunter, do you have anything to say to the allegations that you’re the son of actress Veronica Blake?”
“What makes you believe that?” I ask.