“Which time?” I asked casually. “I mean, we’ve fucked a lot of different ways.”
When the woman sat stone-faced -literally, as it was- the Senator’s face darkened to an unhealthy red and his breathing became labored. “Where is my son?”
I nodded to the table where Paul sat. “Isn’t that him?”
“Not that fucking bastard,” the Senator growled. “Sean! My real son!”
Despite the anger twisting in my gut, I kept my face relaxed and shrugged one shoulder. “Not the one I’m interested in.” I glanced pointedly at the door. “I thought you were leaving?”
The Senator hesitated and turned back to the table in the corner of the room. “Why exactly do you think that I need you for anything?” he asked haughtily.
“Because as his husband, I’m Paul’s guardian nowand that means I have control over hisaccount, remember?” I smirked. “All that money came from putting one cheap ass ring on the slut’s finger and promising him forever.”
The Senator’s eyes flashed and his nostrils flared. In any other father I would have assumed it was in response to me talking about his son that way, but with this prick I knew it was the mention of the money. “What’s that have to do with me?”
“Well, now, I’m glad you asked,” I chuckled. “I sure as shit don’t have any plans to raise his bastard, but since it’s not mine, there’s no legal way for me to get rid of it.” I cocked a brow at him. “That’s where you come in.”
“Go on.”
“You convince the prat that knocked him up to sign away his parental rights so I can do as I wish with the kid and Rosie and I just might see our way to a three way split on the money in the trust account.”
The Senator scowled at my use of a nickname for his wife. “And if I just call the cops instead?”
I shrugged. “Then I imagine that we’ll end up in court. Be a shame if too much light was shined on the donor records from the last election, but some things just can’t be helped.” I shook my head. “And of course, we’d also have to have a forensic accountant comb through the financial records of Paul’s trust while you were in charge of it, but I’m sure there’s nothing there to find, right?”
The Senator’s red color drained to stark white so fast that I was briefly afraid he might faint. “You’re bluffing.”
I allowed myself one wide smile. “Probably. Why don’t we find out?”
“I..it will take a couple of days for me to have the parental rights waiver drawn up,” he stammered.
My smile turned into a grin that bared just the slightest bit of my fangs. “There’s one already waiting in your personal email.” I glanced over to the digital clock on the nightstand between the beds. “You have five hours and then I revert to plan B.”
The Senator swallowed. “What’s plan B?”
I shook my head. “It’s strictly needs to know and you don’t.” I gave the door another pointed glance. “You probably ought to get going.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Paul
Even though I knew it was all an act, it was hard for me to ignore the anxiety balling up in my gut as I listened to Sylas coldly outlining his supposed plan to get rid of my baby. When the door finally closed behind the Senator and Sylas crossed to ease the zip cuffs off my wrists, a shiver ran through me at his touch.
“You okay, Tiger?” Sylas murmured in my ear as he brushed his lips over my cheek.
I nodded but kept my eyes on the table.
“Hey,” Sylas reached up to gently remove the gag from my mouth when I didn’t move to do so. “You’re both okay, baby.” He lifted me to my feet and took my chair before tugging me back into his lap. Wrapping his arms around my waist, Sylas laid one hand on my tummy and held me close.
He frowned when I couldn’t quite meet his eyes. “Paul? Talk to me.”
“I’m okay,” I finally mumbled. “It’s just..” I trailed off and Sylas nodded.
“It’s just hard to trust after everything you’ve been through.”
I nodded again.
Sylas stood and carried me to the bed, gently depositing me on the covers. “Wait here for a minute.”
