“You should get back in bed and rest,” I order and grab her elbow to guide her up.
She yanks her arm back.“I’m fine.Just answer the rest of my freaking question.”
I glare down at her and cross my arms in front of my chest to intimidate her.Normally I don’t need to intimidate anyone; they all know who I am and my reputation proceeds me.
Yet, this woman lifts her chin in defiance and snaps, “Well?”
Fuck.Seeing the defiance lighting up her eyes is making my cock even harder.
Honesty can be freeing or feel as harsh as a whip lashing out, it’s why I tell her, “The kid inside your belly is mine and so are you.A child needs his mother and I have no intention of depriving our child of both his parents.We’re not going to bounce a kid around either.We will all live here.I will draw up a contract and put eight million in my child’s name at birth.You will be the appointed caregiver and beneficiary of those funds.”
People, especially the women I encounter in life, have intentions and expectations when it comes to money.Needless to say, Quinn too acted on her lack of it to reach a personal goal.Hence me offering her a bonus plan to make sure she agrees to my order.
A grunt rips from me as pain flares in my stomach.Motherfucker.I sure as hell didn’t expect the punch in the gut she just gave me.She’s quick, I give her that.Not fast enough to rush past me, though.
“Where do you think you’re going?”I grit.
She fights the grip I have on her wrist and I let her go.
“I’m leaving.You’re insane if you think I’m going to stay here.I know very damn well I let those guys...let you fuck me for money.But don’t even think for a second I want a single dollar from you when it involves a freaking person.”
A snort leaves me.“You’re passing up eight million?”
“I don’t want your money, asshole.Money isn’t the bigger picture when it comes to raising a child.”Pure anger is on her face when she steps closer and I barely catch her wrist before she can punch me again.
“Woman,” I growl.“Stop punching me.”
I give a short pull and let her body collide with mine.
Wrapping my fist in her hair, I tilt her head back and shove my face a breath away from hers.“You want to get physical?Say the word and I’ll strip you naked to shove my cock into your tight little cunt.”
The menace is pliable in her words when she states, “I won’t let you fuck me for money again.”
I can’t help but give her a feral smile.“Little vixen, the next time I fuck you it won’t be about money, nor will it be your fantasy.It’ll be my pleasure reaping yours.”
She swallows and her gaze lands on my mouth.Her little pink tongue glides over her bottom lip, and I know she’s thinking about kissing.
I release the grip I have on her and step back to create distance between us.Fuck.This woman has an unexpected influence on me.I willingly pulled her flush against me.Let her touch me.
Keeping the tone in my voice even I tell her, “You need to go to your room and get some rest.The doctor will be here shortly.We will discuss our long-term relationship when we’ve handled the other issues.For now, we have a deal where you stay here to keep yourself and others safe.”
“We don’t have a relationship,” she fires back, but the words lack strength and certainty.
The knock on the door doesn’t break our staring contest when I rumble, “Enter.”
Someone clears his throat and it’s Quinn who breaks our connection first.The doctor is standing near the door and Quinn steps toward him.
“Do you happen to have a pregnancy test in that bag of yours?”She throws a thumb over her shoulder in my direction.“I’d like to pee on a stick to see for myself if I’m pregnant.I won’t simply believe what that guy is telling me.”
The doctor glances my way to seek permission, and I give the man a nod.He lets Quinn know he has a test in his bag and I still get a glare from Quinn as she walks out of my office.I’m grinning when my phone rings.
“We’ve got him,” Floris informs me.
My grin widens a fraction.“Bring him to the warehouse and make sure everything is set so I can properly question the fucker.”
I stride out of my office and thumb off a message to one of my men to make sure Quinn doesn’t leave the house.Though, I have a feeling she won’t risk her own life, or Aubrielle’s for that matter.
Once I’m sure everything is handled, I get in my car and head for the warehouse, feeling good about the stress relief I’m about to have in the form of some good old torture.I don’t even care it involves Quinn’s father.
