I pull away from her as cautiously as possible. “She hasn’t thrown me over.”
“Well, I don’t blame her after the way you treated her when she first arrived.”
Jesus, is she stalking me? “Don’t you have better things to do than worry about me?”
“But, our baby needs you,” she pouts.
I turn to face her. Stepping close. “I had an interesting meeting this afternoon.”
“Oh, yeah?” she says running her fingers up the front of my shirt. Clutching the lapels of my tux she adds. “What was it about?”
“You.”
“Me? Who were you talking to?”
“My private detective.” She pulls back startled but I continue. “It turns out she’s very good at her job.” I pull her wrists away from my jacket. “Now, we both know who the real father of that child is.”
“Oh, now. You’re the father.”
“Keep it up, Christine. I’ve got a friend at the Tribune who’d love the scoop.” She gasps and steps back, but I move in closer. “Senator Baxter wouldn’t be pleased, now would he?”
“How did you?”
“You put your trust in the wrong people, Christine. They betrayed you.”
“That’s not true. You don’t have…”
“I’ve got everything I need to take it to the press. So, stop harassing my girlfriend and me, or you’ll be in the middle of a shit storm.” I watch her face as it reddens. A tear appears in the corner of her left eye. “Don’t even bother, Christine. Tears from you mean nothing. This is your last warning. If you test me again, I’ll make the call.”
“Fine. But, you should know. You’re a pathetic asshole.”
And you’re a conniving bitch. “Well aware. Well aware.”
