Page 58 of Knot My Only Fan

Half an hour later and the auction is nearly over and I feel woozy just being in the same vicinity as him. Slick that seemed to disappear once my heat went away now coats my panties and I’m scared it will soak through to my dress.

I need to get away.

“And next we have lot number fifty-one...”

Over two point eight million dollars has been raised for three children’s charities and there’s a few lots still to go. Senator Hilton has paid a fortune for four lots which has thrilled the organizer.

“Who will give me two hundred thousand dollars for a one-week stay on this super yacht?”

I stare at the screen at the back of the stage to see a video of a mega-yacht floating on crystal blue water. It has three levels and there’s a helipad on the top.

“You and your guest will fly by private plane to Skiathos, Greece, and from there you’ll be chauffeured to here.” He points at the boat on the screen. “The yacht has a full crew and top class chef on board, and they will provide you with whatever you wish.”

I turn to Harlow. “That’s your dream holiday.”

She rolls her eyes. “Self chartered, not a mega-yacht. I want to live Ava’s life.” Ava is our friend Ella’s sister. And she lives a charmed life on the Mediterranean Sea with her beta, making my sister very jealous.

“Two hundred thousand,” a deep voice calls.

“Thank you Senator...”

“Two hundred and twenty thousand,” a voice shouts from the back of the room.

“Thank you. Please raise your paddle.” He pauses as he writes the man’s number on his paperwork. “This is going well. But you can do better. Can I get two hundred and fifty thousand?”

Colton turns his chair to me. “Do you like Stanton?”

I glance over my shoulder, and Stanton gives me a boyish grin. I smile back at him, then slightly behind him, and see Henry still glaring at me at the next table.

What the fuck?

Why is he angry with me?

I don’t know if I want to scream at him or run away and cry. I’ve managed so well to control my emotions since the day he left me all alone.

Since the day he made me believe he wanted me and then he might as well have laughed in my face.

It was all a lie.

All along he never wanted me, and for a good reason—the bastard is with another woman.

He told me he wasn’t interested... That his career was important to him. But it was all a lie.

Did I fuck a married man?

Tears prick my eyes as I lower my eyes and stare at my hand as I press my palm against my stomach.

I suck back a ragged breath. The deep sigh rattling back up my throat as I realize the father of my child, and the man I’ve secretly tried to find for two months, never wanted to be found because he already has somebody.

How do I tell him?

I glance at his partner.

No wonder her scent pricked my senses, made the skin on the back of my neck stand on end. It wasn’t hers, but it was his coating her and making me think she could be a scent match. Bile scurries up my throat, making me feel nauseous.

He was here all along.

Should I tell him he is going to be a father?

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