Page 24 of Chasing his Ex

“Could her child be yours?” Dad asks. His head tilts to one side as he considers me.

“Until recently, I haven’t seen her for four years. She certainly wasn’t pregnant the last time I saw her.”

“But if the little girl is just over three years old.”

“You’re a lawyer Dad,” I say. “You’re jumping to the conclusion she’s mine. You need more facts than assuming her age.”

“And if she is your child? What then?” Dad looks over the rim of his glasses, ignoring my comment. “Are you happy Jameson wants to move them both to New York, probably marry her and adopt your child? Because I couldn’t let that happen.”

“My child?” I shake my head slowly, but inside my blood is raging. If Ava has had my child all this time, she’s going to pay for not telling me.

“I’ll get my private detectives to check her out. If she’s around the right age, we need to put emergency measures in place so she can’t leave the country. We need contact with this little girl. Your mom needs to meet her.”

The more I look into Jameson Sterling, the more my heart sinks. He’s a billionaire at one of the largest investment companies in the world. He’d been married once before, but has no children from his first marriage. Rumor is his first wife enjoyed spending his money more than spending time with him. But then there’s a rumor he wasn’t the perfect husband either.

Ava is being wooed by a fucking billionaire.

How on earth can I win her heart from someone like that? I'm rich after helping a client sell his app, but not a billionaire.

Then again, do I want her heart any longer if she kept my daughter away from me?

My daughter?

I twist in my seat, pick up a stapler and throw it against the wall.

Is her daughter just over three years old? Did she have my baby and not had the decency to let me know?

She is going to pay, if it’s true.

And sadly, losing her when I’m so close to winning her back is a price I’m willing to pay.

Chapter 10

Ava

Jameson’s smile is big and wide as I stride out of the elevator. Another strange thing for him to do, normally he keeps his distance, standing back and waiting for me to go to him.

His broad shoulders straighten inside his suit jacket, as he pushes himself off the wall and looks over at me. Then, with long strides, he comes toward me and plants a kiss on my lips. “You look amazing.”

“What are you doing here?” I ask.

He clasps his hands on my shoulders and gives me another surprisingly tender peck on my cheek. Pulling back, he laughs as though I’ve just said the funniest joke in the world. “You just needed to calm down. There was a lot for you to take in?”

“Jameson, I said it wouldn’t happen. We don’t want the same thing.”

Taking my hand as he leads me out to the coffee shop. “Really? Why did you agree to meet me? You know you can’t keep away from me for too long.”

This is Jameson, being Jameson, arrogant and unashamedly pompous.

“I didn’t. I told you we could have a coffee together sometime.” I thought I was being mature about the decision, but as Jameson’s mouth curls up on one side, I now know that was a bad decision.

“That’s today,” he says. He pulls my chair out at the cafe. Another thing that’s strange for him to do. I can’t ever recall him ever doing that.

“Espresso,” Jameson says to the server who stands at the table.

“Latte, please.”

Jameson’s eyes narrow at that. He waits for the server to leave. “You should prepare your body to get pregnant.”

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