Page 91 of The Bonus

“Who are you talking to?” I frown.

“Because no parking lot is that big, my speedometer doesn’t lie, and when I drop off my Lamborghini for parking, I do not expect your fucking valet driver to go joyriding around New York in it.”

Alessio’s eyes widen and I chuckle.

“Because there are fifty extra fucking miles on the clock,” he snaps. “How do I know?” His eyes nearly bulge from their sockets. “Because this is a collector car worth two million fucking dollars. Of course I know the speedometer reading.”

“Holy…” Alessio mouths, wide-eyed. “What the fuck?”

“Here you go, two mineral waters,” the waitress says.

Ricardo holds his hand up again when he sees our drinks arrive.

I sip my drink and stare out over the restaurant; I get a vision of Gracie sitting at her desk. Her long hair was in a ponytail and her big pouty lips were…

My heart sinks.

You think you know someone…

I think back to all those years ago and the night we spent together; I see us rolling around in my bed.

On my desk.

In the shower.

A collage of naked skin and orgasms, the uncontrollable fire that burned between us.

The look on her face in the morning…

My stomach twists.

“Earth to Gabe.” Alessio waves his hand in front of my face to bring me back to the here and now.

I glance up at him. “Huh?”

“What the hell are you doing?” He frowns.

“Huh?”

“What’s wrong with you this week?” Ricardo asks. “You’re off with the fairies.”

“Nothing,” I snap. “I’ve got a lot on my mind, that’s all.”

“Like what?”

“Like how many ways there are to break your ugly face,” I snap as I open the menu. “Mind your business.” My phone vibrates on the table and I answer as the boys go back to their conversation.

“Gabriel Ferrara.”

“Hello Mr. Ferrara, this is Dr. Granger.”

My heart stops. “Yes.”

“The results of the paternity test are in, sir.”

I close my eyes as I brace myself.

“It’s a positive match, it’s confirmed without a doubt that you are the biological father of both children.”

---