Page 47 of Boss's Baby Surprise

“Clarissa,” I growled and ran my hand through my hair. “Matthews, Matthews.” I mumbled the name a few times. I could not place it, didn’t recognize who I knew with that name.

I looked up. My brain was so muddled by everything, I hadn’t fully recognized it as Clarissa’s last name. I was being a dumb fuck. No wonder she hadn’t told me I was going to be a father.

“I want to meet him,” I said.

“I don’t think that's a good idea,” she said.

“And why not?” I leaned in. “If he’s my child, I want to meet him.”

“Because I don’t want him getting confused.”

“Do you bring so many men into your life that he wouldn’t know one from another?”

She shot a glare at me that would have cut if looks could kill.

“No, I don’t date. I don’t see random men. He knows he doesn't have a father, but he’s never asked me about you. The last thing I want to do is have you come into his life and treat him the way you treated me.”

“I treated you very well.”

She gave me a bitter smile. “If you treated me so well, why are we arguing about your five-year-old son whom you’ve never met?”

“How can you be so certain he’s mine?” I snarled.

“How many people do you think I was sleeping with, Kyle?”

I shook my head. “I don't know, Clarissa. How many? You tell me.”

“Your ego really does get in the way of your being able to think clearly, doesn’t it?” She closed her eyes and shook her head before she seemed to shut down and get quiet. “If you’re leaving, just go ahead and leave.” She turned away from me, taking another long sip of her drink. I think she was crying.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked.

She lifted her hand to her forehead like she was getting a headache.

“Do I really need to spell it out for you, Kyle? Maybe I do, since you clearly don’t even know how to count to five. I was a virgin when we met, and you’re the only man I’ve ever slept with. So yeah, I’m pretty sure my little boy, who has the same blue eyes as you do, is your son.”

23

CLARISSA

Iwas in a foul mood when I got home. It was a good thing that Leo was already in bed.

“How did it go?” Marci asked.

“Don’t ask,” I grumbled.

“That bad?”

“He doesn’t believe me. I cried. I have been crying the entire walk home. Meeting him tonight was such a bad idea.”

Marci frowned in sympathy with my bad mood. She unfolded from her spot on the couch and wrapped her arms around me in a comforting hug.

“He doesn't believe that Leo is his son.” I sniffled.

“You told him about Leo?” she asked.

I pressed my palms against my temple, trying to push my head back together. “This is so fucked up, Marci. No, I didn't tell him about Leo. He saw us at the park. He's been angry with me all week. He came to Oak Park and saw us.”

“I thought you said he lived in the Gold Coast area. What was he doing in Oak Park? Is he following you?”

---