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Nyla rubbed my arm. “King? Maybe we should go to a private room.”

Marysa glared at her. “Yes, we should. King and I should talk. Alone.”

“No, we shouldn’t. Fine, let’s go talk. If you talk to me, Nyla will be there. Where I go, she goes. If you have a problem with that, you can talk to my attorney. Let’s go.”

Now she had the nerve to look worried. She should have thought about that before she came crashing back into my life, telling me I had a son. If it’s true, that meant my child had lived his entire life without knowing who I was. Why would she tell me this now? What the hell was she up to?

“I want a DNA test. And if you’re fucking with me or lying to me about this, you’ll fucking regret it.”

As we walked into the lobby, my stomach churned. It’s not that I didn’t want children. I did. But I wanted them with the woman I chose. The woman destined for me. Nyla.

Just when I thought my life was going in the direction I needed, this happened. What would this do to me and Nyla, and what we were building?

Chapter Nine

Nyla

T

onight could not have gone worse. After King told Marysa he wanted a DNA test, she became nervous. Fidgety.

I could tell King wanted to be anywhere else but near his ex-fiancée, so I asked him to move with me to a secluded section of the lobby. Not once did he let go of my hand. His thumb rubbed along my skin, trying to soothe me.

It was unnecessary. I was fine.

What concerned me more was how he felt about all this. If I were him, and I was told I had a child I didn’t know about for ten years, I would be furious.

Why wasn’t I more upset? Well, because this all happened before I came into his life. Ten years ago, I was still in high school. I’m not naïve to think he didn’t have a life before he met me. Of course, he did. And even this… woman said King didn’t know about the child, which was another reason for me to dislike her and everything about her entitled attitude.

She not only cheated on King while they were engaged to be married, but she even admitted that she didn’t know whose baby it was after discovering she was pregnant. What kind of woman does that?

“King?” He turned to look at me. I knew him long enough to realize he was livid. Usually, when he was like this, he would close himself in his office and not interact with anyone for hours. “It’s going to be okay.”

He shook his head. “No, it won’t. Either I have a son I never knew about. Or she’s trying to manipulate me for some reason.”

“Why does she need to be here?” Marysa paced in front of us, her angry eyes shooting daggers at us. “All I wanted was a moment of your time, King. Yet, you deny me. This just proves you never cared about me. You only cared about your business,” she spat. “All I wanted was your attention, and when Rick came into my life, he gave me what you wouldn’t.”

Next to me, King sighed. “I don’t give a fuck. I want a DNA test. I’ll have my attorney reach out to you. Don’t try to reach me again.” He turned, and we began to walk away.

“You’re such an asshole, King.” Her shrill tone grated on my damn nerves.

“Yup. I sure am,” he said before grabbing my hand and turning away.

“King! Wait. Please, just wait.”

We both ignored her as we continued to walk away. My mind was reeling with everything that had just happened. Why would she ambush King this way? Especially at a public event. What type of weird woman does that? Let alone tell a man he may have had a child he hadn’t known about for ten years.

Some would say that he’d been too hard on her. That she deserved a chance to be heard. I would say, fuck her. He was too damn nice if you asked me. It was clear that she’d sought him out, approached him in a public place, and tried to get him alone. For what though?

“Hold on, baby. Let me call my attorney.” I nodded as he pulled out his phone. Even with everything, I found myself smiling at the pet name.

“Hey Tanner, we have a situation. Yeah. Marysa, my ex-fiancée. She claims I have a son. I know this isn’t your normal case, but I need this handled, and you’re the only man I trust. Yeah, Marysa Lewis. She’s here in town. Just showed up at the Overwatch Security charity event. Yeah, the one for domestic violence… Tell me about it… Okay, let’s talk tomorrow.”

After ending the call, he looked over at me; his lips thinned in frustration. “I don’t feel like staying and partying. I’ll let Cade know we’re leaving.”

“I need to use the ladies’ room. Meet you back here in five?”

He shook his head. “No, I’ll wait for you. I don’t want to be away from you tonight. Plus, I’m on fucking edge right now.” His jaw pulsed, a sure sign of teeth grinding.

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