Page 12 of Billionaire's Frenemy

He held up a hand. “I saw the light under your door, and I was wondering why you were still here on a Friday night. And… Why the hell would you think I’d hurt you?”

Right then, I realized he hadn’t heard the part about him being the father of my child. Also, I knew I had no choice but to tell him the truth—the whole truth and not the partial truth right now.

“Jamie… I didn’t…” I shook my head, gathering courage. I stood to face him. “Jameson, there’s not another man in my life.”

He stared at me, and I could see my point wasn’t sinking in. Time to jab harder.

“There’s. No. Other. Man,” I enunciated.

His head tilted, his brows starting to knit, making him look a little like a confused puppy.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, how do I even love you?” I muttered under my breath.

“I…”

“You’re the only man I’ve slept with.Ever,” I practically yelled.

His lips parted, the color blanching from his face, and he staggered slightly.

“I… You… We…” His hand waved at me, generally in the direction of my belly and our child.

“Yes,” I said simply.

He sucked in a breath, shook his head once then turned and walked right out of my office without a word.

What the hell?

I stared after him, expecting him to storm right back in, demanding answers, demanding all my wildest dreams. When he didn’t, tears welling in my eyes. I dropped dropped into my chair, burying my face in my hands to muffle my sob.

That went fucking spectacularly well.

About as spectacularly well as a train wreck.

I’d told him he was going to be a father, and he’d left. Just left. What the hell?

Blinking back tears, I started to gather my things to leave for the day. I needed to get out of here and get someplace where I could just shut down, sink into a hot bath and pretend to have a nice big glass of wine. Juice would have to do. Then I’d curl up in my most comfortable jammies and do what I’d done way too many nights for the past few months—cry and figure out where to go from here.

Six

Jameson

“I’m going to be a dad,” I said for about the twenty-fifth time in as many minutes.

I’d run into Bennett on the way out of the building and dropped my bombshell on him. Like a damn phone tree, he’d gotten all of my brothers together, and we were now sitting at a dive bar drinking heavily.

Well, I was drinking heavily.

They were giving me shit.

“So,” Fray said, staring at me over his beer bottle. “She told you the baby is yours, and you just…walked out on her?”

“I didn’t walk out on her,” I spat. “I walked away. I needed to clear my head. Needed to think.”

“You’re a jackass,” Bennett said, shaking his head at me.

“You’re a cocksucker,” I slurred.

“Okay.” Luke reached over and pulled the whiskey out of my hand. “You’re done.”

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