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“Well I have to say selfishly, I’m glad he’s not yours either. The thought of my brother knocking you up pissed me off every time I looked at you.”

“Do you think he’s your brother’s son?” she asks, at least hopeful that the boy is related. I investigated her background. She has a fucked up family but has never been known to do anything wrong. I couldn’t find anything on the baby, which now makes a ton of sense.

“It’s possible. What information do you have on the woman?” Maybe I can narrow down the possibilities. I don’t know how many women there were in his past, but he had some female friends.

“She’s gorgeous and blonde. I’d say she’s about thirty. I suppose I can get more information from the salon, but her first name is Cherry.”

A roar of anger escapes my throat. “Oh hell no.” I scoot her off me and slip on my boxers. I need my phone right away.

“Baby, did she have big boobs and a fake sounding southern accent?”

“Yes.”

“Damn it.” I thrust my hands through my hair like I always do. This isn’t good at all. The ramifications could be painful.

“So…you do remember her?” I can feel the hurt in her voice. She thinks I don’t remember a one-night stand.

“I remember her, but I wouldn’t touch that gold digging whore.” I slip on my joggers. Then I hit the number to my fucking lawyer. “Wake up.”

“What’s going on?” he stammers.

“You didn’t do a good job with that bitch Cherry. Why the fuck am I just learning that I have a little brother?” Renee gasps, clasping her hand to her mouth. I bend down and kissher forehead. There’s a lot of explaining I’m going to have to do, but I want to know why the person supposedly in charge of her whereabouts neglected that whole little unmistakable fact.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry Liam. I can’t represent you anymore.” He hangs up on me, the fucking piece of shit.

“Are you okay?” she asks, standing up completely naked in front of me. I growl and slam my mouth to hers. I need her. Fucking hell. I’ll have to do a blood test, but the kid looks like my brother and me. And if it’s the Cherry I know, then yes Max would be my little brother.

“Yes, baby. I am. Or at least I will be.”

“What do you mean he’s your brother? She specifically said you were the father.”

“She’s a lying bitch. And I have a feeling my lawyer had something to do with it, or he’s the most incompetent motherfucker around. My father met this woman a few years back. She was one of those caregivers who hung out with old people. He wasn’t that ill where he needed one, but he met her at the hospital while getting some blood tests done. She jumped on it and pulled all the tricks the normal gold diggers do. My dad was a good-looking man, but fuck he was ancient compared to her. A little over a year of being with her, he died.”

“I’m sorry.” She brushes her hands on my chest. I halt her movement and bring them to my lips for a kiss before putting them back.

“It’s okay. The man made the choice he did. We warned him about her. So he cut us out of his life. I got the company by default, he signed it away to get a lump sum before the company landed in Chapter 11. I managed to keep it going, butour relationship was over. If we couldn’t accept her, he was done with us. He left everything to that hooker. I’m glad that he didn’t leave the company to her. It’s not like I needed his money, but he shouldn’t have put a woman above us. But he was a bastard anyway who couldn’t keep his dick out of everything with a cunt.” I push away because I’m so pissed. My mother is going to find out, and that could set her back. He made it hard for her to trust and love again.

“My mother won’t say it, but she was glad the bastard was dead. My brother and I are only two months apart in age.” Renee releases another shocked gasp, and I respond with a nod. “They were married for three years before she got pregnant with me. Then the mistress had enough when my mom was pregnant again. She confronted my mom and told her everything. A month after my mom filed for divorce, she lost the baby. The heartache was too much for her. We moved in with my grandparents, and my mother went to school while my father paid child support and alimony. When I started college, I hung out with my dad a little more because I wanted to go into business. He may have been a cheating bastard, but he was successful, or so I believed.”

“Oh goodness. I can’t imagine that. I would be broken.”

Fuck, I didn’t want to give her the impression that I was anything like him. “I’d never do that to you.” I brush my hand along her jaw. “I promise you. I haven’t been with a womanever. I told you that he couldn’t be mine and that’s why I’m positive about it.”

“Oh.” She shakes her head in disbelief. I get that at twenty-five I should have nailed at least a dozen by now, but with a father like mine, some traits shouldn’t be passed down. “If that’s true then how come you didn’t let them boot me?”

“Because despite all rational thought…I couldn’t let you walk away from me. I’ve been fighting this from the moment I met you.”

“Wow, well I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you the truth. But I get tongue-tied when you look at me the way you do,” she confesses, biting her lip again. I growl, thinking about her tongue tied around my cock. I grind myself on her and tug her lip from her teeth, sucking on it with mine. Before I can do anything, there’s a buzz at my front door. It has to be my security.

“Put some clothes on or stay in bed. If any man sees you like this, I’ll gouge their eyes out and replace them with their nuts.” I hurry up and throw my clothes on and dash out of the room. I look through the camera. It’s security alright…and my mother and her husband. Fuck. This is going to be terrible.

“Liam, you better open this door.”

“I’m coming, Mother.” I opened it up and let her in. I know this is against my better judgment, but I can’t slam the door on her. She must have gotten wind of the media shit storm.

“Do you mind telling me what’s going on? Do I have a grandson that I don’t know about?” She storms into the condo looking around. Some of the baby’s toys are on the floor. “Where is he?” she asks, pointing to the rocker thing on the floor.

“Mom, why don’t you come sit down?” I guide them to the couch, shaking Gerald’s hand while my head of security gives me a pained sympathetic expression then leaves.

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