Page 22 of Consequence of One Reckless Night

She had enjoyed goading him, telling him the child wasn’t his, when he knew the child was his. Perhaps he had known all along.

When he had made love to her the second time, even with him being half asleep, he’d sensed their coming together was special. And when he spilled into her, hadn’t he given her not just his seed, but a piece of himself too?

In anger, he’d hit back at her—had questioned her if she would pass off his child as Leandro’s or worse, get rid of the child. If only he could take back his words, because she’d gone awfully pale at his cruel tirade and had stormed out of the room in tears.

He was a bastard—not just by birth, but in the truest sense of the word. He was a despicable man, who had lashed out at the mother of his child upon realizing that she wouldn’t let him near his child, ever.

But he wanted this child more than anything in this world. This child was his only family.

Having had a selfish mother and an absentee father, Alexandre knew firsthand how much a child needed a parent in its life. His own childhood had been miserable, but he vowed not to put his child through the same experience.

With that thought in mind, he went in search of Leandro. He would tell his brother the wedding was off, and then he would find Raquel—and convince her that he wanted both her and their child.

Chapter Nine

It was the loud thumpwhich woke Alexandre. He groaned. Clapping a hand over his eyes, he turned around and buried his face in the pillow.

A gentle sway reminded him where he was—on his yacht. Sitting up, he looked out of the porthole. Light streamed in, brightening the entire cabin. He loved waking up to the sound of the sea, gentle waves breaking against the hull of the yacht, a sweet sound that he never tired of.

However, today, even the gentle lapping of the waves outside his cabin didn’t bring a smile to his face. After the night he’d had, he wondered if anything could lift his mood.

After his disastrous discussion with Raquel, he’d gone in search of Leandro, only to find him gone. A staff member informed him that Leandro had driven away after the DaCostas had departed and Alexandre tried to contact him on his phone, but to no avail.

Frustrated that he didn’t get a chance to speak with his brother, he had driven back to his apartment, where after an hour of tossing and turning in his bed, he decided to go out again. In his surly mood, he wasn’t up to partying, so he took his motorbike and went for a ride.

After hours of riding aimlessly around town, at the crack of dawn, he found himself at the marina where his yacht was docked. Knowing a skeletal crew would be onboard, he’d decided to crash in his home on the sea.

The Sirenwas the first yacht he’d ever bought and was one of his most prized possessions. It was a thing of beauty, but it was more than just a sea-worthy vessel.

It was a symbol of his success. It represented everything he had achieved in his life—power, wealth, fame, or rather infamy he’d achieved all by himself, with no help whatsoever from his family.

Every time he was on boardThe Siren, he relished his success. But not this time.

He’d merely stumbled into his cabin, brushing aside an offer of dinner from one of the crew members and crashed into bed. Then he fell into a dreamless sleep almost immediately.

But glancing at his wristwatch, which showed it was eight in the morning, he realized that he’d only got around three hours of sleep. Rubbing his gritty eyes, he got out of bed. Quickly, he brushed his teeth, splashed some water on his face before grabbing a pair of jeans and a white shirt from the concealed wardrobe in the cabin. Folding back the sleeves up to his elbows, he left his cabin to investigate the commotion on the deck.

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