Page 89 of His Beloved Princess
"You have to tell Jordan," I breathed, horrified by that realization. I couldn't imagine anything worse than to tell a child that his entire life was a lie. The little boy would pay for his mother's wandering pussy, and he could lose the only fatherly figure he knew in the process. How sick that was!
"Do I?" Andreas asked, opening the door and leaving. I finally understood what he meant by not knowing what to do. He loved his boy. Biology wasn't the problem. The prenup was.
"Will you?" I asked when I got out, meeting him next to the trunk. He took out his briefcase and adjusted his dark blue tie, plastering a stoic mask on his face.
"He's five years old. His parents are splitting up, and he doesn't understand what is happening." Andreas nodded at me to follow him and opened the door to the building for me. "Should I tell him that his father is our gardener? Or his mother's fitness trainer? Or maybe his sister's Spanish teacher?"
"Shit!" I cursed under my breath, oblivious to our surroundings.
"Yeah, it sucks, but I'm willing to make a deal with her." I stopped, frowning at his back before he found out I stayed behind. He returned with a grimace, and I prompted him to explain before we met investigators. "I'll suggest giving her money in exchange for full custody."
"Will she agree?" I breathed, seeing the police officer approaching us.
"I have no idea, but I'll give it a shot." He shrugged, turning on his heels and stretching his arm towards the incoming woman dressed in a grey pantsuit, with glasses on her straight nose and shoulder-length light-brown hair behind her ears. "Good afternoon, Caroline," he greeted, and her green eyes lit up.
"It'sOfficer Nielson here, Mr. Thorn," she corrected him, but her lips stretched into a toothy smile, and I blinked in confusion, unsure what this was about. "You're here early." She shook his hand, holding it longer than was necessary until he gently pulled away.
She smiled and turned to the door, motioning for us to follow her.
"She's been after me for as long as I can remember," Andreas whispered, placing his palm on the small of my back. "Leave this to me."
"Okay, boss," I agreed, smiling politely when I entered the small, austerely furnished office. There was only a wooden table in the corner with a lamp and computer covered with papers and files, two simple chairs, and shelves with boxes.
"Sorry for the mess. I'm drowning in work," Officer Nielson said, offering her hand. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Thorn. Thank you for meeting me."
"Of course. What can I do for you, officer?" I sat opposite her, waiting for Andreas to find a place for his briefcase, but there seemed to be none.
We both lifted an eyebrow at him when he turned in every direction, confused. "I hate small places," he mumbled and plopped beside me, realizing we were staring at him. "Sorry, I never worked in a box."
Caroline smiled at him sweetly and directed her attention to me, opening a thick file.
"Mrs. Thorn, when did your relationship with Sebastian Thorn start?" she asked, taking the black pen and opening a small notebook.
"Officially? On April 28, this year," I replied, narrowing my eyes at the copy of the mine and Bastian’s contract that the officer took out from the drawer. We still haven't found out who gave the agreement to the press and to the police.
"The date here is different." She pointed to the dotted line with my signature and grimaced.
"Yes, that's the start of our BDSM relationship," I clarified, and she flashed me a fake smile, entwining her fingers on the table.
"Mrs. Thorn, can you give me a direct answer to my question?"
"I did." I crossed my legs, leaning into my seat. "Our working relationship started even sooner."
"Do you think this is a joke?" she inquired, frowning at me. "Your husband is being sued for sexual harassment, and I have a contract about spankings, anal, and other interesting things in my hands."
"Caroline," Andreas interrupted our staring contest and my imminent sharp response with his deep voice, and she glanced at him with an irritated scowl on her face. "First, Electra is not the one suing him, and second, the contract you're referring to is not legally binding."
"It's evidence," she snarled, tapping the pen onto the paper, but he didn't move a muscle.
"Of what? That she likes to be fucked in the ass?" He finished the sentence with a low chuckle, and I whipped my head in his direction. His comment was inappropriate, but she instantly shut her mouth.
"What is your connection with Sarah Pearson, Mrs. Thorn?" She changed the topic, squeezing the poor pen in her palm like it was responsible for her minor failure.
"None," I answered, trying to recall any memory that involved Sarah. "She worked on a different floor. Sometimes, she stopped by to chat with my former boss, Lena Kowalski, and I was at the meeting when Bastian fired her. That's all."
"No drinks after work, gossiping in the kitchen, or other activities?" the officer continued, making quick notes.
"No, nothing," I confirmed, glancing at Andreas, who was checking his perfectly manicured nails, looking bored as hell.
