Page 53 of Vengeful Seduction
Kaye was usually so sweet and biddable, and part of me assumed, even with how big of a bee she had in her bonnet about this, that she would back off and accept my words, even if she didn’t like them.
The thing about Kaye, though, which I had forgotten, was she could be stubborn when she really, truly wanted something. I had only seen it a few times. Mostly, she was content to go with the flow and allow whatever happened to happen, but she could definitely hold her own when it came to something very important to her.
“You don’t have the right to shut me down like this,” Kaye argued. “I’m ready to have a baby now.”
I stared at her, trying to will her to back down. This was a nightmare. If this marriage was real, I would be thrilled. It actually surprised me a little just how badly I wanted what she was offering—a family, a baby, and something to link us together forever.
Which was exactly why the whole thing was so terrifying. I wanted it too badly. Kaye was going to be out of my life, and not too very far in the future either. It was utterly unfair of me to bring a baby into this.
“I want to get off the pill,” she told me firmly, her eyes sparkling with resolve in a way that made me want to grab her, bend her over the desk, and get started on the baby right then and there. “I want to get this started. I wouldn’t force anything on you, but …you have to at least think about it.”
No way. I wasn’t about to get caught in a trap, no matter how cleverly she laid it out for me. If I agreed to this—to any of it—she’d see this as a plausible option and it really wasn’t.
“We’re married, David. ‘Til death do us part, remember?” Kaye implored. She reached out and took my hand, squeezing it, and I was so surprised by the sudden movement, I let her have it. “There’s no reason to wait. Just …think about it?”
Oh, God.
My heart clenched in my chest, a tight stone that threatened to sink into my belly. I wanted it. I hadn’t known until she spoke the words, but I wanted a baby—a child to follow in my footsteps. In our footsteps.
And I could hardly ask for a more perfect co-parent than Kaye. She would be amazing with a child, I could already tell. We had the money for it too …
The thought stopped me cold in my tracks. While I was waxing poetic about having a baby with my wife, I was forgetting about the money. So much money to help me with my endeavors. Money that should’ve been all mine and mine alone.
Most people would agree it would be a pretty steep price to pay for a child.
There was absolutely no way I was going to let her get away with this. She wasn’t going to take everything from me, and I was suddenly furious that she would even try.
“No.” My voice was utterly uncompromising. What was the point in giving her false hope? It just wasn’t going to happen, and I stared at her, willing her to see the facts. “I don’t want a child. Not right now. Just wait.”
Just wait.
It wasn’t even logical. There was literally no reason for us to wait, or no reason she knew about anyway.
“David …” she blinked back tears, and I felt like pretty much the biggest asshole in the whole entire world. I was making her cry, and she wasn’t the type of woman to use tears as a weapon. She was genuinely upset—heartbroken even.
And there was much worse to come. She was going to have to be strong. I liked to think she could be. Maybe this wouldn’t break her completely in the end. It helped my guilty conscience to think so, anyway.
“Damn it, David,” she cried, tears streaming down her face. She dashed them away angrily. “Why won’t you at least think about it?”
I didn’t answer. What could I say? I could hardly tell her the truth. Oh, sorry, Kaye, we can’t have a baby because I’m after your money, which should be mine, and I don’t want to bring an innocent child into this mess?
Oh, that would go over well.
She spun away from me, going to the door and throwing it open, the knob hitting the wall with a loud bang. Kaye ran out, hair streaming behind her, sobbing. Not just with sadness, either, I was willing to bet. She was furious with me.
I wasn’t even sure I could blame her. She should be. I was deliberately doing terrible things to her.
It settled into my craw. She was utterly furious with me. Would she end our marriage over this?
I shook my head as I thought about the question I had asked myself. No, Kaye wouldn’t give up that easily.
And I couldn’t give up the inheritance. I just couldn’t do it. As much as part of me wished I could, as much as I wished I could give Kaye what she wanted—what we both wanted—and start a little family with her, it just wasn’t possible for me.
Giving up was something I didn’t know how to do. I was set on this path now, bound to follow it to the end. So I let Kaye go, then reached for the phone.
“What is it, David?” Brent sounded annoyed. I knew he was in a bad mood, cranky with me because I hadn’t let him go further with the plan. Part of me wondered if he was yearning to taste my wife’s delicious lips, her tits, and her pussy.
My blood began to boil, but I took a deep breath to cool it a bit.
