Page 68 of Girl Going Nowhere

“There are so many other women involved that he’s not going to narrow in on you. You’ve never once reached out to him or asked for more money. I doubt that’s always the case. As long as you continue keeping to yourself, he’ll do the same. His team isn’t going to want to bring in another woman to the conversation to worsen the mess he’s made for himself.”

I think back to what that first reporter asked me weeks ago.Do you really want to be a girl going nowhere?The answer is simple. Yes.

Because at least nowhere is safe.

Dover can’t touch me.

He wouldn’t want to.

Not again.

Sabrina adds, “I looked over the paperwork you signed, and it’s like an amateur wrote it. You have the proper custody documents that you were smart to file after Maia was born, so there’s no way Dover can lay claim to any part of her life. On the very rare chance he chooses to try pulling any bullshit like that, we can easily use that ridiculous NDA they made you sign as evidence that he wanted no involvement in raising her. You’re safe, Blake.”

You’re safe.

You’re safe.

You’re safe.

A weight feels like it’s been lifted off me, allowing me to breathe for the first time in forever. “So it’s over,” I conclude.

“It’s over.”

Clicking my tongue, I walk into my room and close the door behind me. “How much do I owe you? I’ll need a little time to collect the money, but I—”

“It’s already paid for.”

I stop. “What?”

“It’s been taken care of,” she reassures me. “I’ll keep an eye out on the media, but I highly doubt anything will arise for you to concern yourself with. But if you have any questions, or something pops up, you know where to find me.”

When we hang up, I stare at the phone in confusion, wondering who could have footed the bill for time rendered. She’s not the most expensive legal counsel out there, but she’s not the cheapest either.

Finn.Even though we haven’t been on good terms lately, Finn is still my friend. Clearly, he’ll do whatever he can to help me. Even pay a ridiculous amount of money for me to get the legal help that worked itself out without her.

Walking out of my room, I tap on his bedroom door before opening it. “Hey, I just wanted to thank you for—”

I stop mid-step when I see Dante on his knees in front of Finn.

“Oh my God,” I whisper, face burning as I quickly back out and shut the door.

Standing there for a second to process the scene I just walked into, I swallow and step away as frantic voices speak from the other side of the door.

I’m about to rush back to my room when the front door opens and Brodie walks in. He smiles as soon as he sees me, but the look quickly vanishes when he sees the shock on my face.

“What’s going—”

“Isthatwhat you’ve been keeping from me this whole time?” I demand, pointing toward Finn’s door.

Brodie’s surprise turns to awareness when he glances over my shoulder at the two people who appear haphazardly dressed from Finn’s room. Under his breath, he murmurs, “I knew this would happen. Christ.”

Narrowing my eyes, I ask, “Is that the secret you’ve kept from me?” Instead of pinning this all on him, I turn to Finn and Dante. “All of you have kept this from me?”

The hurt in my tone is obvious. Did they think I’d care? That I’d judge them? I’ve never been the type to care who sleeps with who. I would be a hypocrite if I did. What I do care about is being kept in the dark.

It’s Brodie who puts his hand on my shoulder to bring my attention back to him. “I already told you that it wasn’t my place.”

From behind me, I hear Finn ask, “You knew this whole time?”

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