Page 81 of Naughty Festivities

Amelia was right. He’d been a selfish bastard.

“Let’s get you home and we can work out a plan,” Darren said.

“I’m not playing around this time. We act aggressively and silence her,” Jack seethed. If she was carrying his baby, then he’d deal with it, but right now there was no proof and he had nothing to say to the media.

More importantly the Chief of Staff had been messaging him while on the flight demanding answers and asking him to report to POTUS first thing in the morning.

This was not good.

“We need to buy a week before we can get the test done. If she will have it,” Darren said.

“She’ll fucking do it,” Jack snarled. “I’ll get a court to demand it.”

His phone rang. Stupidly hoping it was Amelia, he pulled it out and saw Lucy on the screen.

“I need to take this,” Jack said, swiping. “Hey, Luce.”

“Jack,” she said, and he heard the disappointment in her voice.

“Luce,” he sighed. “Before you say anything—”

“Is Amelia okay?”

Oh.

He wasn’t expecting that question. At least not as the first thing she asked.

“Yes. No. No she’s not,” Jack said. “If the media asks questions, I need you to keep her name out of this. Tell Mom and Gary.

“Of course. You know we’d never say a word. So, did you sleep with that girl?”

Jack cursed.

“Yeah. I did. I fucked up. But it was consensual, and she’s blackmailing me. It’s complicated. Hopefully, in a few weeks, I’ll prove it's not mine.”

“I’m confused.”

“We don’t have proof of pregnancy or a test to say it’s mine. If it even exists.” Jack explained.

“If it is, you need to do the right thing by her,” Lucy said. “Mom is so upset.”

Fuck.

“I’m not marrying her Lucy! I’ll ring Mom.”

“No. But you need to support her, and that child is part of our family if it has Rutherford blood.”

His stomach turned sour as he ran a hand over his face.

Today Jack had planned to tell his family Amelia had said yes to being his wife. He wanted to marry the woman he loved, to be moving her to Washington with him, and planning what their family looked like.

Not dealing with this mess.

“I know. Fuck. Just please don’t believe anything you hear in the press,” Jack said. “I need to speak to the president in the morning, then I will ring Mom. Tell her I will sort this.”

“Okay. Jack,” Lucy said, and he heard the heaviness in her voice, “we all love you.”

“Thanks, sis.”

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