Page 30 of The Don's Hidden Heir

You have until tomorrow morning to tell my son about me.

Tell our son I’ll introduce myself formally tomorrow.

My chest constricts because I know Dominic wasn’t bluffing when he said that. I need to tell Lucas about him before Dominic does, but I can’t think of a way to start. All I know is that I have to do it now.

I spread my arm around Lucas’s shoulder and bring him. Closing my eyes, I inhale deep breaths. “There’s something I need to tell you, Lu.” His blue eyes are blinking at me through dark lashes when I open mine. “It’s about your Dad.”

Lucas furrows his brows. “Is he dead? My friend at school said you’re lying and my Daddy is dead. That’s why you won’t let me see him.”

A bitter smile quirks my lips and I ruffle his hair. “No, baby. Your Daddy isn’t dead.” I swallow to push down the lump in my throat, but it doesn’t help much. “He’s alive and…he’s the man you met at school today.”

His tilts his head and stares at me through squinted eyes, then a slight smile parts his lips. “You’re teasing me, Mom, aren’t you?”

“I’m not.”

His smile widens when he sees that I’m serious. “That handsome man is my daddy?”

I nod.

Lucas jumps to his feet and bounces on the bed. “Yes!” He begins to dance while singing, “I have a Daddy! And my Daddy is cool!”

The churning in my stomach hasn’t died down yet, but seeing Lucas so happy puts a smile on my face. When I came home this evening, I’d dreaded telling him about Dominic because I wasn’t sure how he would react.

Sure, he’s always wanted a father, but he was still a child and I was afraid he wouldn’t be able to process the information very well. Luckily, Lucas is mature for his age, and he is a bubbly little human. He’s been that way since he was born.

I’m reeled back to the present when Lucas wraps his hand around my neck. “Can he take me to school tomorrow, Mom?”

“Lucas, I…”

“Pleaaaase.”He pouts and blinks. He is so cute.

I don’t think I can say no to him. “Fine. I’ll call him to pick you up tomorrow.”

He squeezes his arms around my neck as he hugs me. “Thank you, Mommy. You’re the best!”

I rub his back. “You’re the best too, baby. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He pulls away, lies down beside me and pulls the cover over his body. “I’ll go to sleep now. I need to wake up early so I won’t keep Daddy waiting.”

“Daddy?” That’s so quick.

“Don’t be jealous, Mom,” he says playfully. He curls his arms around my leg and after only a few minutes, he starts to snore.

I carefully remove his hands and slip from the bed. I take my phone and pad my way to the living room. Crashing on one of the sofas, I pull up Dominic’s number.

I haven’t replied to his last message yet and I don’t intend to.I’m only texting him because of Lucas, nothing more.

I’m uncertain if that is the only reason I’m texting him tonight. Would I be in the living room, conflicted about texting him if Lucas hadn’t begged me to allow Dominic drive him to school tomorrow?

My fingers hover over the screen. I take another deep breath, then start to type. Once I’m done, I tap thesendbutton and toss my phone on the sofa.

I can’t bear this.

Memories from the office start to invade my mind. I’m back to the moment where Dominic is sitting so close to me heat sears from his body and prickles mine. It’s so hot and raw that static shoots up my thighs and starts to throb between my legs.

I place my hand in the same spot his had scorched my skin. Goosebumps shiver over my skin, skittering all the way to my breasts until my nipples are hard under my nightie.

It’s been seven years since he touched me, seven years since he whispered dirty commands into my ear. Still, he has the same effect on my body as he did before. Just a simple touch from him and I’m going berserk with need for more.

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