Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“Three times,” he muttered.
She grimaced as if that number made it even worse. “I don’t remember that.”
“I do.”
“I guess it wasn’t as memorable for me.”
He tilted his head and studied the woman before him. The one he had actually thought might be for him all those years ago. Which proved he was young and dumb at the time and only thinking with his dick. “No? Didn’t give you anything worth rememberin’?”
“You mean like crabs?”
He blew out an irritated breath. “Didn’t give you crabs.”
“Then I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she answered in a snotty tone.
He raised his eyebrows at her lie. “No idea?”
She lifted her chin. “Nope.”
“Found out recently you’ve had somethin’ of mine for the last fourteen years.”
Her mouth gaped open, and she stumbled back. Dawg reached out and snagged her wrist again to keep her from tumbling backward onto the pavement.
“Let me go!”
Dawg released her and held his hands up in surrender. “Just tryin’ to help.”
“How are you helping me by coming here now, after all these years, and saying stuff like that?”
“It’s true, ain’t it?”
She glanced toward the house, a worried look on her face. “No.”
“Bullshit, Regan. I saw her.”
“When?” she breathed.
“A few months ago at her school.”
“Why would you go there?”
“To see if it was true. To make sure she’s mine.”
Regan slammed her hands on her hips. “So what if she is? She doesn’t know you. I don’t want her to know you.”
His body went solid. “That’s fuckin’ clear.”
“Even if she was yours, you have nothing to offer her. Just look at you.” She waved a well-manicured hand up and down his body.
His nostrils flared as he sucked in an impatient breath. “Regan, is she mine?” He needed to hear it once and for all. The absolute truth.
“She’s my husband Paul’s.”
Another fucking lie. “On paper or by blood?”
Regan grimaced.
Dawg shook his head at her reaction. “Gettin’ a DNA test.”
“No! I’ll fight it.”
He shrugged. “Try it. It’s gonna happen.”
“Why would you want to screw up her life? Paul has given us a good one. He’s giving her all the opportunities you’d never be able to give her. With you, she’d be lucky to end up in a community college, if she didn’t end up on the pole. With him she’s got a shot at an Ivy League school.”
“Because her life’s a lie.”
“It’s a good lie. She doesn’t have a clue that Paul isn’t her father. She knows no different, Dawg.”
“But I do.”
“Don’t be so damn selfish. This isn’t just about you. This is about my daughter.”
“Just confirmed she’s my daughter, too.”
“It doesn’t matter. You are nothing to her, Dawg. Nothing. Get that through your thick head. The only thing you had going for you was that you were decent in bed. That’s it. My first mistake was missing a couple days of my birth control and thinking I would still be covered. My second was thinking it’d be fun to have a couple of nights with a bad boy like you. But my biggest mistake was actually fucking you.”
His hands clenched into fists and his jaw got tight.
Dawg had never hit a woman before and he wasn’t about to start. But it was close. So fucking close. She was lucky she wasn’t a man because her ass would be on the ground right about now, knocked the fuck out.
“You were a damn biker. Obviously, you still are. Why would you have wanted to be saddled with a baby back then?”
“Took my fuckin’ choice away, Regan. Didn’t gimme a chance to decide how to handle it.”
“You’d better think long and hard about this, Dawg. Think about what you’re going to do to Caitlin. Think about what kind of turmoil you’re going to cause in her life. Why would you do this and be so selfish? Why would you come in now and interrupt her life?”
“Maybe ‘cause I didn’t know ‘bout her, Regan. So don’t accuse me of being selfish. You,” he poked his finger in her direction, “kept my blood from me. Now, that’s fuckin’ selfish. Wanna know my daughter. Have every right to know her. Wouldn’t be any turmoil if I’d known about her from the fuckin’ beginnin’.”
“One reason I didn’t tell you because I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I considered having an abortion. Just because I didn’t, doesn’t mean I want to relive my mistake over and over for the rest of my life.”
“You didn’t tell me because you considered me that mistake. You’ve made that pretty fuckin’ clear.”
She tilted her head as she stared at him through her sunglasses that probably cost a small fortune. “Are you still running that strip club? If you are, DNA test or not, you don’t have a chance in hell on getting visitation rights. No judge in their right mind will give you that. So think hard on that, Dawg. What kind of morals are you going to teach a fourteen-year-old girl when you have naked women dancing on a stage in front of a bunch of perverted men?”