Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“I’m happy she finally told us. Jesus, it was hard to act like we didn’t know Blaire was living with you, let alone everything else. I’m more upset our girls felt like they couldn’t tell us and had to hide it.” Jack runs his hand through his hair. “Word of advice, Sly, never have daughters. They’re the reason I have a head full of gray hair.”
“Oh, Dad, Sylvester and I didn’t keep anything from you. This is new. In fact, we’ve yet to tell his mom.” I wince. My mom is going to be fierce if I don’t nail down a time to talk to her.
“And, Dad, Mom, this has nothing to do with your parenting and everything to do to with worrying about all the things I couldn’t control. It took almost losing Blaire to make me realize losing her wasn’t worth having it all together.” Sable pulls her fiancée closer. Jack does the same to Stella. Fawn looks at me over her shoulder. The soft vulnerable look she gives me, fuck, we’re not going to make it through dinner.
“Jack, next week, stop by my office if you get a chance. There’s something else we need to talk about. I’m sure Fawn gave Stella the name, but don’t go digging. It’s covered, and I’ll make him pay for what he did to her. Stella, it was great seeing you. We’ll reschedule dinner another night. I think everyone has some sort of celebrating to do today.” I don’t give Fawn a chance to hug her family goodbye. Nope, the bastard I am picks her up. She doesn’t miss a beat, wrapping her legs around my waist as I carry her out of the house, not putting her down until she’s safely in my car. I’m already planning where I can make a pit stop. Making it home before I’m inside of her won’t be an option. My cock is hard at the thought of coming inside her tight pussy with zero protection between us. Son of a bitch, I’ll be lucky if we make it out of the damn driveway at this rate.
TWENTY-THREE
Sly
“Son of a bitch, that devious little motherfucker,” I tell Boston the next day. We’re each on a pre-paid phone. Neither of us is taking any chances. It wasn’t long ago that his father was hacking into his calls and texts. The minute Boston realized it, we found a guy who specialized in jammers, making it impossible for Wescott to keep tabs on his son.
“No kidding. What does that mean for you? I mean, we already know he’s been stealing my money as well as Mom’s inheritance. I’m still not sure why she dragged your ass in, unless it’s part of a scheme to finally get the divorce she has been talking about.” Boston’s parents come from old money. A contract for marriage to be mutually beneficial for the families was involved, until Wescott got ahold of everything he could and slowly dwindled his money into nothing.
“Well, it means I’ve got to get Wyatt to dig a little deeper. He’s going to tour the damn country, and he’s starting off in New Orleans. Jesus, let me call my contacts down there at the police department. I’m going to put a protection order in place so he can’t be within ten miles of you and Amelie. Meanwhile, stay smart. A piece of paper isn’t going to prevent dick.” If it weren’t for the fact that I need to keep my eyes on Fawn, I’d be down in New Orleans. I would keep her in plain sight should we head down to Boston and Amelie’s, but she’s got a doctor’s appointment later this week. The other option of leaving her here isn’t happening.
“We’ll be okay. I’m not worried about him. Unfortunately, you’re on his radar. What I am going to do is call my mother, lay it on thick even if that means playing with her emotions. If anyone can find more dirt on him to get this ball rolling a bit faster, it will be her, and the thought of an innocent child.” Boston’s mom may not be the loving and caring person my own is, but she does have a bit of a heart buried down inside her, or she wouldn’t have come to my office, tipping me off about the money missing in Boston’s trust as well as the estate, left to her and only her.
“Still, I’d feel better having the documentation should he try something. Let me know what your mom says, and if Governor Wescott even so much as thinks he can get away with getting close to Fawn or my office building, I’ll let the public know exactly what he does to innocent women.” The only reason I haven’t released the security footage is to save Fawn from being brought into the limelight and sensationalism the media will no doubt rain down on both of us. Then we’d be a part of his three-ring circus more than ever.