Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Sex is a lot easier than this bullshit.
I walk into my office and sit down. My phone rings and I glance at the screen. Joshua.
I answer. “Hey.”
“Hey, mate. Can you swing past my office on your way home?”
I frown. “Why?”
“I got some shit I need you to sign for the settlement.”
“Fuck, man. I’ve had a prick of a day. Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” Joshua and I are co-investing in some property.
“What’s up your ass?” he asks.
“Nothing. I’m tired,” I snap.
“Just come in for two minutes. I’ll have the paperwork ready.”
I roll my eyes. “Fine.” I hang up.
Two hours later, I walk into Joshua’s office on the top floor.
It’s just after six and most of the staff have gone home for the day. He’s sitting at his desk when I walk in.
“Where’s this document that couldn’t wait a fucking day?” I roll my eyes as I sit at his desk.
Joshua fakes a smile and holds his pen in his hand as he gestures to the leather sofa in the corner. My mother is sitting there. I didn’t see her as I walked in.
“Mom?” I frown. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”
She stands, walks over and kisses my cheek. “Hello, darling.” She puts her hands on both of my cheeks and looks at me. “Are you alright, dear?”
My stomach drops. I never could hide my emotions from her. “Yes, fine.” I sigh.
She walks over and stands near the window and looks out. I frown at Joshua. What’s she doing?
He shrugs.
“I ran into Ashley today, Cameron.”
My jaw clenches and my eyes flicker to Joshua. “Did you?” I reply flatly.
“Yes. She was dropping off Natasha’s dress at the dry cleaners.”
I stay silent as my eyes drop to the floor.
“She had a child with her. Her son.”
I roll my eyes. Here we go.
Joshua frowns in question. “Ashley has a son?”
“Yes. I only found out last night,” I reply.
He widens his eyes. “Fuck,” he whispers to himself.
“How well do you know Ashley?” she asks.
“Not as well as I thought, clearly. I didn’t know she had a son.” I walk over and look out the window at the street way below.
“The child is yours, Cameron.”
I turn to her. “What?” I frown.
She raises her chin defiantly. “I’ll bet my life on it.”
“He’s not. No way. That’s ridiculous—” I huff.
“What the hell are you on about, Mother?” Joshua interrupts.
“You met her before?” she asks.
“Yes, but...”
“The child would be four or five then? And he just so happens to be the spitting image of you at his age.”
I frown as the room starts to spin beneath me.
“It’s… it’s not possible,” I stutter.
“I’m telling you. He is the spitting image of Blake.”
“Well, then maybe he’s Joshua’s, because I wore a condom,” I yell.
She withers and folds her arms. “You’re upset.”
“And why the hell do you think that would be?” I yell. “You trick me over here to tell me I have a son I don’t know about.” I shake my head and throw my hands in the air. “I’m fucking thrilled.”
I turn to Joshua. “Do you have something for me to sign or not?”
Joshua shakes his head as he stares at the floor, stunned. He’s as rattled as I am.
I shake my head in disgust. “See you both later.” I walk out and head down to my car in the underground parking lot. The sound of furious blood pumping hard throughout my body is deafening and I rest my head in my hands as I sit in the darkened car, trying desperately to calm down.
When did I meet her in Vegas exactly?
I try to do the math and work backwards. I’ve no idea how long ago it was. Years, I know that much. How will I find out? I think for a moment, but my brain is so rattled, I can’t think straight. I get out my phone and flick through to the advertisement in the classifieds when I was searching for her. The date was 2012. Nearly five years ago, exactly.
I frown. Mother said Ashley’s son was four or five.
I stare into the darkness for a while as I think.
Fuck.
I start my car and slowly drive from the parking lot to end up sitting at the end of the driveway.
What now?
Ashley
I pace in the lounge room as I glance out at the street. Owen, Jenna, and I have just had dinner and I’m wondering if I should call Cameron again. My son is playing Lego in the lounge room and Jenna is reading a book beside him. I feel sick to my stomach.
Why won’t Cameron just call me?
A car pulls up outside the front of the house, and I peer through the sheer curtains to see the familiar Aston Martin parking.
My heart beats faster. Holy hell.
I quickly walk out the back to the lounge room and I tap Jenna on the foot. She looks up from her book.