I need to relax, goddamn.
But now that everything is out in the open between me and Grace, it’s so hard not to lose my head.
“A meeting?” Gemma asks, sighing as she slides her glasses onto her face.
Grace smiles, blushing, full of energy and spunk that makes me wish we’d spent another hour in her bedroom …
But we were in there for three hours and both of us are sorer than hell spawn right now.
“Atrap,” she says. “That way, we can get him to tell the truth, the little worm.”
“Do you think you can get him to meet with us?” I ask.
She skips over to me and then walks around the desk. Even in her baggy sweatpants and hoodie, I’m glad that my sister is here, stopping any wild advances.
She’s so damn vivacious, life shining out of every pore. With her hair all wild and tousled around her shoulders, it’s like she’s begging me to slide my hands into it and lean close, kissing.
But not just having sex.
More.
Lying in bed and talking for hours, about the future, the past, everything, things I never dreamed I would ever talk about with a woman again.
But Grace has changed me.
And I don’t want to fight it anymore.
“We’re not going to tell him you guys will be here,” she says. “I’ll tell him I want to talk to him alone. He’s been creeping around so much, I bet he won’t turn that down.”
I nod, dropping into the seat, my heart thudding as anger drums into me.
“That man’s a real piece of shit,” I mutter. “He basically seduced you under false pretenses, Gemma. And then, the shit cherry on the shit sundae, he fucking kidnaps you and tries to force you to get an abortion. Hell, if you wanted to do that, whatever, that’s your choice. Butforcingyou?”
“That’s where you were that day?” Grace whispers, reaching down and clutching my hand. “You were rescuing your sister.”
“Hey!” Gemma giggles, walking swiftly over to the table. “I didn’t needrescuing. But yeah, sorry, Grace, that I had to steal him away from you like that.”
“So what happened after that?” Grace asks, giving my hand a squeeze.
“Nothing,” I growl, grinding my teeth from side to side. “His disappeared and never paid a damn penny for Sebastian. Maybe he thinks he can claim he’s not the father.”
“But what if we get him on tape?” Grace murmurs.
“What do you mean?” I ask, looking up at her.
She releases her lip from the bite. “We’ll confront him and get him on tape admitting to trying to fuck you over. Using a fake name. Being deceitful. Sure, we won’t be able to use it in court or anything. But we can threaten him and say we’d send it to future employers. That way, we could force him to take a DNA test and pay child support.”
“Woah,” I laugh, moving my hands up her side, tickling through the fabric of the hoodie. “Nancy Drew at her finest. That’s evil. That’s brilliant.”
Grace giggles, slapping my hand away, and then turns to Gemma. “What do you think?”
“I think let’s teach that asshole a lesson,” Gemma says fiercely, nodding.
***
I feel like a bit of a dickhead as Gemma and I crouch down in the small storage cupboard adjacent to the reception area, the smell of cleaning product drifting up from the bucket at our feet.
I make a mental note to ask Nick who stuck the mop in here so I can punish them later.
