by Claire Adams
I glowered at him. “Want to know how I know it's your child? Because unlike you, I don't sleep around with hundreds of people. In fact, I haven't slept with anyone since you and I slept together. And before that, well. Let's just say that all the evidence is there. You're the one who got me pregnant.”
It was silent in the room.
“This righteous indignation is refreshing,” he told me, surprising me. “I don't think I've ever been slapped by a woman before.”
“You deserved it,” I muttered petulantly, but the so-called righteous indignation was quickly disappearing, replaced by tears. “You don't know how hard it's been.”
Andrew rolled his eyes. “You should have known it was going to be difficult before you had the kid,” he said. “Why didn't you put her up for adoption if you didn't think that you could handle it? Or better yet, you could have gotten an abortion and saved yourself all the trouble.”
“I didn't realize how hard things were going to be,” I told him. “And I'm not just talking about Emma.” I took a deep breath, knowing that I had to tell him the rest of it, to explain why I had really come. “I was fired from my job at Albright.”
“Because you were pregnant?” Andrew asked, raising an eyebrow at me. “That's not legal.”
“Not because I was pregnant.” I paused. “Orinoco decided to pass on the acquisition deal. My bosses at Albright thought I, and that one-on-one insurance meeting that you and I had, had something to do with it. Or rather, they needed a scapegoat. They needed to explain to everyone at the company why those big bonuses that everyone was expecting weren't actually going to happen. And they chose me as their scapegoat. I was an easy target.”
“So, they fired you,” Andrew said. “And you decided to be lazy and stay out of work so that you could take care of your daughter, rather than doing what every other working mom in your position would have done and gone out to find a new job.”
I gave an incredulous laugh. “You don't know me at all,” I snapped. “How dare you make accusations like that.”
Andrew gave me a mild look. “Then please do tell me why things have been so difficult for you.”
“They blackballed me,” I told him. “I haven't been able to get any work at any decent companies since I was fired by Albright, no matter how hard I try. And believe me, I've been trying. I've sent my application out to hundreds of companies since I was fired. Not just for insurance analysis positions, either. I've worked as a waitress, a retail seller, a secretary, and really anywhere that would give me a job. But being a single mom and holding down a full-time position is impossible.”
“Hire a nanny,” Andrew suggested. “I don't know what you want me to tell you. There are plenty of mothers who do it every day. Maybe your attitude needs to change.”
I sobbed. “Oh, really?” I asked. I shook my head, pressing my fingertips to my eyes and trying to quit crying. I needed to hold on to that anger for a little while longer.
“Why are you here?” Andrew asked, sounding aggravated. “You want me to be part of Emma's life? You want her to know who her father is?”
“Actually, neither of those things,” I told him. “If I had my way, you wouldn't even know about her. And I definitely don't want a cold asshole like you being involved in her life. But I'm desperate, and I need your help. Ever since I slept with you, it's just been one long string of bad luck that I can't seem to recover from. I keep expecting that the worst is over, but things never seem to turn around. You're the last person that I wanted to ask, but I need your help. Please. For Emma's sake.”
Chapter Ten
Andrew
I knew deep-down, judging by the looks of the kid, that Emma must be my daughter. She looked too much like Katherine for that not to be the case. And to be honest, that scared me. Having a daughter had the potential to disrupt my entire life. I'd grown accustomed to living my life however I pleased, to having my life be all about me and no one else.
Having a daughter would mean responsibilities. It had the possibility to disrupt the good thing that I had going with Renée. It would mean that my life had to be about someone other than me.
And already I was having feelings of guilt, watching Lexi crying in front of me. There was definitely a part of me that wanted to insist that she was just being lazy or that she had brought this upon herself. There was a part of me that wanted to insist that I didn't owe her anything and that if she thought otherwise, she was crazy.
But I couldn't get that little girl's face out of my mind. The way that she had looked solemnly up at Janice, the enthusiastic nod when Janice suggested peanut butter crackers for a snack. She was cute. And she looked like Katherine.
Between that and the tears, it made me want to agree to whatever Lexi was here to propose.
It was a strange feeling to have. After all, it wasn't as though I'd never had a woman come crying to me before. But they'd never been in this situation.
Still, the whole thing seemed strange. Why hadn't she told me when she first found out that she was pregnant? Why tell me now? If I believed what she'd said, she'd been fired by Albright nearly three and a half years prior to that. None of this made sense.
And somewhere deep down, I was still reeling at the thought of having to deal with the responsibilities that came along with having a kid.
I shook my head. “As I said before, I don't like it when people try to take advantage of me,” I told her. “You've clearly figured out a way to survive for the past three years, so I suggest you keep doing that. Rather than taking the lazy way out and coming to me, expecting me to solve all your problems.”
Lexi gaped at me for a moment, a fresh wave of waterworks threatening in her eyes. She turned her gaze away, staring down at her hands as she twisted her fingers together. “Why are you so sure that this is just a scheme?” she asked. “If this was a scheme, don't you think I would have come here a long time ago? I'm only here now because I'm desperate.”
“You hardly seem desperate,” I said, snorting derisively.
“I haven't really figured out some way to survive,” she admitted, sounding miserable. “We've been living off my savings. Even when I've managed to hold down a job, it's barely been enough for everything that Emma needs. I have nothing left at this point. Thirty-six dollars in the bank. That's it. I was evicted a couple weeks ago. I've been living on at a friend's place, and she's been helping me out with food. But that's obviously not a long-term solution.”
“So instead, you want me to help you out with food and accommodation?” I asked snidely, even though I was feeling even more guilty by the second. I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my arms and promise to make everything better.
I wasn't sure where that feeling came from, but I was determined to push it away.
“You think I want to be here?” she snapped. “You think I want to beg you to help me out with Emma? If I had my way, I would be able to provide the best sort of life for her, all by myself. If you knew her, you'd want the same. She's such a great kid, and she deserves so much better. She deserves so much better than to have an asshole like you for her father, and she deserves so much better than to have a failure of a mother like me. I'd consider putting her up for adoption, but I honestly can't imagine my life without her. She's such a good kid.”
She took a deep breath. “If this were some sort of scheme, don't you think I would have come immediately when I found out I was pregnant? That was only a couple months after we slept together. Like I said, I'm surprised you even remember me at this point. But I didn't want you anywhere near that child. I didn't want Emma to realize what she was missing out on. I didn't want her to know that her daddy was rich and could give her everything that she ever dreamed of, but unfortunately for her, he was also a selfish bastard who refused to share that wealth with anyone.”
Her words hurt more than I would have expected them to, given that I hardly even knew the woman. But there was something about them that reminded me of how my own parents had been. Mo
m was always so aloof. She'd hated hugs, and she'd pawned off most of her motherly duties on a string of nannies, who never seemed to last very long given that Mom was constantly criticizing them for the smallest of things.
And then there was Dad, whose only concern for me was whether or not I'd be ready to take over his business when he was ready to hand it over to me. He'd probably known from the time I was small that he would be dumping Orinoco on me the moment I had graduated from college.
Lexi was probably right, and it was better that I had nothing to do with Emma, even if the girl was my daughter.
“I just don't know where to turn to at this point,” Lexi confessed, still unable to meet my eyes. “My mother's an artist. She was barely able to scrape together enough to raise me above the poverty level, and she's been earning less lately. She's living in this artist's retreat at the moment, so I hardly ever even see her, and it's not like Emma and I could go stay with her. It's hard to even get in contact with her. The place doesn't have Wi-Fi, and there's only one phone line for all of them to split.”
She shook her head. “Misty's been great, but I know I can't stay there much longer. She can't really afford the place on her own, and it's not like I can contribute anything to rent. I can't even contribute toward groceries. Other than that, I guess it'll just be government aid, but I could be waiting a while before they get back to me, and even then, we all know that government aid doesn't really provide much of a life for kids.”
“There are plenty of programs now that would help you,” I scoffed. “You might have to live in a low-income area, but you'd have a roof over your heads and food on the table.”
“But do you really want your daughter growing up in a low-income part of the city?” she asked, finally looking up at me again, a look of horror in her eyes. “I want her to be safe. I want her to make good friends, have healthy relationships. She's smart. I want her to go to a good school. I want her to have hobbies, to be able to join clubs or sports teams or whatever she wants to do. I don't want her to get the bare minimum that she needs to survive.”
“Well, then you're going to have to work on finding a job,” I snapped.
“I know that,” Lexi said, and this time, I could hear the desperation in her voice. “I'm trying to find a job. I applied to fifteen jobs yesterday. Some of them, I don't even know how I would get to them if they did hire me because I don't have a car anymore and the public transit system won't get me everywhere. But I'll figure that out if I get hired. I'm just desperate to find something at the moment. But first, I need a place to live. A place that Emma can call home, even if it's just for a little while.”
“I have space,” I found myself saying, before my brain caught up with my mouth.
“I didn't come here looking for a place to stay,” she said, sounding uncertain.
“No, you came here for money,” I agreed. “But if I'm making an investment, I like to see what that investment is getting me. You're an insurance analyst. You should understand that. I want to make sure that I know how that investment is doing and make sure that it's meeting the terms stated in the original plan.”
Lexi just stared at me, her eyes wide. “'The terms stated in the original plan'?” she echoed.
“Well, if I'm going to give you money, I should have some say in how that money is being spent,” I said matter-of-factly. “And as I said, you're going to need to get a job. Apparently, despite your claims that you've been applying to a number of different positions, you've been unable to get yourself hired, so I'll need to monitor you and make sure that you really are applying to as many jobs as you say you are. You know, if you don't have a job, you should be job-hunting every day.”
“You're unbelievable,” Lexi said, shaking her head.
I shrugged broadly. “It's up to you,” I told her. “You should have known that you weren't going to just get help for free. If you want my help, you're going to live here, and I'm going to interact with Emma just as much as you do. And we're going to sign a contract outlining the rules of this arrangement.”
I could see the uncertainty in her eyes, and I only hoped it wasn't mirrored with similar uncertainty in my own expression. I wasn't entirely sure where the words were coming from. I would be interacting with Emma just as much as she did? Did I want to have a relationship with my daughter? The more of a relationship she and I had, the more responsibility I was going to have toward her. It would be much easier to just pay Lexi a check every month and keep them out of my sight.
But for some reason, I didn't want that. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, whether it was those strange feelings that I'd had for Lexi ever since our night together or something tied up with my feelings for my parents. Or that niggling guilt that I had been feeling throughout this conversation. Perhaps it was a combination of all of those things. Whatever it was, I was asking Lexi and Emma to stay.
“I don't want Emma to know that you're her dad,” Lexi said slowly. “Not just yet. Please.”
“Fine,” I agreed. That was probably best for both of us. “Tell her that we're old friends. Tell her whatever you want to tell her. I have my own stipulations, too.”
“Such as?”
“We're not in a relationship,” I told her frostily. “We aren't in a relationship, and we're not going to be in a relationship. I have a girlfriend.”
“Are we going to tell your girlfriend that you and I are just old friends?” Lexi asked snidely.
“Don't be ridiculous,” I said. “I'm not in the habit of lying to Renée.”
“There's a shocker,” Lexi muttered. I glowered at her, and she ducked her head again. “Sorry.”
“I expect you to be civil, if we're going to be living together, regardless of what your personal opinions are of me.” I paused. “I don't shy away from my personal responsibilities, you know. Whatever else you might think about me, whatever else you might have heard about me and Orinoco and the way that I do business, that's one thing that you can always count on.”
“Good,” Lexi said. She bit her lower lip and then stood up slowly. “I guess Emma and I should go back to Misty's and tell her what's going on. Pack up our things.”
“Don't be ridiculous,” I said, knowing she must be exhausted from the outpouring of feelings that she'd displayed during the conversation. “Give Misty a call, maybe. But you can save packing up your things for another time. Let me show you around the house.”
Chapter Eleven
Lexi
The shower in the en suite room that Andrew was putting us up in was huge and luxurious. Between the size of the place, the pleasant warmth of the water, and the relaxing scents of his sister's hair products, which I was using to wash away all my worries, I never wanted to turn the water off and get out. But eventually, I did just that, drying myself off with a fluffy towel, careful not to drip all over the floor even though it was just Emma and me using that bathroom.
I got dressed in some clothes that Janice had given me. They belonged to Andrew's sister, who apparently had her own room there at his house, even though she only stayed there infrequently. They were clean and comfortable, and they fit perfectly.
I still couldn't believe his house was large enough that he had multiple spare bedrooms, plus a dedicated room for his sister who was only sometimes there. Then again, I thought, snorting, Andrew himself confessed to not spending very much time here outside of sleeping.
I toweled my hair dry and walked out into the bedroom, smiling at the sight of Emma napping in the middle of the large bed. Heck, that bed was about the size of the living room in my old apartment. We'd need to get her crib put up in there soon, but she could sleep with me for the night.
When Andrew had first suggested that we save the moving for another day, I'd wanted to argue with him, but now, with exhaustion weighing on my bones, I was glad he'd suggested it. The past few months, or the past few years rather, had been difficult, and now that Emma and I were going to have a relatively stable place at least for a little while, a
ll that stress was catching up to me. I was worn out.
There was a gentle knock on the door, and I blinked, wondering who it could be. I doubted it was Andrew. He'd made it clear that he had work that he wanted to get done for the rest of the day and that he didn't want us to disturb him. The prick had even mentioned writing something in the contract about his office being off-limits to all distractions, as though Emma and I were just there to get in the way.
Maybe it was the girlfriend that he'd mentioned? But I couldn't imagine Andrew telling her about us already, unless she was living there as well. I didn't think she was, though, based on what I knew about Andrew. And based on the fact that Misty hadn't mentioned anything in the tabloids about him having a live-in girlfriend. She would have known about it if that were the case. I was sure of it.
When I answered the door, it was Janice who was standing there, and I couldn't help but smile at her. The woman had been absolutely wonderful all afternoon. When Andrew and I had walked back into the kitchen, she and Emma had been baking chocolate chip cookies. Emma had been more of a hindrance than a help, but Janice was quick to heap praise on her anyway, and Emma had had the biggest grin on her face.
It was seeing that grin that made me realize how long it had been since I'd really been able to make Emma smile like that, and I felt another stab of guilt.
Janice had also made a great, kid-friendly grilled cheese dinner for Emma that evening, putting some green beans on the side and making sure that Emma ate them. I couldn't thank her enough.
Now, she came bearing a steaming mug of tea, and I practically cried at the sight of it. “Thank you,” I said, immediately wrapping both my hands around the mug.
Janice frowned. “It's a bit chilly in here, isn't it?” she said, marching over to the thermostat. She grinned over her shoulder at me while she adjusted it warmer. “I thought it was silly when I first found out that each room in this house has separate heating, just like in a hotel. But then I realized how few of the rooms Andrew actually uses on a regular basis, and I realized it makes sense for him to be able to only heat the rooms that he's using, rather than heating the whole house at once.”
