The Affair: One Night...Nine-Month Scandal

by Maya Banks

  “Go to hell.”

  With that, she turned and stomped up the stairs. A few seconds later, the door to her bedroom slammed with enough force to shake the house.

  So she had a temper. He’d purposely baited her for no other reason than his anger over his apparent jealousy. The woman had him tied in knots, and he didn’t like that one little bit.

  If this Kirk was so hot to trot to come to Jewel’s aid, where had he been when she really needed him? If he was the father of her child, had he deserted them both and was now only back because he had competition? Or was this an elaborate hoax for them both to con him out of a fortune? He must have played right into Jewel’s hands when he offered her a generous settlement if the child turned out not to be his and they divorced. It was probably her plan all along.

  But then the entire scheme hinged on him granting her a divorce. He smiled coldly. He couldn’t wait to inform her that there would be no divorce.

  * * *

  Dinner was quiet and strained. Jewel was still furious over the way Piers had acted toward Kirk, and Piers’s face was cast in stone. He ate as though nothing had occurred between them at all, and that made her even angrier. How were they supposed to have an argument when he didn’t cooperate?

  Dessert was served, and as much as she wanted to enjoy the decadent chocolate tart, it tasted like sawdust.

  “I’ve been thinking,” Piers said. He spoke coldly, with no warmth or inflection in his voice.

  She didn’t answer and continued to concentrate on dissecting her dessert.

  “I no longer feel that divorce is an option.”

  Shocked, she dropped her fork, and winced at the loud clatter. “What? You believe that the baby is yours now? Before we get the results?”

  He raised an eyebrow in a manner meant to make her feel inferior and at a disadvantage. It was mocking, almost as if he were laughing at her.

  “I’m not a fool, Jewel. You’d do well to remember that.”

  “Then why this nonsense about a divorce? The child is yours, but you’ve never been inclined to believe that. Why on earth would you suggest there be no divorce until you’re sure?”

  “Maybe I’m just letting you know that your plan won’t work. I won’t grant a divorce, regardless of whether the child is mine.”

  He seemed to be studying her, waiting for a reaction. What kind of reaction? What was he thinking now?

  And then it hit her like a ton of bricks. Her mouth fell open in disgust.

  “You think this is a scheme to extort money from you. You think that Kirk is the father, and that I’m some whore sleeping with both of you.”

  She hadn’t imagined that anyone had the power to hurt her anymore. Long ago, she’d developed impenetrable armor against the kind of pain other humans inflicted. Despite it all, hurt overwhelmed her. She felt betrayed even though she never imagined she had his loyalty.

  With shaking legs, she clumsily got out of her chair, shoving it backward with more force than was necessary. She was determined not to break down in front of him. Before she escaped the room, she turned one last time to him.

  “Who did this to you, Piers? Who made you into a bastard who won’t trust anyone, and how long will it take you to figure out that I’m not her?”

  She hurried away, no longer able to stand his brooding gaze.

  Instead of retreating upstairs, she let herself out the French doors and ventured into the gardens. A chill chased away the flush of anger, and she gathered her arms close to her as she walked down a spiraling pathway deeper into the heart of the greenery.

  Old-fashioned streetlamps lit most of the paths. Finally she found a round, stone table with a circular bench. It was the perfect place to sit and enjoy the night air.

  What had she done? She rubbed her stomach absently, thinking about her daughter and the future. A future that didn’t seem quite as bright as it had before. Piers was being vengeful over a perceived wrong she hadn’t dealt him, and so he’d decided, as if she had no choice or say in the matter, that there wouldn’t be a divorce.

  Oh, she knew according to his stipulations that there would never be a divorce because she knew the child was his. Only he seemed convinced otherwise.

  What kind of life had she consigned herself and her child to? Would Piers’s attitude soften toward their daughter when he learned the truth? And what about Jewel? Would she forever be relegated to just being the woman who gave birth to his daughter or would he soften toward her as well?

  “You shouldn’t be out here alone.”

  She whirled around, her anger surging back when she saw Piers standing there, hands shoved insolently into his pockets.

  “I’m hardly alone, am I? No doubt there are countless security men surrounding me.”

  He nodded as he walked closer. “Yes, but you shouldn’t take such a risk just because I have a security detail.”

  “Tell me, Piers, will your security detail protect me from you?” she asked mockingly.

  “Interesting choice of words. I feel as though I’m the one in need of protecting.”

  She turned away, her shoulders shaking. “I want out, Piers. Immediately.”

  She heard his swift intake of breath and his hiss of anger.

  “I’ve just told you I won’t grant you a divorce.”

  “At this point, I couldn’t care less. It isn’t as if I ever intend to marry again. I just want to be away from you. Keep your damn settlement. I don’t want anything from you. Just my freedom. I’ll leave immediately.”

  She lurched forward, taking the spiraling pathway that would lead her back to the house, but Piers was beside her in an instant, his hand tight around her arm.

  “You can’t go anywhere at this hour, Jewel. Be sensible.”

  “Sensible?” She laughed. “Now you tell me to be sensible. I should have been sensible the moment you walked back into my life and took it over.”

  “Stay until morning. You won’t have to concern yourself with me asserting my husbandly rights.”

  “And you’ll let me go?” she asked incredulously.

  “If you still want to, then yes.”

  She studied him in the dark, and shook her head at the emotionless set to his face. Did he feel anything ever? Did he have a soul or had he given it away long ago?

  “All right then. I’ll leave first thing in the morning. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go to bed.”

  Piers watched her go, his chest tight with something that felt remarkably like panic. Of all the reactions he might have expected, this wasn’t one of them. When confronted with her deception, he’d expected tears, recriminations, even pleas to help her anyway. He hadn’t expected her to tell him to go to hell and leave. Where was the profit in that?

  Now he was stuck with thinking of a way to persuade her to stay. Until he figured out this puzzle, he needed her where he could find her at all times. For the first time, a surge of excitement tingled his nape. Could it be that she was really pregnant with his child? That this time, he had rights where the child was concerned?

  If so, there was no way he would let Jewel walk out of his life.

  Chapter 12

  Unable to sleep, Jewel spent her time packing her clothing. She hadn’t even unpacked everything yet, so the task didn’t take her long. The rest of her time was spent sitting on the bed, her hands braced on the mattress as she silently stewed.

  Why had she married Piers? It was a stupid decision, and yes, she’d been desperate, but not so desperate that she had called Kirk. No, she’d called Piers and then allowed him to take over and demand she marry him.

  Face it. You’re a hopeless dreamer.

  All of the things she supposedly no longer believed in had guided her every step for the last five months. Was it any wonder she’d royally screwed up
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  At two in the morning, she was lying in bed, in the dark, staring toward the window at the full moon spilling through the panes. She’d just closed her eyes and considered that she might finally fall asleep when sharp pain lanced through her side, stealing her breath with its intensity.

  She drew her knees up in automatic defense, and another tearing pain ripped through her abdomen. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t even process what she needed to do.

  When the agony let up, she rolled toward the edge of the bed. Fear was as strong as the pain now. Fear for her child. Was she losing her baby?

  Tears blurred her vision as she groped for a handhold. Her feet dangled above the floor when pain assaulted her again. She fell the rest of the way, landing with a thump on her side. She lay there, gasping for air, tears rolling down her cheeks as wave upon wave of pain shredded her insides.

  Piers, she had to get to Piers.

  She pushed her palm down on the surface of the floor, trying to lever herself up. The pain was unrelenting now. Nausea rolled through her stomach, swelling in her throat until she gagged.

  She clamped her mouth shut and took deep breaths through her nose.

  “Piers!”

  It sounded weak, and her door was closed.

  “Piers!” she said louder, and collapsed again when pain slashed through her side again.

  Oh God, he wasn’t coming. He probably couldn’t hear her, and she couldn’t get up.

  Tears slipped faster down her cheeks, and she moaned helplessly as the tearing sensation overwhelmed her.

  Then she heard the door fly open. The light flipped on, and footsteps thumped across the floor.

  “Jewel! What’s wrong? Is it the baby?”

  Piers knelt beside her, his hands flying across her body and her stomach. He started to turn her, and she cried out in pain.

  “Tell me what’s wrong, yineka mou. Tell me how to help you,” he said desperately.

  “Hurt,” she gasped out. “I hurt so much.”

  “Where?”

  “My side, my stomach. Low—around my pelvis. God, I don’t know. It hurts everywhere.”

  “Shhh, I’ll take care of you,” he said soothingly. “It’ll be all right. I promise.”

  He gathered her in his arms and lifted her up.

  “Will you be all right if I lay you on the bed for a moment? I need to get dressed, and then I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

  She nodded against his chest, unable to form even a simple word.

  He strode into his bedroom and settled her on the same bed they’d made love in the night before. His scent surrounded her, and oddly, offered her comfort.

  It seemed to take him forever to dress, but finally he was back, pulling her to him. He hurried down the stairs and outside into the chilly night.

  “I’m going to put you in the backseat so you can lie down,” he murmured. “I’ll have you at the hospital quickly. Try to hold on, yineka mou.”

  She curled into a ball as soon as he put her down and clenched her fingers into tight fists to combat the urge to scream.

  Not the baby. Please don’t let it be the baby.

  She barely registered the car stopping or Piers picking her up again. There were voices around her, a prick in her arm, the cold sheets of a bed, bright lights and then a strange man peering down into her eyes.

  “Mrs. Anetakis, can you hear me?”

  She nodded and tried to speak. Piers squeezed her hand—how long had he been there holding it?

  “The cyst on your ovary has caused your tube to torque. I’ve called in your obstetrician. He wants us to prep you for surgery.”

  A low whimper erupted from her throat. Piers moved closer to her, smoothing his free hand through her hair in a comforting gesture.

  “It will be all right, yineka mou. The doctor has assured me that you will receive the best care. Our baby will be just fine.”

  Our baby, she thought drowsily. Had he said our baby or was she imagining it? She couldn’t quite get her thoughts together. The pain had diminished and she felt like she was floating on a light cloud.

  “What did you do to me?” she asked.

  She heard a light chuckle from the nurse at her head.

  “Just something to make you more comfortable. We’ll be wheeling you in to surgery in just a moment.”

  “Piers?”

  “I’m here, yineka mou.” Again his hand stroked her hair, and she turned into his palm, her eyes fighting to stay open.

  “You said our baby. You believe she’s yours?”

  There was a hesitation, and she blinked harder to keep him in focus. There were worry lines crowding his forehead. Was he concerned for the baby?

  “Yes, she is mine,” he said huskily. “She’s our daughter, and you’ll take good care of her during the surgery, I’m sure. Rest now and don’t try to speak. Let the medicine take the pain away.”

  She gripped his hand tightly, afraid that if she let go, he’d leave. The bed going into motion startled her, and she pulled his hand closer.

  “Don’t go.”

  “I’m not going anywhere,” he said soothingly.

  His lips brushed across her forehead, and she relaxed, closing her eyes and allowing the pain to leave her.

  The voices dimmed around her. Then Piers kissed her again and told her softly that he would be waiting for her. Why? Where was he going? She wanted to ask but couldn’t muster the energy to do anything more than lie there.

  The bed rolled again and suddenly she was in a frigid room. She was lifted and transferred to a much harder surface, and it was cold. A cheerful voice sounded in her ear and asked her to count backward from ten.

  She opened her mouth to comply but nothing came out. She even managed to open her eyes, but by the time she mentally made it to eight, everything went black.

  * * *

  Piers paced the confines of the surgery waiting room like a caged lion, edgy and impatient. He checked his watch again only to find that three minutes had passed since the last time he’d checked it. Damn it, how long would it take? Why weren’t they telling him anything?

  “Piers, how is she?”

  Piers looked up to see Theron striding into the waiting room, his hair rumpled as if he’d rolled out of bed and onto the plane. But then he had. Piers felt guilty for dragging his brother out of bed in the middle of the night, but he was grateful to have him here.

  Piers briefly embraced his brother and the two sat down.

  “I don’t know yet. They took her in a few hours ago, but I haven’t heard anything since.”

  “What happened? Is the baby all right?”

  “The cyst on her ovary caused a tubal torsion. She was in unspeakable pain so they took her to surgery to remove the cyst and probably the tube as well. She was scheduled for surgery in a week’s time anyway so this just moved up the timeline.”

  “And the baby?”

  “There are...risks, but they’ve assured me they’ll do everything they can to prevent anything from happening to the baby.”

  “How long has she been in surgery?”

  “Four hours,” Piers said bleakly. “What could be taking so long?”

  “You’ll hear something soon,” Theron said comfortingly. “Have you called Chrysander?”

  Piers shook his head. “There was no need. It would take him too long to get off the island and come here. By the time he did, it would all be over with.”

  “Still, you should call him. He’d want to know, he and Marley both.”

  “I’ll call them when I know how she is.”

  The two brothers sat in the waiting room. After a while Theron left and returned with coffee for the both of them. Piers sipped the lukewarm brew, not really tasting it.r />
  “You’re different, you know.”

  Piers looked up in surprise. “What are you talking about?”

  “You seem more settled...more content even. I noticed it in your eyes when we were here for the wedding.”

  “As opposed to what?” he asked mockingly.

  “As opposed to the way you’ve existed ever since Joanna screwed you over and left with Eric.”

  Piers flinched. No one ever mentioned Eric to his face. He was sure his family probably said a lot behind his back, but never when he was around. The pain was still too fresh.

  “Don’t ruin your chance at happiness, Piers. This is your chance to have it all.”

  “Or lose it all again. Maybe I already have.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Piers took another gulp of the coffee and put the cup aside.

  “She was going to leave me in the morning. Her bags were already packed when I found her on the floor in terrible pain.”

  “Want to talk about it?” Theron asked carefully. “I’ve been accused of being dense once or twice by a certain woman in my life.”

  “You seem so sure it’s me who is the problem,” Piers said dryly.

  “You’re a man, and men are always in the wrong. Haven’t you learned anything yet?”

  The corner of Piers’s mouth lifted in a smile. Then he sobered. “I was an ass.”

  “Yes, well, it won’t be the last time. It seems an inherent part of our genetic makeup.”

  “A male friend of hers showed up yesterday to come to her rescue. I didn’t take it very well.”

  “No one can blame you for that. It’s part of being territorial.”

  Piers snorted. “Next you’ll be telling me that we’re all cavemen stomping around and marking our territory like dogs.”

  “Quite an image you’ve conjured there, little brother. I imagine that’s precisely what we do, just not in the literal sense.”

  Theron glanced sideways at Piers.

  “So she was going to leave you because you didn’t appreciate her male friend showing up?”

  “I might have accused him of fathering her child and the two of them of running a scam to extort money from me.”