She wrung her hands together. “It’s not important. He’s not going to publish a story or anything.”
“I want to know.”
Her blue eyes lifted. “He said you were at the Titan last night.”
I nodded. “And how did he hear that?”
“It’s a crazy rumor. I know it is. You told me yourself you wouldn’t go back there. But I realize it could have been Prince Klein or even Prince Liam. But I don’t think his schedule would have allowed for a late night—”
“Kenley, stop.”
She stared at me.
“It was me. I did go.”
She shook her head. “No. No. You wouldn’t. You couldn’t have. I was with you…”
“I had a car take me after you left the apartments.” I paused. “And I didn’t drink.”
“Oh.” I saw the recognition flash in her eyes. “You went for business.” Her eyes lowered.
It was a nice way to put buying sex for the night.
“No. Yes.” I groaned. “I didn’t bid on anyone, if that’s what you think. I came home alone.”
I had never felt the need to explain myself to her before. I’d fucked plenty of women. Kenley had sent them home in cars. Looking at her now, I realized what a shitty bastard I was for putting her in that position.
“But what else is the Titan for if not for the girls and booze?” she asked and then quickly covered her mouth. “I’m sorry. That was completely out of line.”
I chuckled. “I’ve been a member there for years. All the Sauvages are. You know that. Our esteemed queen came from there.” I laughed. My brother had balls for marrying a girl he bid on in an auction. “But I needed a different kind of business transaction last night. I set up a meeting with Johannes Montclair.”
“Why? Why would you go to that club?”
I reached inside my jacket and pulled out the letter. I handed it to Kenley.
“Because of this.”
12
Kenley
I looked at the folded paper in my hands and uncurled the page. I didn’t know what I was about to read, only that Dominic’s eyes were on me, watching me, studying me as I read the letter.
“This…this can’t be.”
I looked at him. My heart was in my stomach. I didn’t know whether to throw up or start to cry. I swallowed hard, fighting the tightness in my throat.
“It is.” He plucked the paper from my fingertips and returned it to his jacket.
“How do you know? How do you know it’s not some kind of trick?” I was shaking. “It could be extortion. It might not be true.”
“Sophia was never like that. She wouldn’t have cheated on me. The baby is mine.”
“You-you have a daughter?” My heart was breaking as the words came out.
He nodded slowly. “It appears so.”
I pressed my palm to my forehead. The thoughts weren’t coming quickly enough. I should have a plan. I needed to deal with the fallout of this kind of news. I would have to talk to the king. Sutcliffe would need to be brought in.