Easton let her hand go and took a seat. The coffee smelled wonderful, and he took his, sipping at the steaming liquid without a care for any burns or scalds.
“Have you made a decision?” Liam asked.
“I have, but first I want to know what Scar knows.” He looked directly at her, wanting the truth from her. “I’m not going to go forward if she’s being pushed into this.”
Scar smiled. “I know everything. Liam wants to share me with you, and you with me.” She looked toward her husband. “There is a lot you don’t know about us, but I want this, if you do. I don’t believe in force.” Easton noticed as she held Liam’s hand just a little tighter, almost as if she was afraid to speak. “And I think if we’re discreet and lay some ground rules, this could work.”
“You know this is about me fucking you, with your husband, without him. All of it?”
“I know he’s trying to make a family with us, yes. It doesn’t surprise me. Does it surprise you, Easton?”
“Everything right now surprises me.”
“What’s your decision?” Liam asked. “Once we know what you want, we can move on and make a chance of this.”
He sighed. Locking his fingers together, he looked at each of them, in turn. “I want this chance more than anything. It’s a yes. What I don’t want is to hurt Scar again.” He looked at her. “I know I hurt you once, and I’d do anything to change the pain I’ve given you.”
“Excellent,” Liam said.
“You need to tell him the truth,” Scar said, looking toward Liam. “If he’s involved in this, he has a right to know.”
“A right to know what?”
Liam and Scar stared at each other, and he watched the man nod his head.
“I’m bisexual,” Liam said. “It has been a dream of mine to find a man and a woman to share my life with. Scar knew of this, and before our marriage I was involved with another man, but it ended badly. I wasn’t willing to give up my woman. Of course, she didn’t know I was going to develop feelings for her.”
“Our marriage was originally a contract,” Scar said. “You cannot under any circumstances speak of this to anyone. If you do, you void all contact with your son.” Scar gave Liam’s hand a squeeze.
“This is an NDA with special requirements. At any time, you speak to the press or violate our privacy, you forfeit your right to your son, and any children we may have.”
Easton stared down at the document. “Excuse me?”
“I take my privacy seriously. Anyone who comes into this kind of arrangement must be willing to take risks here. For your silence on our family, you will get full access to your son, even if this doesn’t work out. Talk, and I will end you.”
Easton looked toward Scar. “You accept this?”
“The happiest of my entire life has been with Liam. At first, I thought it was a little … full, but I know he does it out of love. This is his life and our life. I signed my own years ago. What you’re doing is not only protecting Liam and yourself, but Junior and me. Any kind of kiss and tell could be dangerous, and I won’t have that.”
“Neither will I.” Liam held out two other forms. Easton hadn’t realized he’d brought with him a file from the kitchen. “Here are two NDAs signed by Scarlett and myself. You’re protected just as much as we are.”
“How?”
“In the event of your reputation being damaged, you can contest for full custody, or shared custody. You will also be compensated. I told you, I protect all the people I care about.”
Easton stared down at the two forms, and they had signatures. “Wow.”
“You will be part of the protection I offer, Easton. I know it must take a great deal agreeing to this.”
He looked up at Liam. “Hold on, does this mean you find me attractive?”
“I will not give any further detail unless you wish to continue and sign the form.”
Easton stared at the form. It wasn’t a terrifying concept. After having his entire life smeared across the tabloids and his father in prison, there really were worse ways about keeping your life private.
With the flick of his wrist, he signed the NDA. He wouldn’t ever have to give up his son because he valued privacy and respected Liam for doing everything he could to protect the family he held dear to him.
“Excellent. Yes, I find you attractive. I want to see you and Scarlett together as well. Do you have any other questions?”
“I’m still absorbing the fact you find me attractive.”
“What’s not to love? Your eyes are so dark and smoky, and even though you have the worst fashion sense in the world, you’re hot.”
“Is this odd for you?” Easton asked, turning to Scar.