I’d never wanted to spoil a woman before. A part of me warned me that it wasn’t safe to give Sara so much of me emotionally, and yet, I couldn’t seem to help myself. She was so fucking beautiful carrying my child.
At the end of the week, we had to head home, but I intended to take many more trips there with Sara. I could even imagine making sandcastles on the beach with my son or daughter.
Sara slept on the plane ride home, and most of Sunday as she dealt with traveler’s fatigue. And growing a baby.
I considered extending our trip or my break, but I knew I needed to get to work. I had a wife and a baby to support after all. But I decided to move the daily meeting with my father to four-thirty instead of five each day. Hopefully that would put me home by six-thirty.
My brothers would certainly hassle me for putting so much importance on family or think I was ass-kissing my father, but I didn’t give a fuck.
The first thing I did when I arrived at the office Monday morning was call my lawyer, Tom, and asked him to come by ASAP. I’m sure he had other clients and appointments, and it was an asshole thing for me to pull rank, but I had things to take care of. I knew that the Raven name meant he’d be here as fast as he could.
“You look rested,” my father said from my doorway. It was rare that he’d come find me instead of summoning me to his office.
“It was a relaxing trip.” I wanted to tell him about the baby, but I knew that was something Sara would want to be a part of, so I held my tongue.
“And Sara?” he asked closing the door of my office behind him.
“She’s good.”
My father took a seat in one of the chairs at my desk, while I sat behind it. The reversal of our placement didn’t go unnoticed by me.
“Your mother would like her. She’d think she was a little young, but she’d like her.”
I nodded.
“That ass-wipe of a professor is on administrative leave pending an investigation. The college wants to talk to her, but I’ve put the kibosh on that. There are other young women he’s harassed, so I don’t think she’ll be needed. Besides, I don’t think she did anything with him.” My father tilted his head, as if he was asking my opinion.
“I know she didn’t,” I said.
He nodded and seemed pleased by my answer. “Other young ladies haven’t been so lucky. I’ve asked Alex to find any other interns we’ve had that were referred by him.”
“Good idea.” I’d still rather strangle the professor with his own dick, but getting him fired and maybe even arrested would have to do. Sara had more important things to think about now than that asshole.
“You haven’t, by chance, slept with other of our interns, have you? That could cause some issues for us,” my father asked.
“Fuck no.” I gave him an indignant look.
“Your brothers?”
“I don’t know. We don’t kiss and tell. You might want to talk to Hunter.” After all, my initial goal in taking Sara as was intern had been to keep Hunter away from her. At least that’s what I was still telling myself. “But even if he did, it wouldn’t be like the professor. He wouldn’t have offered her something in return. I don’t think he has trouble getting women that he’d need to bribe them.”
My father shrugged. “He’s still a Raven, and she’d have been an intern. Men in positions of power shouldn’t be sleeping with their staff or interns.”
I wasn’t sure if he was lecturing me about Sara, but since we were married, I decided it didn’t matter.
There was a knock on my door. “Mr. Raven, Mr. Lister is here,” Alex said poking her head in.
“Your lawyer?” My father quirked a brow.
“It’s nothing.” I stood. “Thank you, Alex, send him in.”
“You know I like you better now that you’re married,” she said to me.
My father laughed. “You know, so do I.”
Tom walked in the door as my father walked out. When the door closed behind him, he said, “That was fast, but I’ve got the divorce papers ready.”
“What? I didn’t bring you here to talk divorce.” I motioned for him to sit at my work table.
“Oh?”
I sat across from him. “This is between you and me, but Sara is pregnant, and I want to—”
“She can’t take the baby, Chase. As the father you have rights. Unless you’re not the father. After what was suggested in the paper—”
“What was suggested in the paper?” How as I losing control of this situation?
“Just something about sexual favors from a professor.”
“The one that will be losing his job for harassing his students?” I asked. “How hasn’t that detail reached the paper?” I shook my head wanting to get us back on track. “What I want is a trust for Sara and the baby. Can you manage that?”