Billionaire's Secret Baby

And it was her. It had taken most of the morning, but a friend of mine in the police department had been able to investigate the phone call and he had been able to somehow determine it came from the same cell phone tower near Tiffany’s apartment. That was all the confirmation I needed. It wouldn’t have been good enough for a court of law, but it was good enough for me. I knew it was her. There was no one else that it could have been.

Unless I had a psychotic secret admirer out there somewhere. That was always a possibility.

I was on my way to Tiffany’s. I had to confront her about this. I needed her to understand that she did not want this type of heat in her life. I would destroy her. I hated that bitch now. After what she’d done to me and now she was trying to ruin things when I’d finally found happiness. That wasn’t going to happen. No. I couldn’t let it. I was going to take control of things. I felt I had to protect Laney and I had to protect what we had.

I pulled up to Tiffany’s place and I glanced around. The place was quiet, but I knew she was there. Her little car was parked in the driveway. The trailer was nicer than I expected, at least it was from the outside.

I got out of the car and strode up to her little porch. I knocked on the door and it came out more like a pound. She was probably inside waiting for me to say I was with the police or something. There was probably a bunch of illegal shit strewn around inside the place. Jack claimed to have never seen anything around like that, but he was four and had no idea what he would be looking for and it was very easy to coach a child his age to say whatever mommy wanted him to say. I pulled my phone out and placed it in my front pocket with the camera turned on and recording video. I would use it as a body cam and see what it might pick up. That might be all I needed to get her parental rights taken away. Jack was better than this. He needed two stable parents in his life.

I knocked again, a bit softer this time. I could hear rustling inside as if Tiffany was trying to get rid of some evidence. I needed to drop an anonymous tip by the police department about her. They might do a random drug test and catch her off guard. They did that regularly, but if she had a way of knowing when it was coming I was sure that she could figure out a way to beat it.

The door opened up and there was Tiffany looking a bit sleepy eyed, or stoned. I wasn’t sure which.

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise,” Tiffany said. “What brings you by?”

“I think you know why I’m here,” I said.

She smiled flirtatiously. “Oh, you drop by for a nooner? I can arrange that.”

Tiffany reached out towards my crotch and I slapped her hand away. “Cut the shit, Tiffany! I know you called Laney. You called her. You made those threats. What were you thinking about? You actually are trying to wreck my relationship? How did you even know about us?”

“Wow, so many questions, so many accusations. What in the world are you doing? I have done nothing wrong.”

Her voice was robotic and sarcastically so. I wanted to strangle her. I began to grit my teeth and clench my fist repeatedly to keep my shit together. This bitch was trying to push my buttons.

“Don’t give me that. I know you did it. You going to admit to it? Or do I have the cops arrest your ass? Even if they can’t prove it and they let you go, I can mess up your job and get you fired. There is not the same burden of proof for getting fired as there is for being arrested and charged with harassment.”

“Is harassment even a crime? I’m not so sure.”

“So, you admit it? You made that phone call.”

“I admit nothing,” she said. “I haven’t done anything.”

“You can stand there and lie to my face all you want, but I know what you did. I know it and it doesn’t matter if I can prove it or not. You are not going to wreck this relationship. And I will get your rights to Jack stricken from you. Do you understand this?”

She smirked and rolled her eyes. “Whatever. You don’t scare me. Tell me that you don’t miss me. You want me back on that dick of yours riding and grinding.” She stepped closer to me. She did not smell that great, as if she had passed out drunk last night and was still drinking this morning. “You miss having a real woman on that stick.”