Billionaire Baby Daddy

I forced myself to walk forward with measured steps, knowing that if I showed how worried I was, things could escalate quickly. But I breathed out noisily when I realized who was really there, lurking in the shadows next to my car. I should have known. Fucking Renée.

“You psycho bitch,” I swore. “You've gone too far this time. What the fuck are you doing? Stalking me?”

“Of course not,” Renée said, tossing her hair casually back over her shoulder. She stepped closer to me. “Anyway, it's good to see you, too.” She sounded sarcastic, as though she really expected there should be any reason for me to welcome her presence here.

“Get away from my car,” I spat. “I'm going home.”

“You should take a look at what I've got first,” Renée said, waving around a file folder.

“I don't give a shit,” I told her, incensed. “Whatever it is that you think you've got there, you can shove it up your ass. Stay the fuck away from me and my family. And if I see you near my company again, I'll have no choice but to call the police and get a restraining order.”

I didn't really want to do that. The paperwork would be messy, and I knew that the tabloids would be all over it. Renée came from a wealthy family, and I respected her father quite a bit. I knew that he wouldn't want to see his daughter's reputation ruined. But it was getting to the point where she was leaving me no choice.

“Just read it, would you?” Renée snarled, shoving the folder against my chest so that I had no choice but to accept it.

I rolled my eyes and flipped it open, making a big show of glancing through it.

“I had a private investigator do a little digging,” Renée told me. “Of course, it was hard to find someone willing to bend a few minor laws and do what I required, but once I found the guy, it was almost too easy. You're being conned.”

“Oh, am I?” I asked, deciding just to humor her so that I could finally go home and get some peace and quiet.

“The private investigator was able to get some hairs to do a little DNA testing,” she said. “And I, of course, had plenty of samples of your hair on the clothes that you left at my place.”

I stared at her, wondering where she was going with this. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was even later than I'd told Lexi that it would be. I was rapidly getting impatient.

“She set you up,” Renée said triumphantly. “You aren't the father of that brat. The bitch is just trying to extort money out of you, and you're playing right along with it! This isn't the first time, either. At least once in the past, she's been arrested for fraud. Not in the state of Washington, of cou

rse, but my private investigator was able to find out everything about her.”

I sighed and pressed my fingertips to my temples. “I don't believe a word that you're saying,” I told her. “Especially since a simple DNA test would, in fact, prove if Lexi was conning me or not, and she knows very well that I have all the resources to have one ordered and expedited. She wouldn't have been stupid enough to try it.”

“That's all part of her scheme, though,” she crowed. “You didn't actually get the DNA test done, did you? She tells you that you could, and you assume that she would only say that if the brat truly was yours. But then you never actually go through with the paternity test, and you never find out that she's conning you.” She shook her head. “To be honest, I didn't realize what a scam she was running until you made that comment about how I was just mad that her skills were better than mine and that she'd been able to trick her way into your life. If you hadn't said that, I might never have uncovered all of that evidence.”

“This is hardly evidence,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Sure, you got some guy to pull together what you claimed was Emma's hair and my hair. And I’d like to know how the fuck you got it. For all I know, you're the one trying to con me.”

“Don't be ridiculous,” Renée said, and for a moment, I wondered if she actually believed the words coming out of her mouth. Especially when she continued. “I know that you and I are over. You made that quite clear the last time I saw you, when I came to your office. I understand that. But I still care about you. We were friends first, remember? Before we started dating.” She ignored my concern over the validity of the hair sample. It wouldn’t be too hard to get, but it was disturbing nevertheless.

“What we were can hardly qualify as friends,” I said acidly.

“Whatever you want to call it then,” Renée said, rolling her eyes. “We ran in the same circles. We grew up together. We had a relationship long before we were dating. I don't want to see you get conned, especially not by some girl from the wrong side of the tracks. You always were too nice to people.”

I couldn't help laughing at that one. “That's the first time I've ever been called that,” I said. I shook my head. “Renée, we're never getting back together. I don't care if you think you can be nice to me or remind me of what we used to have. Whatever game you think you're playing, just stop. And take this stupid folder back. I'm not going to carry around the evidence of your lunacy.”

“For the last time, Andrew, it's not lunacy,” Renée said, her mood starting to swing back in the other direction. She put her hands on her hips, refusing to take the folder. “Look, I'd go to the police myself, but you're the only one who can really testify to her fraud. But you need to go to the police.”

I scowled at her and spun towards the door to my car, the file still clutched in my fingers. “Fine, whatever. Thanks for the heads-up. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go home. And like I said, this had better be the last time that I see you around me. I mean it this time; one more unannounced visit and I'll make sure everyone knows what a crazy fucking bitch you are.”

“Fine,” Renée snapped as I slammed my door shut.

I shook my head as I drove toward home, glancing over, now and again, at the manila folder on the passenger's seat. I needed to get rid of the thing as soon as I could. And I needed to get rid of the thing without Lexi seeing it.

I could only imagine what she would start to think if she thought that I didn't trust her. If she thought that I'd gotten a paternity test without her knowing. She'd be upset just knowing that I'd seen Renée, probably, and I didn't want to upset her.

Things had been going really well lately. We were comfortable. We were sleeping together every night, even though we didn't always have sex, and I liked waking up with her just as much as I'd known I would. And beyond that, there were all of our family outings. I liked those too. I didn't know how much of that would go away if Lexi thought I didn't trust her, but I had a feeling she wouldn't be in a relationship with a guy she thought didn't trust her.

And even though we still had yet to have that conversation, I was starting to think of what we had as a relationship, more and more so every day. A serious relationship, even.

I drummed my fingers on the edge of the steering wheel, feeling agitated.