Memphis shrugged, her eyes avoiding mine.
“Look at me.” I waited until she lifted her chin. “Fuck him for saying that.”
“Yeah,” she mumbled. “Still . . . Google would have told me exactly who Oliver was. I looked him up the day he told me he was married. The internet was very informative. That was the second-worst day of my life. The day I realized just how gullible and shallow I was.”
“This is not your fault. Trusting someone you care about is not wrong.”
She met my gaze, her eyes softening. We’d both been fooled by the ones we’d loved. I’d trusted Gianna too.
The distance between us was too much, so I stood and skirted the coffee table, holding out a hand to help her to her feet. Then I took Drake from her arms, keeping hold as I pulled her to the guest bedroom.
Before long, we’d get a real crib. We’d haul this bed out of here and make it a nursery. Drake needed his own room.
I laid Drake in his crib, then pulled Memphis to the mattress, curling her into my chest. “What happened when you told him you were pregnant?”
“By that point, I’d learned who his wife was and the speculation about her family. It scared the hell out of me. I was afraid that she’d find out about the affair, about the baby, and decide to come after us. I wasn’t going to tell Oliver at all, but he showed up at my house one day.”
“Did he want you back?”
“No, he wanted my silence. He threw in a few threats about his wife and how she was often jealous. How she was connected to a dangerous family and it would be a shame to have trouble for my own family’s business. It was all very practiced, a message he’d obviously delivered before. He offered me fifty thousand dollars to keep our affair quiet.”
I leaned back, meeting her eyes. “But you didn’t take it, did you?”
She shook her head. “I didn’t want his money. All I wanted was his agreement. That my child was mine and mine alone.
I’d stay quiet if he signed over all rights.”
From the beginning, she’d fought for Drake. “That’s my girl.”
A smile tugged at her mouth. “I almost didn’t tell him about the baby. I almost kept it quiet. But I didn’t want to look over my shoulder my entire life, wondering if he’d find out.
Wondering if he’d want Drake. It was my window to negotiate and I took it.”
“So he’s gone.”
“He’s gone,” she whispered. “And unless I need that man’s kidney or liver or any other organ to save Drake’s life, I will never speak of him again. One day, I’m sure Drake will ask.
But that’s a worry for tomorrow. I don’t want him anywhere near Oliver’s life.”
“Good.” I blew out a deep breath and pulled her closer. It was better this way. And if Drake ever needed a kidney or a liver or any other organ, he could have mine, assuming they were a match.
“Not good.” She pulled away, flopping onto her back to stare at the ceiling. “Someone knows.”
“What?” I stiffened. “Who?”
“I don’t know. But that’s the reason my parents are here. A woman is blackmailing Dad. She said she’d go to the press and say I had Oliver’s baby.”
“Fuck.”
“Pretty much.” She rubbed at her temples. “I was afraid to ask too many questions today. Mom and Dad suspect Oliver, but I wasn’t going to confirm it. There’s a whole convoluted history there. It’s rumored that my grandfather had some mafia ties when he started Ward Hotels. If it’s true, Dad severed those decades ago. But it has him spooked.”
“Shit,” I muttered. “What happens if this woman goes to the press?”
“I’ll deny it. Oliver will deny it. But speculation will run rampant. And his wife will no doubt suspect we had an affair.”
“That’s her problem. What about Drake? What kind of agreement did you make?”
“I have a signed document stating he’s waived all parental rights. But . . . it’s not notarized. It’s not filed. I’m banking on the fact that he’ll never change his mind. If he does . . .”
“If he does, he’ll have one fucking fight on his hands. He’s not getting Drake.”
“He’s not getting Drake,” she repeated.
“What about your parents? What are they going to do?”
“I have no idea.” She groaned. “I’m sure this trip was not what Dad planned. He probably expected to come here, find me poor and miserable and grateful to be flown back to New York in their private jet. Instead, I told them to shove it.”