Mister Moneybags(81)

Dex led me to the bed and sat me on the edge. I’d heard the term numb before, but I’d never actually experienced it. In my life, stress meant palpitations, playing with my balls and yelling at the top of my lungs. But this stress was entirely different. I couldn’t feel my toes. I actually looked down and wiggled them to make sure I could still do it.

Dex kneeled before me and cupped my face in both hands. “You sure you want to do this?”

“I’m not sure of anything right at the given moment.” I let out an audible sigh. “My name is Bianca, right?”

Dex smiled. “That’s right. And mine is Jay.”

Somehow his silly comment seemed to bring me back to reality. I smiled back and looked Dex in the eyes for a long while. What was staring back at me was absolutely beautiful. Not the man himself, but looking into his eyes, I saw love in its purest form. It was honest and open and willing to give me anything I wanted. As much as it took my breath away, it also reminded me that I needed to know. I wanted that love unconditionally and not knowing would always have that question mark out there.

I didn’t even feel the tears start to fall until Dex used his thumbs to wipe them away. He closed his eyes and accepted the decision I’d made without me having to say it out loud.

“Tell me how you want to do this. Do you want to know about yourself first, or your sister?”

I pondered it for a minute. “It’s Saturday and Alexandra and the girls are probably at ballet. Why don’t we find out about my results first and then take some time to absorb that before we find out about Alex. I don’t think I can handle both at the same time.”

“Alright, then that’s what we’ll do.” He squeezed my hand. “You sure you’re okay? You’re not going to pass out on me, are you?”

“I think I’m good.” I took a deep, cleansing breath, then nodded. “Go ahead. I’m ready to make the call now.”

“I will. In a minute. There’s something I need to do first.”

“What’s that?”

“This.” His mouth crashed down on mine. He kissed me with so much passion, so much intense feeling that when it finally broke, I was crying again. God, I’m a disaster.

Laughing through my tears as I wiped them away, I said, “I’m sorry. These are happy tears.”

“You don’t look very happy at the moment.”

I leaned my forehead against Dex’s. “Oddly, I am. I love you, Dexter Truitt.”

“I love you, too, Bianca. More than I can even understand.”

I didn’t ask what Dex was doing over the next minute, but I closed my eyes and said a prayer. When I opened mine, his were still closed and his lips were moving a little. I was pretty sure we were making the same request of the big guy in the sky. Eventually, he squeezed my hand one more time and then picked up his phone.

I took a deep breath and held it while he dialed.

“May I have extension two eight three, please?”

I heard the woman through the receiver but couldn’t make out what she was saying on the other end this time.

“Yes, Erika? This is Dex Truitt calling back for the results. Only, we’d like to have the results from the paternity test between Dexter Truitt and Bianca Georgakopolous at this time. We’d like to call back for the results between Alexandra Fiore and Dexter Truitt a little later.”

I got up from the bed and started pacing.

Dex read the security code we were given by the technician and again confirmed he would only be hearing one result at this time. When he was done, Dex looked up at me as he spoke into the phone. “Yes, I’m ready.”

After what seemed like forever but was probably only thirty seconds of quiet, Dex’s eyes closed. He cleared his throat. “And what is the accuracy of those results?”

“I see. Thank you very much. We’ll call back for the other results soon.”

My heart clenched in my chest when I saw the look on Dex’s face. It was his turn to lose it. Tears were streaming down his face as he walked toward me.

“Say it,” I whispered. “Just say it.”

The next thing I knew, I was lifted into the air and being cradled in Dex’s arms. “The odds of you being my sister are exactly 0.00%.”

“What?” Did he just say what I think he said?

“You heard me right. We’re not related, Bianca.”

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” My hand flew to my chest. My poor heart was beating so fast, it felt like it could explode. “Are you serious? Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more serious in my life. And I’d say that 0.00% chance is pretty fucking certain. Thank Christ!”