My Step-Dad's Brother(28)

“Why in the world would she need to be here to discuss the terms of my dad’s will?” Lucas’s question held a healthy dose of suspicion.

“Because the woman Jonathan married the day before the car crash was her mom, and he made arrangements for Jade to be taken care of in the case of both their deaths.”

“She’s the gold digger’s daughter?” His eyes raked me up and down, icing over. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

There went the two-way street idea. Evidently, he didn’t share my feelings and wasn’t interested in more than what we already had together. It stung, but it was better to know now instead of later. I probably shouldn’t have found the irony of my mom’s situation the least bit amusing because now karma came back to bite me in the ass as I stared gape-mouthed at Lucas. Not only was he the man with whom I’d had a weekend fling, but he was also responsible for the most likely explanation for my persistent nausea for these past few days. Crapballs, it looked like I really shouldn’t have put off taking a pregnancy test and hunting him down if it was positive.





Chapter 2


Lucas


There was a part of me that was devastated to find out Jade was the daughter of that ditzy, conniving, gold digger who’d bewitched my dad with her ... assets, to gain access to his assets. I’d hoped my suspicions about Jade were a product of my paranoia and I hated that they’d been confirmed by this latest development.

That part still wanted to lick, bite, and suck on every inch of her skin, especially her tits as they spilled out of my hands. It begged to sink deep inside her, make her scream my name. Fuck her until we were both too exhausted to continue. Then find a little more energy and fuck her again.

The other part of me was fucking pissed. Were they in it together? Was this some kind of mother-daughter con? My father and I had always been close. He was my hero, everything I wanted to be, strong, logical, and a brilliant businessman. I followed in his footsteps, wanting to make him proud. So, when he started dating Diamond, a stripper name if I ever heard one, I was shocked that he would let himself be controlled by his other head, instead of the one above his shoulders. I did my best to convince him that she was only after his money, but he wouldn’t be swayed.

“Dad, you need to use your logic and get on solid ground. Then you’ll see that she is only after your money,” I whisper-yelled, conscious of the fact that we were in public, having lunch at a four-star restaurant.

He laughed and shook his head, as though I’d said something ridiculous. What the fuck was so crazy about wanting him to see through the blonde bimbo he’d proposed to the day before?

“You may be right, Lucas. I don’t think you are, but it’s possible. However, whatever her reasons were in the beginning, I promise you they’ve changed. When you get to be my age”—I rolled my eyes, he was sixty but with the body and energy of a man at least ten years his junior— “you get tired of being alone and if you find a beautiful woman who makes you laugh and feel loved, one that is amazing in bed”—I cringed—“you do your best to woo her. And son, trust me, I know how to get and keep a woman. Looking back, I’m the one who pursued her.”

I scoffed, “What’s keeping her from running off when she gets her greedy hands on your money?” I narrowed my eyes, scrutinizing his reactions to my questions. “Let me guess, she offered to sign a prenup but the selfless gesture was enough to convince you to marry her without one?”

Dad’s brown eyes, ones that looked exactly like mine, lit with a sliver of irritation. If I didn’t know him, hadn’t seen all sides of him as his son, I would have completely missed it. He could kick anyone’s ass at poker and it’s one of the things that made him so successful.

“As a matter of fact, she did offer to sign a prenup—“

I cut him off with a bitter laugh. “Of course she did.”

He leaned in, looking at me with disapproval, and I withered inside, hating that look because it meant I’d disappointed him.

“Are you implying that I’m suddenly stupid, going senile in my old age?” he clipped.

Yeah, definitely feeling like a kid being scolded for talking back.

He continued without a response from me, “I asked her to sign a prenup and she agreed.”

I felt my eyes widen. I was shocked.

“And after, I promptly tore it up.”

Not so shocked.

“She was completely understanding about it, not the least bit insulted either.”

Aaaaand, opinion of the gold digger restored.

I glanced at Jade in my peripheral, struck once again by her beauty and angry at myself for noticing. When you have money, it’s easy to become jaded (pun intended) and assume every woman is either after your fortune or what you can do for them in bed, until they prove otherwise.