Something About Lorelei(41)

“I guess I am and I’m sorry, Jack.”

“You’re sorry? Sorry for what? Lying to me? Letting me fuck you and get close to you? What? What are you sorry for, Lorelei?”

Suddenly, rage started to fill my body when he asked me that. A rage I never knew existed until now. My head shot up at him like I was possessed and my eyes stared directly into his.

“I’m sorry that you’re angry and I’m sorry that you can’t understand why I didn’t tell you about Hope. But I was going to tell you today.”

“Of course you were. How convenient now that I already found out. Was your boyfriend who was killed Hope’s father?”

“Yes, and you know what the hardest part of all that was? He didn’t even know I was pregnant. He was on his way over to my house the night I was going to tell him. I made his favorite dinner and I bought a pair of baby booties and set them on his plate at the table. I kept trying to call him because he was taking longer than usual, but all I kept getting was his voicemail. I knew deep down inside something had happened. I got in my car and drove the route from the shop he worked at to my house. That was when I saw the flashing lights of the police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances. As I got closer to the scene, I saw his car.” I wiped a single tear that fell from my eye. “I screamed his name and began to run towards the accident. A cop grabbed me and held me back, telling me that they were trying to get him out of the car. All I wanted to do was go to him, but they wouldn’t let me. That was when I heard the paramedic say he was dead. So there are three things in my life that I’m sorry for. Not getting the chance to tell my boyfriend, whom I loved deeply, that he was going to be a father, for not telling you about Hope from the beginning, and for you never finding out what it’s like to truly love someone. But the one thing I’m NOT sorry for is having her. She is my life and my world and I love her more than life itself. She was a gift from God that got me through his death. She gave me the strength to go on and move on with my life and I would do anything to protect her.” I got up from my seat, leaned over his desk, and pointed my finger at him. “So if you want to hold me having a daughter against me, then go right ahead. I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!” I yelled.#p#分页标题#e#

“I’m not holding it against you.” His voice was calm. “I just wish you would have told me from the start. That’s all. I told you before that I hate games and I don’t play them. So, let’s both calm down and just try to move on with our professional relationship.”

“Can you do that, Jack?”

“Yes, Lorelei. I can. We had our words and now we can go about our business.”

“Fine,” I spoke with attitude.

“Okay. You may go back to your desk. Or do you need to leave? Maybe collect yourself or something?”

“No. I’m fine.”

“Okay. You may leave now.”

I walked out of his office and took a seat at my desk. Now that Jack and I had it out, I felt somewhat better, but I was angry at myself for telling him everything I did about the accident.





Chapter Twenty-Seven


Jack

Damn her. Hearing her story upset me. Why the fuck would I be upset? Maybe because I cared about her and I shouldn’t. Throwing a kid in the mix changed everything. There was no way in hell I could get involved with her when she had a child. I planned to move past all of this, to go about my life and my business like I did before I ever laid my eyes on Lorelei.

I got up from my desk and told her that I was going to the accounting department. When I stepped into Bradley’s office, I asked Wes, the person working on Bradley’s computer, if he found anything yet.

“I did, Mr. Sutton. I was just coming down to your office. Something doesn’t seem right. The offshore accounts that Bradley put the money into are in the name of Kit Sutton, your mother.”

“What? Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I was able to hack into the bank’s system and the accounts are in her name. So technically, Bradley hasn’t embezzled anything. He’s been putting the money away for your mom.”

I stood there in disbelief as I stared at the computer screen, pondering why my mother would do such a thing.

“Thank you. I appreciate your hard work.”

“No problem, Mr. Sutton. It’s my job.” He smiled.

I took a seat behind Bradley’s desk and called Lindsey into the office.

“Yes, Mr. Sutton.”

“Has my mother been down here to see Bradley?”

“A couple of times. But I know they’ve met outside the company.”