We make our way towards the kitchen where he walks over to the fancy espresso machine and hits a couple of buttons. It starts making coffee.
“Bet Angus is happy to see you again. It’s been years since you caught up with him.”
Fixing my coffee, he remembers the way I like it; milk no sugar.
“Yeah, he was very surprised when I turned up on his doorstep.”
“Yep, I know the feeling,” I say, with sarcasm, while taking a sip of the coffee. I give him a stern look over the edge of the mug, just so he knows I’m angry with him.
“I’m sorry about surprising you last night. It was the only way I knew you would see me.”
He was probably right but still, it was wrong. “Okay, so spill. Obviously something has happened and apparently I need to know.”
I can see Beau visibly take a deep breath.
“Did you want to sit in the lounge? It would be more comfortable.”
Shaking my head at him, I shout, “No, Beau, just tell me what the hell is going on.”
“I found out that the baby isn’t mine last week. I found messages between Diana and the baby’s father,” he mutters, while playing with his fingers, twisting them as he spoke.
“Do you know who the father is?” I ask, putting my coffee mug down.
“Yeah, sure do. To say, I was shocked …” he trailed off.
Shit was it a mutual friend? A colleague?
“Dad is the father,” he says, calmly.
Huh, I don’t quite understand. What does Phillip have to do with anything?
“The baby is not my son, but my half-brother.”
Oh shit! Fuck, now I get it. Moving towards Beau, I pull him into a hug, because seriously what the hell? That is all kinds of messed up and he doesn’t deserve that. That’s when he breaks down, so many tears, my shoulder is soaked.
“I hate him Sisi. I hate him with every bone in my body. He is the one that pushed Diana onto me. He told her that he didn’t want his child to grow up a bastard. So they came up with a plan to pin the pregnancy on me.”
I stepped away from him to question him.
“So you never slept with her?” My stomach is somersaulting because if that was true … fuck I don’t know what to do about that.
Beau looked away. “No, I did sleep with her, but after she drugged my drink to make sure I went through with it. I remember it happening but the details were fuzzy. But then I did it once again when I was sober, so fucking stupid.”
What the fuck! She drugged him? I just don’t understand.
“I never loved her Sisi. That whole production in the paper, the engagement, it was all Diana and my father’s doing. I went along with it because I thought the baby was mine and it was the right thing to do. You have to believe me, Sisi; I would have fought for you if I had known it was all a lie.” Beau holds my hands in his, his thumb rubbing small circles over my palm.
“But you slept with her again, Beau, you still cheated. You chose her; you could have stuck up for me and explained everything. But you let your father rule your life again. I’m sorry this has happened, Beau but it doesn’t change anything between you and me,” I tell him, tears running down my face. “I have to go.” I grab my jacket as I head towards the door. I can’t be involved with this family anymore. It’s fucked up! Destroying your son’s happiness to tidy up your own mess is just so wrong.#p#分页标题#e#
“It’s coming out in the papers in the next couple of days; I just wanted to let you know.”
Fuck, the Australian media is going to have a field day with this. No wonder Beau escaped to London to get away from it all.
“Hopefully, no one cares about me and they leave me alone.”
Beau laughed. “That might be hard seeing as you are dating Evan Wyld.”
I ignored him as I put my coat on. “I love him, Beau. I’m moving in with him when I get back to LA.” I make my way towards the door, opening it I make it to the top step before Beau reaches for me. He turns me into his arms and his lips crash into mine in a kiss. Months ago I would have wished for him to kiss me like that but now, there is nothing. He makes me feel sick, pushing him away I slap him hard across the face.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?”
Rubbing his cheek, he says, “I love you Sienna. I thought this would change things, knowing the truth. I want us to have a second chance.”
“I don’t love you anymore, Beau. I’m sorry. I’ve moved on and I think it is best that you do to. Stay here in London with Angus, start afresh.”
“Seriously, this is goodbye. I am never going to see you again?”