One Night: Sizzling Attraction: Married for Amari's Heir / Damaso Claims His Heir / Her Secret, His Duty. Annie West

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СКАЧАТЬ wound itself around his lungs, making it difficult to breathe. He didn’t believe in guilt. It was useless. It accomplished nothing. He believed in action.

       So take action.

      What action could he take? Would he keep the child for himself? Take Charity as his wife? Make a family with the woman who had defrauded him out of a million dollars?

      The woman who had tested his control and found it wanting?

      Unacceptable.

      All of it. He owed her nothing. He didn’t even owe her child support all things considered. He was still half convinced she had his money tucked away somewhere. A million dollars of his ferreted away into an account to use at her discretion.

      In truth, he was being generous offering her anything.

      Yes, he was generous.

      He took another glass from the bar and poured himself more Scotch. He would not think of this again. He would place his assistant in charge of arranging Charity’s medical appointments. She would receive the best care available. Another token of his generosity.

      He had made the right decision. And he would not question it again.

      He downed to the rest of his Scotch and went back to bed.

      * * *

      Charity felt like hell. She had for the past two weeks. Everything she ate seemed to disagree with her, and she had no energy at all. She had missed so many shifts at the restaurant that her financial situation was getting dire.

      But, the unavoidable fact was that nobody wanted a clammy, pale waitress serving them food.

      And today was her first official doctor’s appointment that had been arranged at the clinic chosen by Rocco. It was a strange thing, going to a clinic that had been selected by the man who was so intent on keeping himself separate from all of this.

      Well, she was willing to bet that Rocco himself hadn’t actually selected the clinic. More likely he had had his assistant do it. Which, actually sat a bit easier with her.

      The place was certainly upscale, a far cry from the free clinic where she’d gone to get her blood work done in the early stages of the pregnancy. Instead of plastic chairs, cracked tile floors and water-stained ceilings there was plush carpet, a comfortable seating area designed to look more like the living room of a nice home and chilled bottles of water offered upon entry.

      It was amazing what could be achieved with a little bit of money. Or a lot of money, in this case. She could almost see why her father was so driven to join the elite class and enjoy the fruits of their labor.

      Of course, Charity had discovered that it wasn’t really worth the risk. Too little too late, however.

      “Ms. Wyatt?” A woman poked her head through one of the doors that partitioned the waiting area off from the patient rooms.

      Charity picked up her water bottle and stood, following the woman back to a scale, where her weight was taken, then to a restroom, where a sample was taken. And from there, to one of the little rooms that had a white gown neatly folded on a chair and a large cushioned exam table at the center.

      “The doctor will be in to see you shortly. Remove your clothes, and put the gown on,” the woman said.

      Charity nodded, feeling slightly numb again. The baby stuff was all fine in theory, but when things got real like this she started to retreat inside herself again.

      She went through the motions, removing her clothing, putting the thin nondescript gown on. She sat on the table, her hands folded in her lap, unease pooling in her stomach.

      There was a knock on the door. “Come in,” she said.

      A smiling woman in a lab coat walked through the door, and Charity smiled back. And then a man followed her, dressed in a perfectly fitted black suit, his black hair combed off his forehead, his dark eyes glittering with some sort of intense emotion she could not readily identify. One she didn’t want to identify. Any more than she wanted to identify the man himself.

      Rocco was here. And she felt as though she had been punched.

      “Well, now that the father is here, I suppose we’re ready to begin,” the doctor said.

      “Such a surprise,” Charity said, her hackles rising. “Rocco,” she said, his first name strange on her lips, “I didn’t expect you.”

      “I would imagine not. I didn’t expect me. And yet, here I am.” He didn’t sound very happy about it.

      She smoothed the gown down, ensuring that it covered as much of her legs as possible. “I don’t really see how it’s possible for you to surprise yourself.”

      She was shocked, but she was doing her best not to let him see it. She promised herself she wouldn’t give him any more of who she was. He didn’t deserve it. A mark never did. And he had already had enough of her.

      “We live in strange and interesting times,” he said, taking a seat in one of the chairs that sat opposite the exam table.

      The doctor looked from her to Rocco, and back to her.

      “Everything is fine,” Rocco said, not bothering to look at Charity. “Just a little spat.”

      Charity snorted. “Yes, a lover’s quarrel.” What a joke. She and Rocco could hardly be called lovers. They’d had sex. At its most base level. Love hadn’t come into it. Like hadn’t even been involved. He had used her. Humiliated her.

      “So what is it that we are waiting for?” Rocco said, looking around as though he was expecting something grand, as though she was going to deliver the baby here and now.

      The doctor blinked, then turned to the computer, entering a password, and bringing up Charity’s chart. “Well, Charity, your weight looks good. And everything was normal with the urine sample.”

      Ridiculous, considering Rocco had seen her naked, but the mention of fluids made Charity’s cheeks heat. “Well, that’s good to know.”

      “And, now we’re just going to try and see if we can hear a heartbeat. If we can’t get it on the Doppler, it could just be because it’s so early. So there’s no need to be concerned. But it is nice to try and establish viability this way if we can.”

      Rocco was staring at her, hard. Maybe this was what he was here for. The chance to hear the heartbeat. To see if she was telling the truth. Though, she would have thought that he might send a lackey to ascertain this sort of information. She could just picture his secretary sitting here, waiting to report back. She would find that less disconcerting.

      The doctor stood and put on a pair of rubber gloves. “Could you lie down please?”

      Charity shot a look over to Rocco. “Please come and stand up by my shoulders.”

      “You did not conceive the baby on your own,” he said, his tone laconic. “We both know I’ve seen it before.”

      Even the doctor blinked at him in shock. “You will have to forgive him,” Charity said. “He was raised by wolves. СКАЧАТЬ