Chapter 21 Chapter 21 PASHA I can count on zero fingers how often in my life Ive chased down a woman . First time for everything , I suppose . Maybe thats why I feel a rush of adrenaline instead of irritation as I rush after Daphne , not giving a fuck who I bump into or offend on my way . I finally catch her elbow through the double doors . She turns , flustered and out of breath . I I have t to go , sorry ! I have to- Her voice dies when she tries to tear out of my grasp and her bag slips off her shoulder and upends . We both reach for it at the same time and the jostling knocks a smaller bag out of it . Here , let me get that- No ! I bend down to pick up the baggie , intending to just give it back to her . But when I see what its holding , I freeze . I look at it . Say something . You need to say something . But what the fuck am I supposed to say ? Congratulations ? Whos the father ? Are we having a boy or girl ? Oh , fucking hell . The valet pulls my car up right behind where Daphne is standing , staring at me with utter terror in her eyes . That bothers me . She shouldnt be afraid of me . What kind of man does she think I am ? The kind who just stares at her without saying a single word while holding her pee stick like a fucking creep thats what kind of man she thinks I am . But there arent words for this situation . None that I can think of right now , at least . So I do the next most rational thing … Chapter 21 And shove her in the back of my car . Surprisingly , she doesnt utter a single protest . I expect her to shout or even scream at me to let her go , but instead , she just sits there and waits for me to grab my keys from the valet and slide into the drivers seat . She doesnt look at me , but she doesnt try to get out , either . 1 I should say something . Instead , I pull us out of the parking lot and start driving . To where ? Fuck if I know . Did you eat ? I finally ask . Daphne stares at the dashboard . I had a salad . Now she looks at me . What ? A real meal provides calories , protein , nutrients . What that place serves is two pieces of lettuce and a carrot even a rabbit wouldnt touch . She snorts a small laugh . I take that as a win . Then I take her somewhere we can talk . Some place to break the ice , catch up , answer a few pressing questions like , What the actual fuck ? Daphnes eyes widen when we pull into the parking lot of VitaSmooth , a smoothie bar Sofiya is obsessed with . My sister swears its going to take over the world by storm . into over kn I wouldnt know and couldnt care less . But I do know that vitamins and nutrients are important for pregnancy and theres no way in hell that Chez Delacourte served Daphne enough of either to nourish our baby . Her baby , I correct in my head . We dont know anything for certain yet . I hold the car door open for her and she slinks out . When we step inside the smoothie shop , were accosted by this thick smell of wheatgrass and ginger . I jerk my chin toward the menu hanging over us . Pick what you want . I , uh okay . Daphne blushes and turns to the cashier . Ill have a small- Large , I interrupt . She side eyes me . Theres that fire . The first flickers of it Ive seen in a while . Medium- Large . She sighs . Large Açai cado Avalanche . With a VitaPack , I order the cashier . Add the prenatal mix as well . 21.30 Royfriend Lot His Side Chick Ruin My Painting Now He Regrets . 17.8 % Chapter Daphne sucks in a deep breath . Im pushing her buttons . Id rather that than the stunned , terrified silence shes been stuck in . The cashier darts a curious glance between us but otherwise doesnt say anything . We grab our drinks and head back to the cat . I dont think either one of us wants to have the much needed conversation in public . Or at all . So we slide into the Charger , settle into the leather seats , and brood in silence . Thank you . Daphne wraps her lips around the straw again and now that Im watching her do it . Im all sorts of distracted by thoughts of those same lips doing that same thing to something else . Not a problem . I hate the way prenatals taste like freaking horse pills . Makes me gag every time I try to take them . I keep hearing these smoothies are good for you , but I mean , twelve dollars a day ? Just for some stupid vitamins ? Worth every penny if it means keeping your baby safe and healthy . Daphne flushes and looks away . She isnt getting off that easily . Were you ever going to tell me ? She sighs . I dont know . I mean , I wanted to . But ? But Ive only just found out myself . Im still … She waves her fingers in the air in a little circle . Still trying to wrap my head around it , I guess . It still doesnt feel real . How far along are you ? She looks down at the lid of her cup . Four months , she mutters . Rub my jaw . Try to find the right words that arent How the FUCK did you think you could keep that from me ? But you had a test in your purse . Yeah , she whispers . How is it possible to go so long without knowing ? She cringes and withers like she wishes she could disappear from my sight . Sometimes , stress can make a period vanish , just like pregnancy . After the breakup and everything at the gallery , and my bosses , and the move- You moved ? Yeah . About a month ago . Had to juggle that with work and my family , and I just … I was under a ton of stress . Ive had it happen plenty of times before . So it just never occurred to me . Boyfriend Let His Side Chick Ruin My Painting , Now He Regrets 18.0 % Chapter 21 What tipped you off ? Who , she corrects . She takes another long sip . Hazel is the one who put two and two together . I hadnt been using the pads in the bathroom , but Id also been battling nausea a lot . When I complained last week about needing to buy a new bra , she came home with a box of pregnancy tests . Daphne offers me a shy , regretful smile . Im sorry to break the news to you like this . I really didnt plan on running into you . Im glad you did . Now , she really smiles . Something in my chest boils uncomfortably . The moment passes . She grows serious again and slurps on her straw . Ill take a paternity test , if you want . Just to make sure everythings super clear . I mean , its , ah … She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear . Its definitely yours , to be honest . I havent been with anyone since we met , and I hadnt slept with anyone for at least two months prior . What about Ewing ? Conrad ? Right . Daphne rolls her eyes . Too busy dancing the horizontal mambo with his mistress . Makes sense . Doesnt do anything to calm my racing heart . I drive us out of the VitaSmooth parking lot . Our next stop isnt far . Daphne sighs . The look of defeat on her face as she stares at the new building in front of us is not one I expected . Nor do I like it . I get it . I cant expect you to believe me . Its not that . I do my best to ignore the glowing sign of the public fertility clinic advertising abortion services . I do believe you . Her mouth twists into a wry smile . You dont think I sleep around with half the city ? Fuck no . Who the- My mother . Of course . The family drama causing the sudden wave of rubbernecking at the restaurant club . Just because shes your mother doesnt mean shes right to say that . Daphne sniffles . Shit , is she crying ? But instead of bursting into tears , she only nods . I rub my jaw again . Look , its not for me . I believe you . But the , uh … the company I work for … they need 21:28 Boyfriend Let His Side Chick Ruin My Painting , Now He Regrets 18.1 % Chapter 21 the paperwork proving its mine . Plus the inheritance , naming of my heir , et cetera … What , are you some hotshot CEO or something ? Daphne chuckles . I look at her . The heavy silence does the talking . After it gets too awkward , she shuffles out of the car . I follow her inside . She stiffens as I step up behind her at the counter . I dont interrupt her conversation with the receptionist . Just shadow her and wait . Which is how I hear that she gives a fake name . Sara Harcourt . And yours ? the receptionist asks , peering over at me . Jacob Harcourt , I say . She nods and scribbles it down . We both step aside and take seats in an empty corner of the waiting room . Daphne lofts a brow at me . I shrug my shoulders in response . Were happily married . She laughs miserably , then plucks up a magazine and starts thumbing through the pages . I dont think shes actually reading anything , because she asks me without looking up , So … was that a yes to the hotshot CEO ? Something like that . Old money or nouveau riche ? Old World old money . Ah , right . Pre- or post Soviet Russia ? I blink at her . Does it matter ? Its Daphnes turn to shrug . Im just curious . If this really is your baby, then Id like to be able to tell him or her all about their heritage . Plus , you dont have an accent . I nod , begrudgingly impressed . My ancestors were friends with the kinds of people it was convenient for us to be friends with . When it became less convenient , we moved to America and started fresh . Daphne falls silent . But she nods thoughtfully and continues to skim through the magazine . Apparently , thats all the information she wanted from me . Im about to lob my own inquisition when the nurse steps into the room and softly calls for the Harcourts . Daphne plops the magazine down , stands up , and follows the nurse out without a bit of hesitation . Im impressed by her composure . Shes as defiant here as she was in an exclusive restaurant meets country club where they charge fifty dollars for a fucking salad . Im guessing Mommy Dearest was footing the bill . Chapter 21 Which means Daphne has a history . Not that I doubt her . I meant it when I said it : this paternity test is less for me and far more for my company … and the Bratva . Theyve been chomping at the bit , demanding I get married and produce heirs to maintain the family line . My original plan was to marry Mak off to some beauty he genuinely likes , then name one of his kids as my heir . But now ? Now that I might have a child of my own ? Things are about to get very fucking complicated . And so its somewhat of a relief to see that the mother of my potential child can stand her ground and then some . We both give blood to a nurse with the bedside manner of a fucking gravedigger . She drones rapid fire about results being sent by mail within a week , about follow up appointments , yada yada . I tune it all out . When shes done , Daphne tries to slip out ahead of me . I sigh , count to ten , then charge after her . In the parking lot , we recreate this afternoons earlier dance . I pin her against the side of the car so she cant pull away . Look at me . She doesnt . So I tip her face up with a finger tucked under her chin . As I do , I cant help but sigh . I want to breathe fire and brimstone in her face , to show her that shes gotten herself into deep water and Im the only one who can get her out . I want to scare her into submission , because thats what I do best . What Ive always done best But something in her eyes stops me . Its not that she looks afraid , though she does . Its not that she seems fragile and on the edge of shattering , though Id bet every penny Ive ever earned that thats exactly how she feels . Its that she looks like she expects my fury . Shes cowering before I land any kind of blow . So instead of pouring it on thick … I just exhale . Just … relax . Take some time to just process this . And when the test results come in … My fingers instinctively brush along the curve of her jaw and already , I want more . So much more . Youre not doing this alone . If this baby is mine , Im not going to run for the hills . Im going to be right here , by your side , through everything . I wont allow you to raise them alone . Daphnes eyes sparkle with unshed tears . 18.3 % Chapter 21 And then , to my surprise , she hugs me . Her face buries into my chest and Im overwhelmed by her scent , her touch , the way she feels pressed against me even in this moment of raw vulnerability , Then , reluctantly , she peels away . She rubs the heels of her hands into her eyes to hide the tears , straightens up , and pulls her mask back into place . Thank you , Pasha , she says curtly , her voice thick and unreadable . I nod and we stand looking at each other for one more moment . 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