Stricken Unveiled (Stricken Rock #2) by S.K. Logsdon Page B

would you demand money for being pregnant
with a man’s baby? You’re its mother! You should be happy you’re
pregnant. You shouldn’t be using it as a ploy to dip into a
checkbook for a little doe-ray-me. I hope her child hates her when
he or she is older, for doing this to his or her father.”
    He shrugs and hangs his head. “She must have
been hoping this would happen or she wouldn’t be pulling this
stunt. It’s sick. Plus we have to draw up paperwork to say what she
will divulge about each doctors visit to us and what she won’t.
It’s contractual and if she doesn’t follow her end of the bargain
it will be a breach of contract. I told them I wanted her to do an
amnio on the baby as soon as it’s allowed to be performed. That way
they can do a DNA test now and we can know for sure it’s his. But
the way her lawyer talked she’s not going to do it and we can’t
force her.” His voice is grim. Poor man!
    “First off if Johnathan is paying for her
doctor’s visits she shouldn’t need a contract all for her medical
records. They should be available if he’s fitting the fucking bill.
So she doesn’t do the amnio, then what? We do a DNA in thirty four
more weeks when the baby is born? And what if on the very slight
chance it’s not Johnathan’s what happens then? He’s paid her all
this money and she just gets to keep it and the baby and move
forward in her life? That doesn’t seem right.” I shake my head in
disgust.
    I am fucking livid. I can’t believe that
bitch would do this! Why? That’s the question I can’t understand. I
get money drives some people but I guess I can’t see it because I’m
not that type of person. I buy yoga pants from Walmart and shop at
thrift stores. Money is the last thing I am greedy over. Especially
if a child is involved.
    “If on the slight chance the baby isn’t his?
Yes, he’ll have forked out thousand’s to her for nothing. We could
sue her but you can’t get blood out of a turnip and she’s a
waitress at a Denny’s. She has no ambition to move forward in life
and she sees this as her chance. I guess.”
    Fuck! I’ve been standing around here for the
past ten minutes I’ve got five left to get dressed and head out.
“Well that’s wrong.” I state angrily, and tug on an emerald green
knee length rock-a-billy dress with a square cut neckline and my
silver flats. No heels today. I can tell by the way I’m feeling
I’ll be crying soon. I can’t risk falling with these little passion
fruits in my tummy.
     

Chapter
Ten
     
    We just pulled into Passages. The damn lineup
outside the black rod iron gate was ridiculous, there were over ten
different news crews, fans and other paparazzi. I’m sitting in the
back of a new bulletproof unmarked black suburban with dark tinted
windows. James picked it up this morning from the dealership Stacy
ordered it from. James is the one driving but next to him is
Johnathan’s new full-time bodyguard that James knows personally.
They served in the military together. His name is Xander Davis but
of course just like James is actually Calvin James. They just call
him Davis. He doesn’t look like James at all, he’s pale in
complexion, a homegrown corn fed farmer boy type with a southern
accent. He’s about six four an inch or two taller than James but
his body is leaner and more on the athletic side. His head is
closely shaven and dark. Not bad looking at all but defiantly not
as scary as James, or Johnathan for that matter. It’s got to be
weird working for a rocker who’s as tall and built as Johnathan
is.
    `“You ready?” Stacy asks me offering his hand
across the aisle in the back. I take his hand into mine and he
offers me a gentle loving squeeze.
    “No. I’m not.” I reply sadly, staring out the
window in a mental daze. Which is true. I don’t want to go in. I
spent the last ten minutes in the truck reapplying makeup that’s
going to smear off any second now. The closer we got to the
compound to pick up