Free Leverage: Pt 1 by Alexx Andria

father children.”
    She stilled and he didn’t begrudge her reaction because frankly, it was a bit of a bomb to drop on someone you planned to marry but the longer the silence stretched on, the more nervous he became. “You never mentioned this before,” she said.
    “It’s not something you whip out when you’re casually dating and you have to admit that things have moved pretty fast for us. I was too busy falling in love with you, I guess.” Her faint smile didn’t reach her eyes and he began to sweat that he was going to lose her over something that was out of his control. He kept talking in the hopes of smoothing the sudden, tiny wrinkles appearing in her forehead. “It was an accident when I was a kid. Doc says I killed my baby-makers,” he said, trying to joke but she wasn’t laughing and he knew he had to do some damage control. “We can adopt if you are set on being a mom. There are plenty of kids—“
    “Boston, why would I want to adopt? I thought my children would have your DNA, not a stranger’s.”
    “Does it matter all that much?”
    She slid from his lap and immediately put distance between them. Her voice was cold as she snapped, “Of course it matters.”
    Baffled and hurt, he asked, “Why?” and climbed from the chair. “Jesus, Gigi, what difference does it make if you love me?”
    She glared, her eyes suddenly glittering. “Because it means I’ve been wasting my Goddamn time watching my ovulation and tracking my damn period when all this time you’ve been shooting blanks!”
    Stunned, all he could do was stare. “What the hell are you talking about? You were trying to get pregnant?”
    “Yes, I was trying to get pregnant, you idiot.”
    “Why?”
    “Because a kid would’ve gotten me more money.”
    Ah fuck . His world began to shatter as she grabbed her purse and keys. Gone was the sweet, playful woman he’d fallen head over heels in love with in a very short time frame, replaced by a cold, angry, and cruel bitch. “Here’s the thing…your daddy would’ve insisted on the prenup, which means I would get nothing when I dumped your ass. But if I had your kid, that’s an insurance policy for eighteen years. Now, you tell me that I’ve been wasting my time, laughing at your stupid jokes and suffering your touch, for nothing? And to think…if I hadn’t been wasting my time with your sorry ass, I could’ve gotten my hands on one of those Buchanan boys. Now those are real men.”
    Suffering his touch? Rage began to percolate and boil. Suffering ? In a move that shocked her, Boston shoved her up against the wall and pushed hard into her face, coming so close his breath lifted the tendrils of hair framing her jaw. “Suffering my touch? Is that so? I don’t recall you complaining when I was fucking you. But then maybe it was hard to tell from all the moaning you were doing.”
    “What can I say? I’m a great actress,” she hissed and Boston’s hand flew up but he pulled back seconds before connecting with her lying face. He pushed away from her, disgusted and heart-broken. “Get the fuck out of here before I do something I regret.”
    “I dare you to hit me. I’ll own you.”
    “Get out.” She was just to the door when he turned and added with a sneer, “And honey, you overestimate your appeal. The Buchanans would’ve fucked you raw and then sent you on your way without even remembering your name. I’ve seen it happen a million times. It was my bad luck that you landed in my world instead.”
    “That makes two of us,” she countered with an angry glitter. “Thanks for nothing, asshole.”
    And when Gigi left — which later he learned wasn’t even her real name — she drop kicked his heart through the open door.
    Painful as it’d been , he learned a powerful lesson — women couldn’t be trusted.
    And always do a background check.
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    Julianna exited the bathroom and found the room empty. A small frown followed as she realized she’d expected Boston to be