Chapter 7

RYAT

“Baby, she got pregnant to trick you. She got rid of the pregnancy so you wouldn’t demand a paternity test. Women like her like theatrics, Ryat. You shouldn’t feel-.”

“Feel sad over losing a kid I didn’t get to see grow up because my child’s mother was ran over by a truck in the middle of the day?” I ask, the question as bitter and galling as the whole week has been.

My fiancé opens her mouth slightly then she masks it all with the bullshit affection she’s been giving me since I visited Olivia in the hospital and learnt of my baby’s death.

“Ryat- “, Irina purrs my name and it feels like nails getting dragged a rusty wall.

I look into her bland brown eyes and utter with no emotion, “Get out. I’ll see you when I need you.”

A normal fiancé would make a fuss from the cold way I talk to her.

Irina and I aren’t normal. We are in a forced engagement. Soon to be forcefully married.

Her generations’ money and my generations’ money ensure that my lineage flourishes with enough wealth to top the wealthiest families in the States. That’s what my mother and Irina’s father hope for.

My fiancé rounds my desk, bends a little and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

The kiss does nothing but add gasoline to my already bright-burning flames.

I watch as Irina’s ass leaves my office.

Then I watch my elder brother, Shade Winchester enter my office, make his way to one of the chairs across my desk and level me with one of those scowls I detest more than Irina’s lip fillers.

“Your child died a week ago no one would have questioned you taking a few days off”, Shade starts.

He knows as well as I do the minute I stepped up as CEO, my day offs were numbered.

“Did you look into the accident or not, brother?”

“It wasn’t an accident but then you knew that as well, didn’t you?”

“Who? Her enemies? My enemies? Who ran her over?”

I didn’t know about the child until a week ago.

A week ago, the thought of being a father was like telling me to sit down and listen to Taylor Swift songs on repeat.

A week later, the doctor said Curvy lost the child and the impact hit me more than I could admit.

What hit me more?

The anger that Olivia Cabello threw at me and the accusation that I killed her baby. Not mine apparently but hers.

The truth of the matter is, the boy she would have had six months later would have been mine.

My child. My heir. My fucking baby.

“Don’t know. The driver’s vanished into thin air. The cops have their lips sealed and perhaps, my nephew’s death on the side, this is the time to move on.”

I chuckle at his words.

Getting out of my seat and standing by my glass office wall, my eyes skate over to the buildings on the outside.

“She lost our baby. She blames me for the death. There’s no moving on.”

Moving on has never been one of my greatest skills.

“You have a fiancé, Ryat.”

“I also have Rolex watches in my home drawer. What’s your point?”

I could compare my love for Irina like I compare the love for my shoes but even that’s too high.

Irina’s existence barely matters to me.

Olivia’s hate however that’s a different matter altogether.

“Christ, the fact that your fiancé sits through your bullshit and still wants to be chained to you for the rest of her life baffles me. I’m not here to fucking tell you to move on, I’m ordering you to do so.

Your ex-mistress, ex-lover, ex-baby mama whatever she is to you, has William Sterling as a lawyer. Aside from a lawyer who’s got a lot of beef with us to bury you, she has a multi-billion-dollar company and enough fortune to wipe you out of existence if she wills it.

To put it in a nutshell, Olivia Cabello happens to be the heiress of the Montefalco fortune and the most sought out single female in the States. She is not yours anymore.”

The words ‘single female’ ring in my ears hard. She is not single if she’s mine though.

My jaw locks, my brain tics processing the information slowly.

Heir?

I knew she was a princess soon as I saw her but for her to be an heiress? Damn, baby. Never would have seen that coming.

“How?” I ask, surprised.

“Fate? She lost her baby but she got wealthier? Point is, you can’t mess with her. You can’t touch her. And I’m being more serious than I’ve ever been, Ryat.”

“Our baby. She lost our baby.”

As for the other things he just said, I could care less.

_x_

It takes about three hours for my private investigator to get me everything about the Montefalco’s and how Olivia gets in the mix. Which means I spend three hours more in my office than I normally do.

By the time I get to the penthouse, my phone flashes with another call.

My mother. Again.

I switch my phone off, moving down to the foyer, all the way to my living room.

As a Winchester, security is supposed to be with you 24/7.

Outside your mansion, inside your mansion if you are the paranoid type like Tyson, by your car or outside your office.

I know how to operate all kinds of guns courtesy of my prick of a father hence the need for no security.

I’m hardly inside the living room when I notice the glass of scotch lying empty by my mini-bar. A glass I didn’t leave which means there’s an intruder.

If it was a burglar, he would have started stealing the crystals by the chandelier or the cars parked in my underground parking lot.

But a, this burglar is a woman. Her familiar perfume wafts the air.

And b, she didn’t come to steal.

Not when she stands in the middle of my living room, naked and like a creature designed from the depths of hell.

“Curvy”, I exhale.

Olivia Cabello’s doe blue eyes linger on mine before she whispers, “Hello Ryat.”

It takes a second for me to swipe my gaze down her neck, down to those tits that felt great in my hands once upon time, down to her tummy that has stretch marks, the evidence of her carrying my baby and down to that space between her legs that’s my weakness and then it’s back to her face.

Pretty.

Damning.

Leaking temptation.

Curvy walks to me.

Head held high.

Pride in her eyes and something else swirling inside them.

I meet her halfway.

Then like a weak man, I take her thighs and interlock them around my waist before my mouth crashes over hers. Hard.

Three months of torture.

Three months of celibacy.

I take it out all on her. Prying her lips open, savoring her taste and running my hands in her silky hair down to the crook of her neck, I kiss her the way I’m going to kiss and eat out her cunt for torturing me for the last…

The feel of something cold, something too sharp to pierce my skin assaults the right side of my neck…

Olivia pulls away from me and the kiss, her back to the wall, one hand wiping the kiss I just gave her and the other hand wrapped around the knife she’s threatening to slice my neck with.

I grin. No, my heart fucking swells at the sight.

Nothing hotter than seeing a woman, naked in your arms, her arousal so strong in the air, her hate for you in her eyes and a knife close to getting jabbed inside your neck.

“Listen up, you bastard. A little more pressure to your neck and this knife kills you where you stand. You took everything I loved from me with no remorse and I’ll do the same Ryat.”

I grind my erection against her core but she tries to hide the pleasure that has her toes curling behind my waist.

“You are right. You could drive your knife in my neck right now and kill me. So do it because this is the only chance you get.”

“You think I’ll do it that easy?”

“Why are you in my arms, naked then? If not to lure me into whatever this is?”

i know she'd kill me right here. Irony being, i don't seem to mind it.

The little wild cat laughs.

Her knife digs into my neck slightly as her face nears mine, I could almost kiss her. And sue me, because I want to.

“You think I’m naked in your arms because I want to trap you? No, I think you got things mixed up, Mr. Winchester.”

She takes my hand, places it near her chest before she drags it down, down, down to her soaking cunt.

Then she holds eye contact, “I want you to see me, feel that because this is the last time you ever touch me or see me like this again. You’ve been asking around for Olivia Montefalco? Here she is, Ryat and the next time I come for you, I won’t use a dagger, I’ll burn you to the ground. Put me down.”

I put her down. Slowly.

She pries her knife away from my neck throwing it to the floor.

Then she goes back to the living room, puts her dress on and walks away from my mansion like a goddess who just put a scumbag to his place.

I get my phone and I make a call.

“Get me a contract with Montefalco Industries.”