Page 12 of The Billionaire's Baby
“Everyone?” Favian gave a smirk and sipped his drink. “Look at me, it’s not even one in the afternoon and already drinking because of a woman.”
“Carol is going to scalp you or rap you over the knuckles,” Remy said. “Let me tell you something. I saw your eyes when you talked about her and I doubt highly she was playing you for a fool.”
“Jesus, I can’t believe I’m caught up like this over a woman,” Favian said. “Whatever will be, will be.”
“Not unless you fucking do something about it,” Remy muttered and stood again. “I’m heading out for lunch and then down to the R&D department. What about you?”
“I’m going to head home and work from there. I’m tired of the nasty looks from Carol anyway,” Favian said. Fuck, who the hell was he kidding? He was going to go home and sulk.
As he walked through the door of his home, Favian decided at the last minute to take a ride on his bike. Maybe it would clear his mind. He smiled as he remembered how excited Adira had been at the thought of going on a ride. Maybe Remy was right. Maybe he should go find her and ask her why the hell she left. First, he’d kiss the hell out of her and then ask why she ran away.
Voices and then laughter in his family room stopped him short and he closed the door quietly. Favian learned long ago that he belied his massive frame and could move very quietly when he needed to. It kept him alive through many missions when he was a Marine and when he was running with the wrong crowd. He knew that silence let you hear things you were not meant to. He snuck further down the hall and stopped to listen.
“Oh, you really didn’t think I was going to let some British flea-ridden bitch steal Favian from under my nose, did you?” Favian recognized Hillary’s voice easily.
“You are so bad, so catty, but he is your brother.” It was her friend Edith.
“Only by marriage, darling. I’ve had my eye on him for years now and to see her coming down the stairs dancing around, smiling and wearing his shirt…” Hillary laughed. “Her face fell when I told her she was only one in a string of others. The little drowned rat sucked it up and went up the stairs and was out of here in a hot minute. But I saw she took his shirt when she left. Little bitch didn’t know I was watching.” Hillary laughed again. “I was feeling generous, so I let her have the shirt and the memories of their one night together. I get him for the rest of my life.”
Favian burned with anger and he wanted to punch a wall. Remy was right. It was Hillary all along. She chased Adira away and now had the gall to sit in his house and cackle about it with her hen of a friend. Unable to stand there a second longer he strode into the room. Hillary was so surprised she knocked her drink over. All Edith could manage was to stare wide-eyed at him.
“F-F-Favian, I didn’t hear you come in,” Hillary stammered.
“Get out,” he said through clenched teeth to Edith. “Do not even dare set foot on the sidewalk in front of my home ever again.”
Edith scrambled off the couch and shrank against the wall to get past him and out the room. Hillary didn’t even wait to hear the front door open and close before speaking. “I don’t know what you think you heard, Favian, but let me explain.”
“Explain what? How you came into my home even though I told you not to? Or how you lied to my guest for your own personal gain to which you have no right to assume?” Favian yelled. Everything he had felt but hid inside for the last month and a half spilled out. “You chased the woman I cared about away!”
“You knew her for less than a day and yet you care for her? You don’t even know her! I’ve been in your life since I was fourteen. Why can’t you love me?” Hillary cried out. She threw herself against him and looked up into his face, her ice blue eyes swimming in tears. “I’d be good for you. I’ll be anything you want me to be in your bed and out.”
Favian pushed her away. “Madre de Dios, do you hear yourself? We’ve been brother and sister for most of our lives. Do you think I could marry you or lay with you?”
“But if you only tried,” she wailed.
“I refuse!” he roared. “It’s a disgusting thought and if I only knew how despicable you were I would have cut you out of my life long ago.”
“What are you going to do?” Hillary asked with trembling lips. She sat on the edge of the sofa, dramatically posed for effect. It was an act, even after everything, it was still all an act, because the tears that rimmed those blue eyes never fell.
“Here’s what I plan to do. You will receive your monthly allowance and nothing more. Just like my father and your mother, I’ve spoiled you, but not anymore. How do you expect to meddle in people’s lives and not face the consequences?” Favian asked. “Do not come into my home again. Even better, I’m having the locks changed today. From now on, you will learn to stand on your own two feet with what you are allotted and nothing more.”
