The Bellingerre Series Book #1: The Billionaire & The Trophy Wife

Chapter Twenty Five: Scott

Marc Anthony's POV
"Why did you sleep with my best friend?"

Except for that part. I will never be over her sleeping with Ferrer.

"It was a one night stand Marc. It's not like we were getting married!" Her French accent took over.

"We had rules. Best friends were off limit. Ferrer was off limits Bri!" I exclaimed opening my hands wide.

"Is that why you banged two of my best friends? You were getting back at me?" She shouted and got the attention of the other people in the lobby. We fight like this, loud and without concern for anyone around us.

If I could go back, I wouldn't have had a three some with her two friends. I would have taken the higher road and walked away but I'm not a driver on the higher road. I am my mother's son.

"I believe the playing field has been leveled. We're even."

"No Marc, we're not. I hear Nick is vulnerable. How about I level the playing field with him then we can call it even."

"Good luck with that."

She pouted. "The reason I'm here... there is no easier way to say this. You should meet your son. He's exactly like you."

"What?" I asked her.

She dragged her fingers through her curly red hair.

"You have a son Marc."

"That's impossible!" I protested ad I closed in on the intoxicating red head. "I was always careful!"

"Were you Tony? Were you really?"

I stepped away, full of panic and disbelief. One foot after another, I put distance between me and her. This is not something I want to believe. If I could rewind, I would choose to be deaf at that moment she said the unbelievable thing.

"Marc! Marc Anthony!" She's chasing after me. I'm briskly walking towards my car. I was eager to snatch my keys from the valet. "You can't run away from this!"

I will not run away. I'll speed my way out of this!

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I was always safe.

At least that is how I remember it. If anything that was the number one rule Bri and I cherished. Babies weren't exactly our cup of tea and we both agreed that should things progress, we will not have children!

Even with Bea I am safe as much as we were set to marry. It bothers me that I have messed up... but when? When did it happen?

I keep racking my mind looking for any reminder of carelessness on my part. For some strange reason, my mother's voice is ringing in my head. She said, use protection. She hammered that into my head as well as my brother's head. Nick messed up already and got a woman pregnant. Now it's my turn. Mom will have a field day with this. 

Am I ready to be a father?

Is any man born ready to receive a child? Those who find out when the woman is pregnant had nine months to get mentally and emotionally prepared. But a baby being dropped on me like this? No. It's not enough time to get used to the idea of a son.

I have a son...

"I have a son." I repeated my thoughts out loud hoping to convince myself. "I'm a father."

My reflection is just as perplexed as I am.

"I have a son?" I asked myself in disbelief. "I have a son."

"You have a son." My head snapped around to Naila.

She doesn't sound like she is asking. She is telling me.