Victoria The Billionaires Maid

Seth’s [POV]

What was that old saying? Can never go home again? I was learning that applied even when you’d never left your hometown.

The old homestead wasn’t all you couldn’t return to. You also couldn’t go back to high school and pretend you were still eighteen when all you cared about were the three Ps-partying Pabst, and pussy.

I still loved pussy. Ally’s in particular. I sat back in my chair and rubbed my forehead. I didn’t want any other.

Ever.

Christ, lightning bolts hurt. This one had jabbed me before, causing sizzling little bursts of revelation-usually quickly ignored-but now reality speared me between the eyes.

We weren’t just making a baby. We were making a living.

“I think we need to go out the night before the reunion and get fucking trashed,” JT said on the phone, and I grunted.

Not in agreement. Not in approval. Nope. Wasn’t gonna happen.

“I have a kid, you know. I can’t just spend the night getting lit.”

“So what? I might have a kid out there too, somewhere. You don’t see it slowing me down, man.” JT laughed heartily and I swallowed a sigh.

I’d called JT to rehash old times while I ate half a turkey sandwich at my desk in between meetings with clients. Afterward, I intended to bike ride down to the bank before my slate of appointments later in the afternoon. It was a nice day out. Maybe I’d even stop at the bakery and see if they had any of those half-moons Ally liked. If I brought a couple to the diner, maybe she’d soften up enough to talk to me.

It had been several days since she’d left my place in a rush. Surely by now, she had to be over the whole wanting space thing. Or whatever it was.

Her weirdness had started right around when she’d found that reunion invitation. But that didn’t make sense. She’d had a good time in high school too. Or so I’d thought.

All I knew was that right now, JT wasn’t funny, and I wasn’t feeling the old-times gig as much as I’d expected. Maybe because the best part of my past was also part of my present-and hopefully my future.

“Yeah, well, mine lives with me, and I’m not going out to get wasted. She’s already spent the night with her uncle once this month.”

“So what? Kid needs some freedom.”

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Even as I said the words, I regretted them. My dad could be thoughtless, and he definitely wouldn’t win the father of the year award, but he hadn’t been a bad parent.

At least he’d stuck around, unlike my mother.

Unlike Laurie’s.

Fuck, were we doomed to repeat every pattern in our lives? Just like I’d pulled a page out of my father’s playbook by paying off Marjorie, I’d tried it again with that stupid contract.

I yanked out my top desk drawer where the contract still resided. I was going to set that stupid thing on fire.

Ally and I didn’t need signatures between us. We weren’t about that. We made our own damn rules.

“Look, dude, I’m just saying it’d be fun if we cut loose and partied as we did in the old days. But if you’re not cool with that, then I and Brad will just see you at the reunion.”

“That’s probably a better idea. Maybe we can get a beer afterward,” I added, though I already knew that probably wouldn’t be happening. Ally would be with me, and she’d been uncomfortable when the subject of high school had come up. I wasn’t entirely sure why, but it didn’t matter.

If she didn’t want to do the whole reunion thing, we’d make our appearances, talk to a few people, and split. I preferred spending the night with her and my little girl anyway.

“Sure, man, whatever you want. I’m just glad to be seeing you and Brad again. I’ve been missing those old days something fierce. Nothing’s been like them, you know? We had the life back then.”

His words were still echoing in my head after I’d hung up. I’d had fun going down memory lane for a few minutes the other day, but perhaps I didn’t need that blast from the past as much as I’d thought.

My present was pretty damn awesome.

I pushed aside the remnants of my turkey sandwich and flipped open the folder. I would tear up the contract. And in case of Ally didn’t get how serious I was about her-about us-I’d bring the damn thing back to her in pieces. Maybe then she’d relax a little and let things happen.

If that was even what she wanted.

My gaze scanned the page on top automatically. She’d faxed over the house paperwork separately, so the only thing that should be in this folder was the contract I’d given her. And it was, all signed, sealed, and delivered.

Just not with her name.

Your Ally Cat was written in her tight little scrawl, and fuck if it didn’t make me smile.

She was mine, and she had been since high school. And if we went to that reunion together, there wasn’t a person there who wouldn’t know it.

Especially her.

I shoved the folder across the desk and rose. Nope, I wasn’t going to tear up the contract. Not where I had it in writing that she was mine. I’d take proof in whatever way I could get it.

She wasn’t going to shut me out forever.

I’d made it halfway to the door when Oliver swung into the room, his briefcase in one hand and his eyebrow already climbing for greatness. “So you drove her away, hmm?”

Frowning, I stopped dead. “Drove who away?”

“Why, Alison, of course. She’s the only woman in your life, isn’t she? Perhaps not.” Oliver moved forward to sit on the corner of my desk. “That would explain the secrecy. You have to know friends with benefits never work out well long-term. Or maybe you don’t. Consider it free advice. Just another of Oliver’s-”

“You don’t have any friends, so what would you know about it?” I muttered, not caring if the jab hurt. My brother certainly never worried over much about his pointed remarks in my direction. “Oliver’s Life Lessons”, he called them.

I usually offered a lifted middle finger as thanks.

“I know Alison has called out sick all week to work and Sage grew desperate enough to ask me if I’d seen her. I indicated I had not. She’s not warming your bed either.”

As if he’d dropped a giant weight onto my shoulders, I returned to my desk and sank into my chair. “She’s called in? She never does that. Maybe she isn’t feeling well.” Hope bloomed inside me as I did some quick calculations. It was early, but possible. She could be feeling some twinges if something had taken root.

But she hadn’t called me.

I reached for my desk phone just as Oliver snatched up the folder. And started to read while I stared almost unseeingly at him.

My slowness to react had to do with the possibility Ally could be pregnant. That was the only reason I had for not leaping to my feet and yanking the folder out of my snoop of a brother’s hands.

“Well, now, isn’t this interesting? A baby contract. Is Ally feeling the need to procreate? She is nearing thirty. I can see why she’d want to move on that sooner rather than later.”

“Give me that, you jackass. And no, Ally wasn’t feeling anything. I was the one who wanted the baby.”

As if he’d dropped a giant weight onto my shoulders, I returned to my desk and sank into my chair. “She’s called in? She never does that. Maybe she isn’t feeling well.” Hope bloomed inside me as I did some quick calculations. It was early, but possible. She could be feeling some twinges if something had taken root.

But she hadn’t called me.

I reached for my desk phone just as Oliver snatched up the folder. And started to read while I stared almost unseeingly at him.

My slowness to react had to do with the possibility Ally could be pregnant. That was the only reason I had for not leaping to my feet and yanking the folder out of my snoop of a brother’s hands.

“Well, now, isn’t this interesting? A baby contract. Is Ally feeling the need to procreate? She is nearing thirty. I can see why she’d want to move on that sooner rather than later.”

“Give me that, you jackass. And no, Ally wasn’t feeling anything. I was the one who wanted the baby.”