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Kurt’s finger itched to end the call. None of this was anything that he hadn’t repeatedly
heard since learning that she was pregnant. Unable to curb his hostility, he cut into her ranting.
“Four months ago when you said you were four months pregnant with my baby, I told you we
were done and I wasn’t leaving my wife. Then you go and threaten to take me to child support
court even though I gave you all that money?” For all he knew, the child wasn’t even his, but
going before a judge to prove otherwise was sure to get back to his wife and make his crumbling
marriage self-destruct.
“But I didn’t take you to court, did I?” she cried. “You know why? Because I love you.”
“You love money,” he shot back. The stack of hundreds tattooed on her left shoulder was
a testament to that. “Why else would you sign an agreement promising to get out of my life in
exchange for a hundred fifty thousand dollars?”
She may never have demanded that money had he not mentioned his cut of his stepfather’s
lottery winnings. Good sex had made him share way too much pillow talk with Whitley.
“I only signed it because I thought I could walk away from you,” she countered, her voice
both sensual and poisonous. “But my feelings changed.”
“Yeah? Well, words on paper don’t,” he growled, giving a what-are-you-looking-at glare to a
wide-eyed child who stared at him from the back seat of a passing car. “We had a contract. And
now you think I’m just supposed to magically change my life around to make a happy little family
with you?”
“That’s exactly what I think!” she screamed.
“News flash! That’s never gonna happen. So you can just stop calling my wife.”
“I didn’t call,” Whitley defended. “I texted because she needed to know!”
“This mess is between you and me. You should’ve left her out of it.” The windows seemed
to vibrate with the force of his words. As best he coud figure, Whitley had gotten Val’s number
through a careless mistake on his part. While driving Whitley back to work after a noontime
quickie, she nagged him to death about being hungry and not having enough time to eat when
she clocked in at the hospital. He foolishly left his unlocked phone in the SUV while he dashed
into a convenience store to get a giant slice of pizza to shut her up.
Still fuming, he said to Whitley, “Look, we need to talk about this some other time.”
“I need to get back to work anyway. But you can best believe that we will talk.”
Whitley hung up. Kurt’s blood boiled.
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