Page 104 of Baby Daddy
Holy shit! My eyes as wide as saucers, I perused the exclusive article, which talked about how the two of them had met and had sex in a hotel room while Gunther was in Los Angeles last year pursuing the acquisition of our company among others. Then this: According to Ms. Amaretto, she was introduced to Saxton by his public relations consultant, Krizia Vanderberg, at a Hollywood party. Holy shit again! I quickly flipped to page 20 where the story continued.
High-profile divorce and family law attorney, Brock Andrews, will be representing Ms. Amaretto. In a brief press conference, he issued this statement: “Both Carmen and I are confident that the DNA testing will prove that Mr. Saxton is the putative father. Once paternity is confirmed, we will be seeking extensive damages and child support from the defendant.” Mr. Saxton was unavailable for comment.
Holy fucking shit. This is what Brock wanted to tell me. I’d always suspected there was more than met the eye with Mr. Family Man, but I was still stunned and speechless.
“Drake, thank you,” said my dad, catapulting me out of my shock.
“For what?”
“For saving me from potentially making a deal that would have destroyed our company. Everything I…” he took a beat…“we have worked for. If this scandal had erupted after we’d been acquired by Saxton Enterprises, I’m sure every one of our shows would have been yanked off the air.”
“Is this why you fired Krizia?”
“No. Actually, I fired her three days ago.”
Beforethe scandal. “For what reason?”
“For humiliating that lovely young woman. And for humiliating you.”
I was speechless as a mixture of respect and love for my father surged inside me. My mother was right. Despite all my fuck ups, he cared about me…had my back. And he saw in Dee what I saw in her. A short but awkward stretch of silence followed. My father broke it before another coughing fit set in.
“Drake…”
“Yeah, Dad?”
“I had lunch with Blake Burns yesterday. He couldn’t stop talking about his wife’s enthusiasm for our new series—the one inspired by Dee’s daughter. She has high hopes for it. How’s the development going? Is there a deal in place?”
I latched onto my father’s words, anxiousness filling my chest. I needed to be honest with him.
“Dad, Dee quit. She’s no longer my temp. There is no deal.”
“What??” His brows knitted. “Where is she?”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve tried calling her…texting her…emailing her…but no response. And now she’s blocked my number.”
“Then go to her house. You know where she lives.”
“I did that this morning. Neither she nor Tyson was there. Her sister told me they went out of town—”
My father interrupted. “Well, they’ve gotta come back some time.”
My chest tightened. “Her sister said that Dee never wants to see me again.”
“Baloney. I saw the way she looked at you. She’s totally in love with you.”
“Dad, I hurt her. I acted recklessly.”
“Love is reckless, son.”
My eyebrows shot up. He continued.
“Do you think I pursued the rights to the Ice Capades solely to develop an animated series? No, I followed the show around the world so I could woo your mother. She was quite the ice queen in more ways than one.”
I let out a soft chuckle. I never knew that.