A weekend with the Alpha novel Chapter 33

I opened my mouth to reply with all the words I had rehearsed on the way down here, but none of those reasons came out of my mouth. After a few seconds, my mouth snapped shut and my eyes dropped to the table.

I fidgeted with my fingers, contemplating the words to say. "I thought it was the best decision. There was no reason to involve you in my business."

The last line must have triggered him because his eyes flickered. "Except he isn't just your business. He's my son as much as he is yours, if not more."

I stayed silent despite every fibre of my bones wanting me to rebel and tell him his last line was a lie, but I bit down on my tongue. I didn't want to upset this man; he seemed ready to bite off my head if the chance presented itself tonight.

"You denied me five years of being a part of his life. Now tell me why I shouldn't take him away from you?"

There was no reason he shouldn't, but I could not imagine a world without my son. It would be a dark and miserable one and I will not survive or want to live in it.

"It was a weekend together. I thought nothing would come of it, but it did. Understand there were a lot of things to consider. I barely knew you, and I had to make the decision all by myself."

His teeth clenched at my words, and he shook his head. "You could have told me when we met at the fundraiser. You could have come out with the truth."

"How did you want me to do that? Hello Aaron, I saw you came in today, but we have a son and he came out from the weekend we spent together over four years ago. Was that what you wanted me to say?" I demanded.

"Yes, exactly like that." his response showed he saw nothing wrong with it. "You had the last three weeks to come out with the truth, and you chose to keep it from me. There's no excuse. That is on you."

I dragged a deep breath and rubbed my hand over my forehead. "Then I'm sorry about everything. For not telling you about your son, and if there's a way to get on the same page about it, I want to hear it."

He placed his hands down on the table and my eyes caught the file sitting on the table before him beside the menu. My gaze immediately narrowed, wondering what it was.

"I want my son. I want to be a part of his life. I want him to get to know me, his father. I do not want to get the lawyers involved and take him away from you and so I had this drafted." he pushed the file towards me and I picked it up and read through it.

It was a very detailed consenting agreement in which I would sign my right over to him. He didn't want fifty per cent; he wanted eighty per cent.

My eyes grew glassy, but I blink them back. My heart was breaking, and I couldn't fathom the very thought of losing my son to this man. "Then what is it? You're making demand for more times than I will have with my son. This is cruel."

"I do not deny you access to your son. He is still yours and you can still see him."

"Yes, but I'd have to get permission from you before doing everything. My son would no longer be mine but yours!"

"Because he is mine."

I didn't want to accept this offer; it was too cruel. A painful tear slid down my face and it burnt my skin. I quickly reached for it and wiped it off.

"You want to punish me, that's all you want to do. You want to take him from me, but you don't even know him or what he's like."

"And whose fault is that?"