untrue. The next thing they knew Jack had packed his bag and followed suit, he hadn’t told his family that he’d been offered a spot in the SEAL candidate class and just like that he was on his way to Illinois.
*
What were the chances of Mia Bly and Cuatro Rhodes running into each other at a bar in Manhattan? Probably slim at best, but they did and they both loved to drink and horde secrets and feel sorry for themselves. He was in town to meet with his agent and deliver the first chapters of his upcoming novel, he told Mia. He also told her that it was based on a barracuda lawyer and her driven-to-fame daughter who twisted men’s hearts and left them broken and bitter. Mia had just been released from a private mental health facility in upstate New York where she had struggled to free herself from the grip of the eldest son of the same home-wrecking lawyer. Much later that night over pillow talk it came to light that Cuatro and Mia had quite a few things in common. Namely a massive score to settle with the two people who would not be theirs, Atticus and Hadley Hale.
They barhopped at night and slept through their days and Mia was only a small bit irritated in light of his impotence. The Rhodes Ranch family was worth nearly as many billions as her father and Cuatro was a decent companion, intelligent, good-looking and not altogether dull. It made it easier actually, Cuatro’s inability to sustain an erection even when he sobered up long enough to get one. How he managed to write an entire novel was a mystery, he was flat out addicted to prescription drugs and alcohol which had left his brain a chaotic cesspool. Mia was enjoying her time with him until he carelessly remarked that her infatuation with her brother would add a great deal of fire to his novel. She told him if that information ever came to light she would end his drug and alcohol problem once and for all or maybe just see to it that he and his limp dick were no longer attached to each other.
Matilda Rhodes was barely back from her honeymoon to presidential hopeful Jordan Sullivan when she arrived in New York to attend the mayor’s birthday party. Jordan had insisted that she put in an appearance at the geriatric soiree at that Plaza Hotel and that was where a grand scheme began to take shape in her mind. She had met up with Cuatro and Mia and brought them along to the party, now they were sitting in a relatively quiet corner of the Oak Room when she heard the name ‘Atticus Hale’ announced as the karaoke singer. She and Mia had snapped to attention as quick as could be and there he was, the object of their passion and Cuatro’s hatred. He was singing and somehow he actually sounded good and looked sexy as hell, except that he was all starry-eyed over that far too young and seemingly innocent model. Mia and Matilda exchanged glances and it was imminently clear that Skyler was a solid detriment to any plans they might have for Atticus.
Matilda was getting awfully close to thirty and Jordan was adamant that she waste no time in getting pregnant to secure the women’s vote. Presidents weren’t elected if they didn’t have at least one child, it was a solid fact. A baby and the Rhodes Ranch money and influence was an almost certain guarantee of a winning campaign for the ambitious young couple. But Jordan was sterile, he was born that way, a fluke of nature the doctors said, just one of those unfortunate things.
Matilda wasn’ t keen on ruining her body with pregnancy in the first place and she most certainly was not going to degrade the lineage of the Rhodes family by perusing a common sperm bank. The idea of some sub-par jerkoff’s ‘emission’ being squirted into her body by her gynecologist made her nauseous to say the least. It was about as appealing as propositioning the homeless man who lived on her block and was obsessed with leaving his scandalously filthy dick hanging out.
No, she hadn’t had to think twice about a suitable sperm donor