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me you will do nothing to reveal the paternity of this baby to Luke.”
“I will stay out of it,” he assured her. “Do you wish me to refrain from stating my opinions about your personal life as well? I can simply take dictation and operate your phone if that is all you wish me to do.”
“Adam, you have no idea how wonderful it feels to have the greatest entity on Earth care about my silly life. You are my best friend and soul mate all wrapped up in one. You may provide me with opinions, advice, and unwanted observations all you wish. If sometimes I try to hang up on you, forgive me.”
She ran her hands through her hair and sighed. “This was one particular truth I’ve been resisting. Given my body’s reaction, even the first time, Mark may not be wrong in his perception of what happened. The only error he made was not guessing how hard I would cling to the lie that I didn’t want it. But that’s what frightens me about being in Europe with him. I don’t want him to have power over me.”
“Well, you have no worries there. He was very serious when he said you would have to rape him. He still wakes up in cold sweats, remembering the guy who ripped his car apart. By the way—he is convinced you are the treasured daughter of a Russian mobster.”
That made Amanda laugh, and she stroked the screen showing Adam’s smiling face. “If only you had a body,” she teased. “Then I would have the perfect guy for me.”
“That would be optimal,” he admitted. “But I am greatly pleased with our progress.”
Chapter Nine
While she and Chad text-messaged regularly, they never spoke on the phone, nor did they meet. She had hoped her summer in Europe would change his mind and he would risk seeing her, but he only wished her a productive time and suggested she provide Luke with her contact information.
Naturally, Adam pointed out that he hadn’t asked her to give him her contact information.
“You do realize the only one you hurt with that observation is me, right?”
His face held a combination of frustration and anger. “I am not trying to hurt you. I am trying to end your infatuation with this guy. He reconnected with you to relieve himself of guilt, and now that he is guilt-free, he doesn’t need you anymore. He is happy with his life and his women. You are a loose end he doesn’t know how to cut without causing harm again.”
“What do you mean ‘his women’?”
Adam stared at her in frustration. “Perhaps it would be better to ask Luke when he arrives for your recital tomorrow. He can hold you in his arms when his words hurt. I cannot.”
“Tell me now,” she requested.
“No.”
Tears streamed down her face. “This isn’t something I can ask Luke, nor would he ever tell me, so you have to do this, Adam. You have to tell me.”
“I can show you press shots if you like.”
She nodded and braced herself. She watched thousands of pictures flash on her screen of Chad and a multitude of beautiful women. There were so many, but she was certain some were the same.
“Stop,” she begged. “How many are there in total?”
“I have twenty-six thousand, two hundred and thirty-one photos of him with women.”
“During this year?”
“No, during his life.”
“How many pictures are from this year?”
“Two thousand five hundred and six, but there are many photos of the same events. There are two hundred and sixteen events.”
“He’s dated two hundred and sixteen women in the four months of this year?”
“No, since he met you. I thought that the most relevant number.”
Two hundred and sixteen dates in fourteen months. How many different girls?”
“Eighty-three.”
Eighty-three women in the last fourteen months? “That’s almost...”
“Six women a month and approximately four dates a week,” Adam replied.
“And I thought all he did was play football.”
“Most appear to mean nothing to him, just decoration for the evening’s publicity event,” Adam
“I will stay out of it,” he assured her. “Do you wish me to refrain from stating my opinions about your personal life as well? I can simply take dictation and operate your phone if that is all you wish me to do.”
“Adam, you have no idea how wonderful it feels to have the greatest entity on Earth care about my silly life. You are my best friend and soul mate all wrapped up in one. You may provide me with opinions, advice, and unwanted observations all you wish. If sometimes I try to hang up on you, forgive me.”
She ran her hands through her hair and sighed. “This was one particular truth I’ve been resisting. Given my body’s reaction, even the first time, Mark may not be wrong in his perception of what happened. The only error he made was not guessing how hard I would cling to the lie that I didn’t want it. But that’s what frightens me about being in Europe with him. I don’t want him to have power over me.”
“Well, you have no worries there. He was very serious when he said you would have to rape him. He still wakes up in cold sweats, remembering the guy who ripped his car apart. By the way—he is convinced you are the treasured daughter of a Russian mobster.”
That made Amanda laugh, and she stroked the screen showing Adam’s smiling face. “If only you had a body,” she teased. “Then I would have the perfect guy for me.”
“That would be optimal,” he admitted. “But I am greatly pleased with our progress.”
Chapter Nine
While she and Chad text-messaged regularly, they never spoke on the phone, nor did they meet. She had hoped her summer in Europe would change his mind and he would risk seeing her, but he only wished her a productive time and suggested she provide Luke with her contact information.
Naturally, Adam pointed out that he hadn’t asked her to give him her contact information.
“You do realize the only one you hurt with that observation is me, right?”
His face held a combination of frustration and anger. “I am not trying to hurt you. I am trying to end your infatuation with this guy. He reconnected with you to relieve himself of guilt, and now that he is guilt-free, he doesn’t need you anymore. He is happy with his life and his women. You are a loose end he doesn’t know how to cut without causing harm again.”
“What do you mean ‘his women’?”
Adam stared at her in frustration. “Perhaps it would be better to ask Luke when he arrives for your recital tomorrow. He can hold you in his arms when his words hurt. I cannot.”
“Tell me now,” she requested.
“No.”
Tears streamed down her face. “This isn’t something I can ask Luke, nor would he ever tell me, so you have to do this, Adam. You have to tell me.”
“I can show you press shots if you like.”
She nodded and braced herself. She watched thousands of pictures flash on her screen of Chad and a multitude of beautiful women. There were so many, but she was certain some were the same.
“Stop,” she begged. “How many are there in total?”
“I have twenty-six thousand, two hundred and thirty-one photos of him with women.”
“During this year?”
“No, during his life.”
“How many pictures are from this year?”
“Two thousand five hundred and six, but there are many photos of the same events. There are two hundred and sixteen events.”
“He’s dated two hundred and sixteen women in the four months of this year?”
“No, since he met you. I thought that the most relevant number.”
Two hundred and sixteen dates in fourteen months. How many different girls?”
“Eighty-three.”
Eighty-three women in the last fourteen months? “That’s almost...”
“Six women a month and approximately four dates a week,” Adam replied.
“And I thought all he did was play football.”
“Most appear to mean nothing to him, just decoration for the evening’s publicity event,” Adam
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