She grabbed his wrist, and made to tug his hand away from her stomach.
“I’m not some whore that you can buy. This is my body and my life.” She shoved him away, and before he could say or do anything more, Maria appeared.
He’d unnerved Adora. He saw the arousal in her gaze even though she wanted to fight him.
Maria said goodbye to him.
On the way out the door, he stood, watching them.
“Architecture,” she said. “That’s what I’m studying.”
He should have known with the way she kept admiring his place. The elevator doors closed, and he walked back into his home, and went straight to his cell phone. Being the owner of the Bennett Corporation, he had a multitude of people and organizations at his fingertips.
Tobias gave one of his best investigators, a former FBI agent, Adora’s name, age, and even what she was studying, and within the hour he had every detail of her life at his fingertips.
Flicking through the files that were emailed to him, he stared at several pictures that had also been attached.
He saw her birth certificate, which stated “father unknown”.
Sitting back, he thought about Maria. She was a quiet woman, and stayed out of the way all the time, rarely making an appearance. Most of the time he imagined she was some kind of ghost.
Staring at Adora’s finances though, he saw she was struggling, and she’d not been in college all that long either. The debt just kept rising, and even if she found a decent job, this would be hanging around her neck for a long time to come.
He needed a child, and she needed money.
Looking through some of the images, he saw she was a bright, intelligent woman. One of her graduation pictures had even made it onto the news. Her mother was there, and the two were hugging, a clear bond between them.
This was the kind of bond his brother tried to find and failed.
“There’s no way you want this life, or what they offer. They’re fucking liars, and they’re cold as ice!” Maximus had been on another high, spouting shit off that Tobias hadn’t been interested in listening to. He’d wanted to keep his head down, and just focus on making his parents proud. He hadn’t cared about anything else then. He wasn’t blinded by their smoke and mirrors anymore.
When Maximus died, the guilt had nearly brought him down, but once again his parents had been there, telling him that he was the strong one, that it was now on his shoulders to carry the family name. Something had felt off to him, so he’d started to look into his family, and he knew things about his parents that were indeed quite shocking. Before he died, his brother had warned him to watch his back, so he did.
Tobias wasn’t getting any younger. His parents had thrown prospective wife after wife at him, and he’d denied them at every single turn. He hated having this responsibility thrust on him.
Now his head was in the game. He wanted Adora in his bed, to fill her with his seed. Once she’d done her duty, she could do whatever the hell she wanted with her life. She’d be the perfect woman to be his child’s mother.
It would piss his parents off that he hadn’t picked their ideal woman. They’d never approve of his choice—her father unknown, her mother a mere cleaner.
His days of doing as he was told were starting to wear thin.
It was time to carve out his own life, and not one dominated by parents who didn’t give a shit.
****
Sitting underneath a tree, Adora stared down at her course book, filled with descriptions of modern architecture, and all the while, her mind wasn’t even on her studies. She rested her head against the hard bark, closing her eyes.
One of their neighbors had given birth to a new baby, and all Adora had heard for the past six nights was the baby screaming. The mother was doing everything she could, but the walls were so thin.
She’d never been able to sleep with noise around her.
A couple of times growing up, her mother hadn’t made rent in time, and they’d been tossed out onto the street. Shelters, buses, public toilets had been her bedroom for the night, and with it a whole set of nightmares she didn’t even want to think about. As a child, she’d been scared, but like most kids, she’d dealt with it, holding her mother as she cried. She’d never understood why her mother cried, but then one day she’d found the diary that contained her secrets and her greatest pain.
Adora’s father had been the love of Maria’s life. At least, Maria had thought so. He’d been kind, gentle, building her trust. The affair had lasted a few months, and when she’d fallen pregnant, she’d been so excited. Of course, that excitement had turned to fear as he’d broken every one of her dreams, calling her a slut, a whore, and telling her if she even tried to pin the baby on him, he’d kill her.
Her mother had left, raised Adora all alone, and never once made her feel anything but love. It was part of the reason she wanted to really succeed in school. She had a plan. Get her degree, intern at one of the top five firms for young architecture designers, and build her career up. One day she hoped to have enough money that her mother wouldn’t have to clean another house or office again.