He was going to take my son away from me, and I knew there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I had no money, so I definitely could not afford a top-notch lawyer. Besides that, Bryce seemed hell bent and nothing would stop him.
I didn't bother to pack up my things, but simply grabbed my handbag and headed straight for the elevator. I needed to think of something before it was too late and at the moment, my list of assistance was very short.
There was only one person who could help me, someone who had almost as much power as Bryce.
My hand wasted no time in fishing out my phone and dialing the number of that person. Three rings later he answered.
"Hello, my love," drawled the person on the other end.
"Logan," I choked out, holding back a sob. I was literally at the brink of tears, totally scared shitless.
"Aubrey, love, what's the matter?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
The first tear rolled my cheek to my chin, then landed on my red blouse with a big splash. "Can you please come and get me. I'm at work."
"I'll be over in 15 minutes." Logan assured, then I cut the call.
The elevator opened, allowing to tumble out of it and dash to the exit. I caught the eye of every single individual in the reception area and I didn't give a flying fuck. All I wanted to do right now was to bawl my eyes out and scream in frustration.
True to his words, Logan pulled up in front of the building in fifteen minutes flat. I didn't bother to swoon over his sexy red Ferrari and just slipped into it. Once inside, I let the flood gates open. Logan didn't say anything but placed his hand on my thigh. He was about to speak but I stopped him.
"Let's just get outta here, and I'll explain. I promise," I muttered, wiping my eyelids, probably smearing my mascara.
He nodded and did as I told him.
Third Person's P.O.V
Yet another object flew across the room and landed with a soft thud onto the carpeted floor. His desk was almost devoid of anything but Bryce didn't care, he just wanted to release all the pent up anger he had been harboring for the past two weeks.
He still couldn't believe that Aubrey had been capable of keeping such a monstrous secret from him, and for five years even! What had motivated her to do such a thing. At first, he really wanted to think that maybe the kid wasn't his, but someone would have to be really obtuse not to see the uncanny resemblance between the two.
Israel was basically a carbon copy of Bryce, only with hazel eyes instead of grey.
After the remnants of items on his desk had been completely and utterly depleted, only then did Bryce's insanity begin to seep back into his system. Now wasn't the time to throw a tantrum, no. What he needed to do was find a top-notch lawyer to sort out the custody issue.
He picked up his phone and dialed Leo's number.
"I see you can't resist the urge to call me, Bry." he said with mirth. Bryce could basically hear the smirk in his tone.
"I don't have time for games, Leo. I need you to find the best lawyer in New York for me, a.s.a.p. Am I understood?" he all but barked.
Leo let out a sigh. "Why do you need a lawyer? Who's about to get their ass sued?"
Bryce's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. "Stop with the damn questions and just do what I asked. I'll explain later." he snapped, then ended the call.
Throwing all that stuff all over his office floor had done nothing to relieve him off his rage. He needed a distraction, and the only one who could do that was Tatiana.
Without giving it another thought, Bryce grabbed his car key and strutted out of his office, his mind already on the pleasure that was to come.
Logan and I had arrived at El Fonci's and we were seated at the same table Bryce and I sat the last time we were here. For the past half hour, I had been explaining the recent happenings of my life to him. His face remained stoic, his pupils narrowed and he didn't utter a single word.
Deep down I knew what I had done was very wrong and I probably deserved what was coming. At the time, I was really scared that my pregnancy would keep me tied to him and I didn't want that anymore. I needed to breathe, I needed space and a baby wasn't going to stop me from getting that divorce.
Logan grabbed my hand after I had run out of words, but the tears continued to flow. "I'm glad you came to me with your predicament. Just know I am more than willing to help both you and your son. Bryce won't take him away from you," he said, his voice soft and soothing.
"Thank you, I really had no one else to turn to," I replied pitifully, using my free hand to wipe my tears.
"So, you said the child lives with his grandmother, your mother, in Minnesota?" I nodded. "Why didn't you take him under your care?"
I averted my gaze to the view provided by the large window to my left. Did I really have a reason for abandoning him? Well, I didn't actually abandon him. I just left him in the care of my mom because I knew I couldn't raise him on my own. I had no job, no money and no one to rely on. That, and I was terrified.
I didn't answer his question, causing him to heave a huge sigh. "Alright, touchy subject I presume. That's okay. In the meantime, you need to get into contact with your mother and inform her of what's going on. You have to persuade her to help you out."
I turned back to him and released a humorless laugh. "Persuade her, you say? I'm pretty sure she's already on his side." I mean, it was pretty obvious to me.
"You don't know that. Why don't you give her a call?" he urged me, his green eyes seducing me to do it.
And I did do it, just to prove to him that I was very right. I wish I hadn't though because now I knew Bryce had not only persuaded her to side with him, she was actually going to come with Israel to New York.
She was going to make sure Bryce would get full custody.
Now I was royally screwed!
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Ex-Husband Turned BossRomance
Down-on-her-luck Aubrey gets the job offer of a lifetime, with one catch: her ex-husband is her new boss. ***** Aubrey Whitlock's life is turned upside down after her divorce, le...