I asked, hoping he would at least have the decency to answer my one simple question.
He stopped, still with his back to me. No doubt, he knew I was asking about my mother. Now that I knew who my father was, I was sure my mom was just another victim of his cruelty. She just couldn’t be as heartless as he was, could she?
“Why?” He asked, turning around slowly. “Do you want to find her?”
“I have the right to know who she is.”
“You do, but what if she didn’t want you either?”
Ouch, that was a low blow. But I still managed to smile, just like I did most of the time that I had to spend in Paradise , and said, “With one selfish son of a bitch like you are, no sane woman would ever want to have a baby. So I guess my mother’s pregnancy was just an accident, just like her relationship with you in general. And what I think about her, is none of your business. I just need to know her name. That would be fair after all the shit that you made me go through. Don’t you think so?”
He shrugged indifferently. “She died. Many years ago.”
I felt like I had been stabbed in the back with a knife that went right through me, straight to my heart.
“You are lying,” I said in a trembling voice. I was not going to cry, I was simply too pissed and too naïve; I still hoped there was at least something good in the man. Obviously, I was wrong. And I was seconds away from changing my mind, and getting the kitchen knife after all, this bastard didn’t deserve to live.
“Think whatever you want,” he said with all the disgust that he had for the place and his so-called daughter, also known as me. “I’m late for a business meeting. I don’t have time to listen to your pity parties.”
“I don’t wish you success, Mr. Montgomery. I hope one day, you will burn in hell. Because if you win the elections, this country will go to hell, even before you do.”
“How dare you talk to–”
“Mr. Montgomery,” a familiar voice said from behind the bodyguards’ backs. “I think it’s time for you to get back to your congressional duties.” Will stepped forward, ignoring the attempts of the bodyguards to stop him.
“Mr. Blair. . . What a pleasant surprise. . .”
“Will. . .”
“Louise,” he said in a harsh voice, drilling my father with his murderous stare. “You okay?”
“Yes, the senator was just leaving.” I was so shocked to see Will that I almost forgot about my father’s presence.
“Have a good day,” Daddy said through clenched teeth and followed his bodyguards outside.
Will and I stared at each other. There was so much I wanted to tell him, but no words came out of my mouth. I just kept staring, staring, and staring some more.
God, I almost forgot how powerful Will always looked. My apartment suddenly felt even smaller than it was. He was as gorgeous as ever, wearing a pair of dark-blue jeans, matching shirt, and a black leather jacket that somehow made him look a little reckless. I looked into his eyes and my whole body trembled, helpless against his handsomeness and the things I felt for him. He became my every breath and every beat of my heart. There was no way I could think about anything but melting in his embrace now. The scent of his cologne reached my nostrils and I took a deep breath, letting the mixture of wood and spice wash over me. Just like the first time he touched me in one of the dance rooms of Le Papillon , I now could feel his invisible touches everywhere his eyes stopped, drinking in every small part of my body.
“I was afraid it would already be too late by the time I got here,” he said, taking one tiny step forward. “He didn’t try to hurt you, did he?” Will tried to sound calm, but I could hear the excitement in his voice.
I shook my head, still unable to speak.
Will’s eyes traveled down my outfit, and I cursed mentally, wishing I were dressed in something more appropriate for a meeting with the love that I hadn’t seen for months.
Time hardly