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Chapter Four
     

     
    A week after Story’s birthday, Max returned to his father’s estate. He had a golf game to win. Shamefully, he also hoped to see Story. He could do without returning to her room that looked as if it puked Hello Kitty shit in every corner of her room.
    The night of her dinner, he’d made several errors, none of which he was proud of. For him to even own up to mistakes took a lot. Kissing her senseless, to him, constituted a lot .
    He shouldn’t have accepted Babs’ invitation in the first place, but he had nothing to stop him from missing his kid.
    “Son,” Winston greeted, walking into the room, arm extended for a handshake.
    “Hi, Dad.”
    Winston glanced around. “I thought my grandson would be with you.”
    “Kayleigh wouldn’t allow me to take him. She’s been bringing him to Point Fermin for the past few days.” At least she said she’d been bringing him to the place. Supposedly, Simon enjoyed his time there immensely, she didn’t want to interrupt that since he missed his dad so much.
    Never mind she kept Max and Simon apart.
    Ten days after Max first met Story so many weeks ago, Kayleigh had taken their son and walked out. A month later, she’d filed for divorce and full custody of Simon. Max’s love for his wife may have died an ignoble death, but he adored his son.
    His phone buzzed and he took it out of his pocket. He grimaced. Kayleigh was calling with more bullshit.
    “What can I do for you?” he answered, seeing no need for pleasantries. They hated each other.
    “I’ve decided to take your suggestion,” Kayleigh slurred out.
    Max frowned. “Are you drinking?”
    She hiccupped and ignored his question. “Why don’t you, Winston, and whoever else will play your stupid golf game, come and see Simon? I have something I want you to see. All of you.”
    “Fine.”
    “Come on out and enjoy the day with us because that’s what Simon wants. Your father and brothers would cancel their game for you.”
    “No, it’s to see Simon. You only bring him to Dad’s office,” he bit out.
    “You’re lucky I do that,” she spat. “They all condone what you do. You’re a fucking manwhore.”
    If listening to her verbal abuse meant seeing his son for a little while and giving his father and brothers a chance to see him, then he’d suffer through it. “I’ll be there in an hour. Let me round everyone up.”
    If only the difficult bitch would’ve agreed to his request earlier, they could already be there. Perhaps, she wouldn’t be drunk. Now, he’d have to leave Simon with his father and brothers, and take Kayleigh to the nearest rehab facility, even if he had to pay her to agree.
    “Change of plans, Dad,” Max said, then told Winston why.
    “I don’t like this,” Winston told him. “Kayleigh isn’t a woman who does something out of the kindness of her heart. She’s up to something.”
    “It’ll be fine.”
    Winston’s lips tightened. “I’ll meet you there, Max. Let me find Babs to tell her of my changed plans.”
    “Call her,” Max suggested, hard-pressed to keep the distaste from his tone.
    “I’d prefer to see her,” Winston said with a huge smile.
    “Where’s Story?” he couldn’t resist asking.
    “Who?”
    “Your stepdaughter. Remember? The girl who turned sixteen a week ago.”
    Winston shrugged. “Around. She does her own thing. I don’t have time for young female drama, so we stay out of each other’s way.”
    “She’s a very gorgeous girl. Someone has to protect her before she ends up pregnant for lack of supervision.”
    “We’d get her an abortion. It’s fine. She’s young and I’m wealthy. I can fix whatever problems she runs into.”
    “How very fatherly of you,” Max said dryly.
    “I couldn’t imagine having a real daughter, Max,” Winston admitted. “Girl children frighten me. Thank God I had only boys.”
    “Suppose Simon had been a Simone?”
    “Then we’d be going to a golf game, not hunting her