Just then, my phone pinged with messages from Lisa, ending with *REFUSE ANY DNA.*
Oh?
Drex frowned. “What's wrong?”
I quickly pocketed my phone. “I'll ask you the same. Why are you talking to me?”
“To discuss Imogen. Your… daughter, right?”
I nodded, raising a confused brow so I could seem as believable as ever. “But why would you want to talk about her? I'd expect you to be talking to Lisa, not about ‘my' child.”
He had an expression I couldn't quite place when he continued. “I want a DNA on her.”
My brows furrowed like I didn't already know. “What? Why would you want DNA on ‘my’ child?”
“I've met with her three times already, and each time, I've felt a connection. I need to know if she's mine or not.” He stated plainly.
“So you're trying to tell me that we've had s*x before? Th
