One Night Stand With The Wolf President

Chapter 1 “I gave birth to our son seven months ago.” Jason didn't move. He didn't even breathe. "I have a son. It wasn't a question but a statement of fact. "Yes," Alicia said finally. "Why didn't you tell me?" he demanded. "I couldn't take the chance. I was afraid you would try to take him away from me." His face flushed with anger. "You should have trusted me to do the right thing. You should have damn well told me." she let his anger buffet her. He was right. she had known it in her heart all along. she should have told him. Despite her fear. Despite the risk. "I am here now. I am telling you now." "Why are you here now, Alicia? Why did you pick tonight of all night to tell me I had a son?" "Because..." She forces her words through the thickness of her throat, through the fear tightening her lips. "Because he's gone.” ................... Alicia Petrakis stared at the television screen and ground her teeth together until the pain shooting along her jaw made her let up. A scene tap earlier in the day flickered on the ten o'clock news. Grinding broadly, Jayden Clarke Clifford swaggered to a waiting limousine, a small crowd of supporters cheering him on from outside the prison gates. Jaden Clarke Clifford, the most notorious serial r****t in B country's history, was free. And the tests Alicia had performed in Wisconsin's state Crime lab were responsible. since the day she had received the order to perform the DNA comparison between blood found under the fingernails of a recent r**e victim and the DNA of the imprisoned Jaden Clarke Clifford, she had feared this would be the result. But she'd hoped the police would be able to shoot holes in the impossible theory that Jaden had a DNA clone out there commiting r**e before he won his appeal for a new trial. She had never dreamed the governor would bypass the criminal justice system completely and give the Clifford Pharmaceuticals heir a pardon. she wrapped her arms around herself. She felt sick to her stomach. But as sick as she felt, she knew it had to be worse for Jason. As if echoeing her thoughts, B country's new District Attorney Jason Hunter's face flashed on the television screen next. Outwardly he looked the same- the all American male with hair the color of a sun kissed beach and the square jaw and cleft chin of a superhero. But he had changed in the past year and half. She could read it in the hardness in his eyes, the rigid muscles along his jaw. He seemed even more judgemental than he had the last time she had seen him. This time she had been the one on whom he was passing judgement. The time she had come up waiting. She shoved the bitter memories from her mind. She couldn't waste her life being bitter. It wouldn't change anything. And looking at Jason's face on TV, the solemn line of his lips, the tortured squint of his eyes as he answered the reporters questions, bitterness was far from her reach. She felt only regret. Alicia Petrakis pushed her self up from the couch and switched off the television. Wrapping her Terry cloth robe tighter around her, she padded out of her comfortable little living room on bare feet and started up the staircase leading to the bed rooms. Reaching the top of the stairs, she strode past her own bed room to the closed door at the end of the hall. She paused for a moment and listened. Hearing nothing, she turned the knob and pushed the door open. Though Alicia had closed the windows against the humidity, the air still smelled like the fresh June darkness, the full moon obscured by drawn curtains. Only a feeble of light from the hall chased away the shadows and revealed the white bars of the crib in the corner. The crib that held the most precious thing in her life. She approached on stealthily steps and peered inside. Seven month old Patrick lay on his back, his head turned to the side. As always, a wave of love and gratitude surged through her at the sight of him. His peaceful face, his clenched fists, the tiny cleft in his chin. Just like his daddy's. She had meant to tell Jason at first. Even after the blowup. After all, he had had a right to know. She had even telephoned him a few times, but he had refused to take her calls. And whenever she had forced her self to drive to his house, she had invariably driven away with out stepping from her car. She just couldn't make her self face him. she had kept seeing the scorn in his eyes when she had defended her father, when she had taken her first wrong step. She had kept hearing Jason's bitter words the last night they were together, the night he refused her a second chance, the night he told her he didn't want her anymore. she shook her head, shutting out his words, and focused on her child's innocent face. No matter what Jason Hunter had done to her, he still deserved to know he had a child. And if things were that simple, she would have found a way to tell him. But things weren't that simple. Leaning over the crib gate, she reached a finger to touch the soft blond down on her baby's head. He had given her the strength to go on after Jason's rejection, after her father's crimes and his subsequent death from her co cospirator's bullet. Patrick was her little man, her love, her life. He was every thing she had. she couldn't risk loosing him. A feeling crept over her skin..A feeling that had nothing to do with the child sleeping in the crib. A feeling of being watched by malevolent eyes which was true.