Trey POV
It doesn't take long for my phone to ding with a text. I smile as I see the number I assume is Megan's appear on my phone screen. I waste no time dialing her number. After four rings, a soft female voice greets me. "Hello Megan," I say, and I can tell by her silence she knows exactly who is speaking. There is a long pause before I finally break the silence.
"What's the matter, Megan? You're not afraid to talk to the father of your children, are you?" I expect her to burst into tears or scream. "I'm sorry you must have the wrong number. My children have no father," she says. I can tell she is trying to act brave, but we both know she is the farthest thing from it. Hell, she cried the first few times I f**ked her in my office. Going on and on about how wrong it was because I was
