Chapter Thirty

**Greyson**

It has been three days since I agreed to Gens ridiculous idea of partnering with me to bring a brother down. She is hell-bent on doing this with me.

She told me over and over that she wants this chance to help like she wished someone had helped her with her brother when he was at his worst.

I’ve tried to talk her out of it every day, but she won’t listen, I’ve never known someone so stubborn.

Staring out of my office window, the sun just hiding behind the other building I take a deep breath waiting for the first part of this plan to begin.

The elevator dings and its followed by the sound of heels hitting the floor signalling the arrival or Brittany.

“Greyson I’m so glad you called me here tonight”.

She is wearing a short and incredibly low-cut dress, I guess to impress me she has a great body, but I can’t get past what she has done.

He leaves a lot to be desired I mean she slept with my brother, is carrying his baby and has still come here with that stupid smile on her face to convince me its mine.

“Please take a seat, Brittany, we have a lot to discuss and my wife will be here soon”.

She takes a seat but scowls at the word wife like she just ate something bitter.

“We do Greyson. You know I’m only here because I want what’s best for our baby”.

She places her hand over her stomach, and I fight the urge to call her a liar.

“I will provide for the child should it turn out to be my own, until then however we must discuss other arrangements”.

“Okay, let’s do that”.

She crosses one leg over the other keeping them open just a fraction too long, letting me see she is not wearing any underwear. She is shameless.

“We need to discuss what will happen if the child turns out to be mine. I have a wife whom I am very fond of. I don’t want anything to happen to that”.

I am reeling off the words Gen told me to say, I rehearsed them over and over in an attempt to make it sound sincere. By the look on Brittany’s face, it seems to be working.

I repeat what Gen and I discussed, telling Brittany she will provide for if the child is mine and then she can move into the family home.

She asks over and over what Genevieve will say to this.

“Genevieve is mine to deal with. You and the child will live in the house with both of us”


“You have got to be kidding me Greyson, you expect me to live in the house with both you and your wife”


Here comes the part I did not want to do, the part that has some truth but is no longer valid.

“Genevieve will not have a problem with it, you see our marriage is simply an arrangement. We are both free to see and be with who we see fit”.

I see her eyes light up at my words, I am revealing to her exactly what Max wants to know as well as giving them hope that she is available to be with her.

It is everything she could have hoped for from this meeting. She just has no idea I’m giving her this information, so it does get back to Max.

I want him to know this, I want him to think he is winning.

“Greyson”

Brittany climbs up from her seat and walks towards me, sitting down on my lap holding my head in her hands so I am forced to look at her.

“I would like our child to have two parents, do you think that’s something that we could work on”.

I almost feel bad for her seeing the real hope in her eyes, this is what she really wants but she decided to play a dangerous game and now she is going to lose it all.

“We can discuss that later on”.

I want nothing more than to push her off me, but the time isn’t right yet just a few more minutes.

“We have to first discuss where we are going to get this paternity test done. I have the names of several reputable doctors for you to choose from”.

She drops her hands from my face and turns in my lap to see the folders laid out on the desk. I already know which one she will choose; it is the exact one my brother is paying to forge the results of this test.

She scans through them and just as I thought, she picks up file number five.

“This one he has a kind face “


I grimace at how fluidly the lie leaves her mouth.

“Okay this one it is, now I think you should perhaps remove yourself from my lap”


This is the final stage of today’s plan.

“But Greyson I don’t want to “


She looks at me with pure lust, firmly pressing her lips to mine just as I hear the office door open.

“What the fuck is going on here “


Right on Cue Gen caught me in the arms of Brittany just like we planned. I pull away from her, but Brit keeps a firm grip around my neck.

“We were just celebrating our happy news “

Gen walks towards us both, I cannot help but stare at her as she does. Watching the emotion leave her face.

“What happy news, Greyson what is she talking about”


I say nothing, while they face off with one another.

“Greyson and I are having a baby together, and we are discussing the future of our family”.

She emphasises the word out before she stands up from my lap straightening her dress giving Gen just enough time to look at me and wink.

“You see. Genevieve... Was it? Unlike you, I’m providing a family for him to carry on his last name”.

I cannot help but laugh internally, she’s carrying on the name alright but it’s sure as hell not from me.
From the tone of her voice, as she continues telling Gen all about the baby.

I still cannot believe how she lies so effortlessly but it's what we wanted, this information needs to reach Max, so he will reach out to Gen praying on how much he already thinks she hates me.

“Greyson is this true?”
Genevieve looks at me, tears now pooling in the corners of her eyes. I stand up and head towards her taking a deep breath before I speak.

“Yes, it is. Not that it is any of your business”.

I know it’s not real, but it hurts me to say that to the woman who I want to be with.

“What do you mean none of my business, I am your wife”


“Correction you are nothing but a trophy wife, and when we find out the truth about this baby, you’ll only be used for the show”.

Tears stream from Genevieve’s face and it takes all my effort to not go to her, I want nothing more than to pull her into my chest to comfort her.

“You see, wife. How about you just run along with home and wait until somebody needs you”.
Brittany chortles as Gen rushes from the room.

She turns to face me, but my eyes are fixated on the woman in the lift now winking at me as the doors close.

I spend the next hour trying to peel Brit off me, who is now wholeheartedly convinced we are a couple even though I have not said that once to her.

In truth I want nothing more than to go home and have Gen in my arms, I leave the building and slide into my car weaving through the traffic to get home to her.

“Gen are you here?”

I hear light footsteps coming down the corridor, she looks amazing. She has changed out of the dress she had on and is now wearing one of my t-shirts and a little pair of shorts, her perfectly smooth legs on full display.

Her hair is tied up in a bun and she looks happy, I love her like this. She is always happiest when she is comfortable, I do not think she realises how sexy she is right now.

It takes me a second, but I realise she has just come from my room. It’s been amazing waking up to her every day, but she always gets up and goes back to her own to shower and change.

“Sorry I was in your room, I just needed to borrow a shirt. I hope this one’s okay”.

She looks down at herself and pulls on the edge of the shirt. Ignoring what she said I step towards her, pulling her in to kiss me.

“Greyson stop”.
I panic and pull away searching her face for why she would ask me to stop. It is like she sensed what I’m thinking.

“You smell like cheap perfume, how about you go have a shower I’ll make some food and we can pick this up after.

I frown at her giving her my best puppy dog eyes before she pushes me away again laughing.

“Go, lover boy! You smell like a nightclub”.

I rush into the shower letting the events of the evening replay in my head, I hope to god this works or it would have all been for nothing.

I know Max is smart but there is no way he is smart enough to realise what we are doing; all we need from him is to reach out to Genevieve asking if she’s okay and trying to get information from her.

Heading back into the kitchen I smell burning, rushing over there I see a very frazzled Gen staring down at a pan of thick bubbling liquid and the cold tap running over it.

“Looks Great Gen, I always wanted to eat lava”.

I wink at her as she lets out an exasperated Gasp, opening the drawer and pulling out a pizza menu.

“So, what are you having?”

We order the pizza and head into the front room, both of us sink into the soft cushions.

“Do you think this plan is going to work Greyson?”

I would have hoped we would be further along by now, but I have to trust in my instincts about my brother.

“Yes, He will reach out to you and ask you to meet with him. I’m sure of it”


“What makes you so sure?”

“You put on a very real display back there for Brittany, I do not doubt that she would have told Ma everything the first chance she got”.

“You really think she bought the wounded woman bit”.

“Of course! You have her real tears Gen. Which by the way I am going to need to watch out for, I almost scooped you off your feet back there. Keep that up and you’ll have me wrapped around your finger in no time”.
She laughs and grins at me before her head snaps to the door.

“Oh, the pizza is here “


I get up and rush over, as I take the pizza from the building attendant closing the door and turning to see Genevieve on the phone.

I quietly sit back down waiting for the conversation to finish.

“Well, I told you before Max, this is only about the money for me. What you and Brittany do to him is your business “

She paces up and down nodding and sometimes rolling her eyes at whatever Max is saying.

“You know Max you can just cut the crap. Why don’t you tell me what you called me for so we can be done with this conversation”?

She stops in her tracks listening intently to what is being said.

“Tomorrow at 8 pm.”

She looks at me for approval knowing I am going to follow wherever she goes.

“I’ll be there”


I hear Max’s voice muttering on the phone.

“Let us get a few things straight Max. I am not yours to take ownership of nor do I have plans to sleep with you, I told you all I’m after is money”.

“Good and the second one, when this is all over, you’ll pay Brittany so she and the child can live comfortably”.

She stares directly at me now smiling, waiting for Max to finish before she gets serious again.

“Those are the terms, Max, take it or leave it. It is no loss to me if I have to stay married to your brother ill e rich regardless”


She holds her breath waiting for the answer.

“Great. Tomorrow at 8pm”

I feel my fists clench at the thought of him being alone with her.

She ends the call and stares at the pizza box, before turning to me once more.

“I guess you were right Greyson, he wants to partner with me to bring you down”.