Chapter 91: Paul's Ultimatum

Molly-

My knees gave out, and I found myself sitting in the chair in front of him. All the breath in my body seemed to leave me at once, and I couldn't seem to get it back.
Anyone else would have rushed to my side to see if I was okay. But Paul just stared at me emotionless.
I shouldn't have been surprised or hurt. There was only one person who had really seen any sort of affection from Paul, and that was my mother.
I looked down at my hands and tried to compose myself.
"I-I'm sorry. What did you say?" I asked, hating myself for how much my voice trembled.
"I will not repeat that filthy sentence again. How you seduced Scott into such a perverse act, I'll never know. But it will end now! Do you understand me? As of right now, you two will no longer even be ALONE, and you will stay away from him altogether," Paul stated.
He glared at me like I was lower than a bug and couldn't even stand being in the same room as me. I straightened in my chair and tried to compose myself to make it seem like I didn't care about his feelings.
"What exactly makes you think that I'm sleeping with Scott?" I asked as calmly as I could.
Paul scoffed. "Besides the lewd way you two have been acting since we got home from Paris, you mean?"
I stayed quiet, refusing to give in to his prodding of me. I knew he was trying to get a rise out of me, and I was not about to let him win.
Paul stared at me, and for a few tense moments, it was a battle of wills; Paul waited for me to break, and me waiting for him to realize that I wasn't about to give in.
When Paul finally moved, I almost cheered out loud. I knew it was a small victory in light of everything, but I HAD to make sure Paul knew he had no control over me.
He jerked the bottom drawer of his desk then rustled around for a moment before tossing a manila envelope in front of me. It hit the desk with a hard thud that was out of proportion with the thickness of the envelope.
I still didn't move or say anything. Which I could tell was irritating Paul even more.
"Well, don't just sit there like a bimbo. Open the damn thing!" he ordered... his short fuse blown.
Just to irritate him, I leaned forward as slowly as I could to grab the envelope and open it. My stomach twisted as I pulled out its content. Every instinct was screaming at me that whatever was in there, I didn't want to see.
But I knew that any fear would be a sign of weakness to Paul, and with how furious he was, he would jump on that like a predator on prey.
I pulled a small stack of thick photo paper out. The pictures were still upside down, so all I saw were the white backs. My hands trembled as I turned them over. The sight that greeted me almost caused me to get sick again.
It was picture after picture of the moment I had accepted Scott as my Dom. He had pushed me against the wall and made me his, truly his, for the first time. It had been a beautiful, sensual special moment that I had treasured. But this person had taken it and turned it into the perverse act that Paul accused me of.
Whoever had taken the series of photos had caught almost everything, leaving no doubt about who it was and what we had been doing.
Absolutely no doubt.
I deliberately pushed the photos back into the envelope, unable to look at them any longer. A small piece of yellow legal paper caught my eye. I almost didn't pull it out, not wanting to know what else Paul had on Scott and me. However, even through the fear, I knew I needed to know.
I pulled it out and slowly unfolded the letter.
* You promised me 50,000.
I want what is owed. Or I'll release these photos.
You have 1 week.
J.P.D. *
My mouth went dry, and my lungs suddenly felt so tight that I felt like I was drowning.
"Who is J.P.D.?" I gasped out.
"Doesn't matter, I took care of it," Paul told me. "But now...this is the end of it. You will leave my son alone."
I shoved the paper back and threw the envelope on the table. "I will not be blackmailed, Paul. I am not ashamed of my relationship with Scott."
"You CAN'T have a relationship with your brother! That's just sick!" Paul shouted, slamming his fist on his desk.
I leaned forward and gave him a long steady look. "Scott is NOT my brother any more than you are my father. You're just the asshole that married my mother. Who the hell do you think you are telling me who I can see? I am NOT a child!"
"This is MY house, business, money, and my family. I will not let you destroy it because you want to act like a stupid little WHORE!" Paul shouted.
My jaw dropped, and I felt his words slam into me like a knife into my gut.
"How dare you!" I gasped. "You have no idea -"
He slammed his hand on the desk again. "No, You* have no idea. I will not let this destroy all that I've built! I will throw you, Scott, and your mother out on your asses before I let that happen."
I shrunk away from him, his threat finally crumbling my pride. If I was alone, I would have gladly walked out and told him where to shove it. But there was no way I could steal all of this away from my mother or Scott. Working for his father was something that Scott had been preparing for all his life.
And my mother.
She loved Paul deeply, and he took care of her, no matter what he felt for me.
"Fine," I finally agreed. "I will end things with Scott immediately."
Paul nodded in satisfaction. "As soon as the holidays are over, I want you GONE. I'll pay for you to go anywhere you want to with some money to help you until you find a job. After that, you will only come home for the holidays and your mother's birthday. Is that understood?"
I hung my head, feeling the weight of the impossible situation. My mother wouldn't understand what happened or why I would suddenly not want to be around her. She would be hurt and upset, but at least she would be safe and have a roof over her head.
If that hadn't been enough of an incentive for me to agree, my stomach fluttered again, reminding me of what else was at stake.
There was no way Paul could EVER find out I was carrying Scott's child. That meant leaving was the best possible solution.
I had to protect my baby.
"Fine," I agreed again, this time more sure of myself. "I'll leave."
Paul nodded in agreement as if we were doing nothing more than negotiating a contract, not making plans to divide our family.
"Was there anything else?" I asked in hopes of getting out of there before I couldn't hold back the tears anymore.
"Yes," Paul retorted sharply as he grabbed a small brown paper bag and tossed it on top of the envelope.
I cautiously reached for it like it was a snake about to strike at me. I peeked into the bag my heart twisted painfully. On the top of the brightly colored pink box was a giant flowing script declaring it the #1 best pregnancy test. My eyes slowly returned to Paul's, and I knew I was out of options.
"I need you to take this. I need to know how royally screwed we are."