King
I couldn't sleep. It wasn't my bed. It wasn't my house, and I had a headache. Lying in bed was an excuse to obsess over everything I should have been doing. Over what Teela was doing right now with that asshole Alec. Lucky asshole.
He'd taken her to her hotel and stayed. She let him stay. Me Teela sent away, but Alec got to stay. What made him better than me? My net worth was greater. I'd known her first. It was me and my mother—no, Lettie wasn't my mother—who had raised Teela from a scrawny kid who couldn't do anything right into an efficient homemaker. She had given me her virginity and her young adult years.
I deserved Teela, not Alec. I tried to tell Teela that. The next thing I knew, I was taking DNA tests for three kids, none of which were mine, no matter what the test results said. I was careful. Always. The test results were probably manipulated by Teela or that piss-ant Stiff. Stiff hated me, too.
