HIS MOTHER'S SON

Edmund Hamilton had dealt with a lot of shit in his escapades with women, but this was different. He could feel it.

What made it different this time was the fact that the woman involved was not after his money, well, not the amount he could give her readily apparently.

She was after something much greater. His name for herself. That meant marriage. And a big name for her child. That meant an inheritance for the baby, especially as he was going to be his firstborn.

The thought of marrying a woman like Charlotte made him feel nauseous. Not because she wasn't beautiful enough but because oftentimes, when he thought about getting married sometime in the very distant future, he imagined that he would get married to a more homely, decent woman. Charlotte wasn't any of those things.

Her party days were far from over and apart from that, he didn't sense a connection between them. Perhaps they'd been one before now but whatever connection that ever existed between them had been severed a l