He is lying to you

I stared at Blaine, shocked. 

He knew. 

He knew Oliver was not dead as I had claimed. Could Kan have been right after all?

Did Blaine send those men to raid our house?

“What the hell are you talking about?” I said, calling his bluff.

He smiled that bright smile I remembered well, the one that has become even clearer since my long dream at the hospital. He flashed that smile at me, shaking his head as he undid his top shirt buttons.

I looked away. 

The place was really becoming hot, and I somehow chose today of all day to wear a long-sleeve shirt. It was a gorgeous white and gold dress shirt with complementing white pants, but now I regret wearing it.

“We cannot stay here forever.” I looked up at him again, trying to make him see sense since there was nothing else I could do. 

There was no connection here, so I could not call or text. I glanced at Summer and she was sweating now.

Blaine really got me with this. I would have been way more stubborn if it was just him and me, but I could not let an innocent person suffer needlessly.

And looking at this wickedly determined man, I saw he did not mind Summer sweating into a faint here.

“What do you want?”

“Oliver Takdea. I do hope you gave him his father’s last name.” 

I would never know how I managed to do it, but I did it. I kept an expressionless face as Blaine called out the name of my son whom I had put much effort into hiding from him.

“The heat seems to be making you delirious,” I said smoothly, and he laughed loudly.

“You have gotten more confident. I always preferred it when you were like this.”

“What you prefer does not concern me, Mr Tucker. What do you think my husband will do to you when he finds out about this?”

Blaine scoffed, but he did not get angry. 

I watched him, this was another new development in him. Since my return, none of our conversations about my son has ever been calm. 

Blaine had always been like a raging lion, yelling and forcefully demanding to know where his son was. 

But now, he was laid back and teasing and joking, and his smile reached his eyes.

Summer took her suit off and opened her shirt. 

Blaine nodded without looking at her, “You should probably do the same.” He said to me,

“You pervert.” I said through gritted teeth.

“You thought differently that night,” he said, while holding my gaze.

“I will not listen to this nonsense,” I said, but that sounded ridiculous to even my own ears, because I had no other option but to. 

It was not like I could walk away, I was trapped here with him.

Blaine spared no punches as he said, “You’ve got earmuffs then?”

I pressed my lips, staring at him, “Do you realize how ridiculous this is? You think you can get answers out of me this way?”

“I know I can.” He responded without pause, in an arrogant, confident tone. “So where is Oliver?” 

I winced this time around. 

Anytime I heard my son’s name from his lips, I felt a shiver travel round my body. I glanced at Summer and felt helpless.

“Let her out, and I’ll tell you.”

“Or you can tell me, and I’ll let you both out.”

“Blain!” 

And we both fell silent as a blush spread up my neck. 

There was something about a one-night stand. The memory is always clear in your mind because you have no other memories with the person. 

So, no matter how much time had passed, whenever you met that person, the one thing you both remembered was that night.

Especially if it was as passionate as the one Blaine and I had.

Calling his name like that only had both of us thinking the same thing, and he smiled at me, then nodded. 

“Your wish, Ms.” He pressed the button and the door opened.

Summer glanced at me as she walked towards the door and I nodded. 

She may not be able to touch Blaine since he was her superior, but I could.

So as she walked past, I raised my fingers to poke his eyes, but he anticipated that, clamped both my hands in his and spun me around.

My hands were pinned behind me as he said, “Get out!” And Summer hurried away. 

As the door closed, he let go of me again.

“Don’t you think that was childish?” he said quietly as he fully unbottened his shirt and took it off.

“THIS is childish.” I yelled at him.

He lowered himself to the floor and sat down, one of his legs stretched out in front. 

He was really getting comfortable, and I wondered how long he planned to stay here for. He could not get away with this for too long.

Even if Summer did not run out to explain the situation, everyone would resume and wonder why this elevator was out of order. 

My eyes darted to the buttons that were above his head.

“Don’t even think of it,” Blaine said, staring at me. “I’m waiting. Where is Oliver?”

“I don’t know where you heard that name, but your son is dead.”

He laughed at that, “You cannot say it, can you?”

“What?”

“Oliver is dead.”

I froze looking at him, then I felt rage leap up within me like a flame. “Why the hell won’t you just leave me alone, your son is dead.”

He was up in a flash, and he gripped my arm, staring into my eyes. “Give it up. You know he is alive. Did Sullivan not tell you I know?”

His voice was menacingly low where he would have been yelling before.

“What?”

“Ah. I see he is lying to you. He could not even deny it that day. I told him already, I am coming for you and my son.”

“What?” I could not help repeating even though my body jolted at that.

“I will not let a man who has no regard for children’s lives raise my son. And my son needs his mother, even though something seems off about you.” He frowned. 

“All your actions so far scream gold digging, but when I stare in your eyes I still see the timid wait staff who was pure and sweet.”

He let go of my arm.

“What do you mean, Blaine?” I asked as I felt every steam go out of me. “Why would you say he has no regard for children’s lives?”

Blain smiled lopsidedly, and punched the button. “He is still your husband.” He said as the elevator started to move up again. “Ask him.”

He bent down to gather his shirt, jacket, and bag. “It was nice spending time with you again.” He looked up at me. “We should do this often.”

And he was gone. 

I stared after him, confused, my head spinning. 

Kan lied to me. I trusted him, and he lied to my face over and over.