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��Who do you have in mind?�� Simone tried not to sound so equivocal. ��Eric Williams��that bastard has always had it in for my wife! If I find out that bastard is the father of Joseph . . .�� Simone stopped him right there. ��Miguel, let��s be rational here. We don��t know anything, yet.�� She reminded him. ��You��re right, but don��t you have his DNA on record?�� Miguel quizzed. ��Yeah. I believe so.�� She answered. ��Then what are we waiting for?�� Miguel lifted a brow. ��Let��s get going.�� He concluded. Simone tried to smile. ��We can look for the results on my computer.�� She told him. ��How long will it take?��

She faced Miguel. ��Not long.�� She beamed. Miguel is hoping this will be the solution to his problem.

For hours, they have been waiting on the results. They heard the computer blinking when they walked back in. ��Is it ready?�� He asked.

��We��re about to find out.�� Simone smiled. ��Okay, here goes nothing.�� She muttered. She scrolled down to the last page on the screen. She turned to Miguel and locked her eyes with his. ��Miguel, Eric is the father of Charity��s baby.�� She replied sadly. ��I��m so sorry.�� She stood up and examined his face. She could tell he was pissed and his world had came to an end.

��Damn it, Simone! It��s not fair!�� He shouted and she pulled him into her arms and held him tight. ��Is there anything I can do?�� She asked.

��No, thanks for all of your help.��

��Call me, whenever you need me? OK?��

He nodded and was about to leave but Simone had stopped him. ��Miguel, want me to take you back to your place. I��ll be glad to drive you back. It��s late and I don��t want you to get into an accident.�� She smiled. ��Thanks, Simone. What about your car��how will you get home?�� Miguel blinked at her. ��I can asked my sister to give me a lift back here. Don��t worry about me.�� She assured him. They walked out to his car and he handed her the keys. She got in the driver��s seat as he was sitting on the passenger��s side. ��Thanks, Simone. Once again.�� He said to her after they had drove up in his garage. ��You didn��t have to do it��want to come in?�� He questioned.

She waved her hand. ��I think you want to be alone.�� She gave a wry grin. ��No need, this is the least I can do, for you being so loyal to me.�� Loyal, Simone hate it when he used that word. Loyal is far from what she did. She knew Eric was the father of Joseph before Miguel asked her to run a test. But she wasn��t to blame, she didn��t sent off that letter to Miguel. It was Kay who did it: not her.

��I don��t want you to wait outside for your sister to come��it��s late��and it��s dangerous. Please, don��t turn down my offer.�� He begged her. ��Just stay for the night if you want.�� He suggested. Simone vacillated for a moment. ��It wouldn��t be any harm��I guess��oh what the heck! I��ll stay for tonight. Do you want Kay to come over?�� She asked. ��No, I don��t want to see her right now. I��ll talk to her in the morning.�� He said.

��Okay.��

He stared at Simone. ��Is something wrong?��

��No. Just tired.�� She curved her lips somewhat.

He closed the door and took off his shoes. ��Make yourself comfortable. Want some Bourbon?�� He poured out. ��Why not? We both had a long night and I could use a drink.�� She giggled. He handed her a full glass to her. ��What are we going to make a toast to?�� She wondered. ��About how life sucks!�� He laughed. ��We haven��t talked in a long time anyway. So, what��s going on with you?�� He sat beside her. She noticed the bottle is beside him and she could tell he doesn��t want to think about what happened today. ��Nothing much. Just been busy with being a doctor. I rarely have time to get social with any guy . . .�� She murmured. ��What? You don��t have time for dates? Simone, get out of here��you��re pretty��I don��t understand why you would close yourself off like that.�� He shrugged. ��Well . . . Miguel. I don��t have the
time.�� She laughed.

One ��o clock in the morning, Miguel had drunk four glasses of bourbon and Simone only had two glasses. ��Miguel, what am I going to sleep in and which room will I be sleeping in tonight?��

He stared at her easily. ��Come with me.�� He outstretched his hand to hers and they ascended the stairs and entered his room. ��You can wear one of Charity��s gowns. Help yourself.�� He sat on the bed and unbuttoned his shirt. ��Nah, I don��t want to wear her things. They��re too revealing.�� She tittered nervously. He roared with laughter. ��Yea, my wife is something, isn��t she? Here, wear this.�� He gravely replied, handing her a shirt from his closet.

��Miguel, don��t worry; it��ll get better; I promise.�� Simone told him. The thought had crossed her mind over and over again for going along with Kay��s scheme in the first place; but this time, she had to run the DNA test for him��she despises to keep things from him. Kay, I sure hope you know what you��re doing . . . She frowned in concentration. ��Simone? Are you all right?��

��What?�� She jumped out of her skin.

��Simone, I��ve called you like ten times. What��s going on with you?�� Miguel looked concerned.

��Nothing, I guess I was so deep in thought of dealing with one of my patients tomorrow. I��m sorry, Miguel. I must go change. See you in the morning.�� Simone dismissed herself and before she went to the guest room. She stared at Miguel one last time and she turned away. Miguel closed his bedroom door.

Simone changed out of her clothes and slipped into the cozy bed. Before she turned out the lights; she heard a sound. She opened the door. ��Miguel? What��s up?�� Simone tried not to sound so jumpy. ��Simone, are you sure you��re all right? Lately, you��ve been acting strange.�� He looked at her oddly. ��Sorry, Miguel. I got a lot on my mind.�� She soughed.

��Don��t apologize. Thank you for all of your help. I don��t know what I would do if you weren��t honest with me.�� He pressed her body close to his and didn��t let her go. Simone is hating herself for what she is doing to Miguel; something tells her to stay out of it and let Kay deal with this. ��Miguel, when are you going to see Charity?�� She released herself from his arms.

��I don��t know. I haven��t even thought about it.�� He shrugged.

��You don��t know where things stand between you and Charity, huh?�� Simone replied sympathetically.

��You��re right, I don��t know where things stand between me and Charity��and I sure in the hell don��t know what the status is between me and Kay.�� He heaved out a long sigh. ��You and Kay?�� Simone asked out of the blue. ��Yeah . . .�� He blinked at her while sitting on the bed. ��Kay and I had an affair.�� He confessed. Simone stood there in shock; she couldn��t believe what she was hearing. ��You��re kidding me��when did this happen and how?�� She paused and pondered on it. ��I mean I know how it happened but you get what I��m saying . . .��

��Simone, I can��t face Kay or Charity because once Kay learns that Eric hasn��t been honest with her��she��ll go ballistic.�� He told her. Simone contemplated for a minute. Kay won��t be feeling ambushed because she already knew about the babies�� paternity. She exchanged a short smile with him. ��Miguel, Kay is strong, you know that. Give her a little more credit.�� Simone explained. ��Yea, I guess. I��m thinking about hooking up with Kay again, but if she does anything to betray me; she can forget it about me and her having a future together.�� He remarked blatantly.

Simone placed a hand on his shoulder. ��Is there anything I can do?�� Her eyes showed him a hint of sympathy. ��God, I��m just so angry!�� He barked. ��How could she do this to me?!�� Simone jerked slightly. ��Well, Miguel. What if Charity doesn��t know. It��s a possibility.�� Simone suggested. ��I don��t wanna talk about it anymore.�� He got up and walked up to her. ��Goodnight.�� He said. He was about to kiss Simone on the cheek, by the time she had turned to him. They both kissed each other on the lips. A deep passionate kiss, slowly building into a sensual tension. Simone wrapped her arms around his neck and continued kissing him. Miguel��s tongue reached in her mouth and their tongues touched each other
fervently.

Simone felt Miguel��s hand running slowly against her thigh and she twitched. ��What��s wrong?�� Miguel eyes her tenderly. ��Nothing, I don��t think we should do this.�� She said.

Smelling the alcohol on his breath she moved back. ��Simone, I��m sorry. I didn��t know what came over me. I��m feeling so vulnerable right now and I don��t want to be alone.�� He pulled her back into his arms and said, ��Please, don��t back away from this. I need you to comfort me.�� He whispered in her ear. Simone quivered and felt her knees trembling on her. ��Miguel��I��I don��t know . . . this is so wrong.�� She moaned when she felt his hand unbuttoning the shirt he gave her. His lips reached for her neck and she couldn��t hold back. She ran her fingers through his hair and held onto him tightly.