V 7 The meeting with the school I want the twins to attend did not go well . They don't like that I put the school in Paris in their place for what happened with Aizen . I wasn't just going to let it go . Aizen might be a sweet boy , but I'm not a sweet woman . And he's baby . If I don't stand up for them , who will ? my Getting to know Sullivan and the staff has been amazing . There is no place like home . I missed being around other Americans . These people love what they do and if they have a problem with the way I look or speak , they know to do it behind my back . I don't have to worry about hiding my projects or sketches . Sabbatoge was one of the biggest concerns I had back in Paris along with design napping . " Your two thirty is here , " Cev informs me and hands me my tablet . " What is this about ? " " They didn't say , " he shrugs . " Okay ," I nod . " Okay , " he squeezes my shoulder . It's an odd gesture . Almost like he's nervous . I'm two minutes late . It's not something I like doing , but it took longer to get the twins settled than I expected . We walk into my newly decorated office to see a man and a woman looking at the pictures of the twins and some of the awards and my diplomas . " I am so sorry I am late , " I greet them . The two of them turn around to face me and a scream rips out of my throat . I take my hand back and hug my tablet for dear life . " Miss Altaha ? " Cev glares at me . " Get out , Cev , " I rush out . " Are you okay ? " " Mhm , " I nod . He excuses himself leaving the three of us here . " Mr. Blake , what are your doing here ? " " Mr. Blake ? " he laughs and then glances at the woman next to him who glares back at him . He clears his throat and gets serious . " I think we both know why I'm here , " he glances back at the wall with all the pictures of my kids . I clear my throat keeping my composure . " Phoebe ," " I don't think we do , " I shake my head .. " Mom , can you give us a moment ? " he asks the woman . She looks me over and nods . Mom ? He called his Mom on me ? " I'll be right outside , mijo , " she pats his shoulder and steps out of my office . " What are you doing here ? " I ask again . " You called your Mom ? What are you five ? " " I've been doing some research since we ran into each other at the airport ," fuck my 1/3 life . " And I think you owe me an explanation , Phoebe Altaha , " About what ? I don't owe you anything ," " About our kids , " he tucks his hands into the pockets of his slacks . The ringing in my ears blinds me for a moment and I just stare back at him not knowing what to do . Deny it , Phoebe . Tell him they're not his . " What ? " Lask . " I don't know what you're talking about ," " Don't you ? " He goes over to the wall and takes the picture of the twins from their first day of school off the wall . He holds it up to his face and the similarities are uncanny . I never wanted to think of it . I even stopped listening to his music hoping it would somehow drown out the guilt I feel for lying . I take the frame from him and put it back . " Mr. Blake , I don't know what it is you've convinced yourself of , but I assure you . My children have nothing to do with you ," " " Angel , we do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way , " he shakes his head . You do not want to upset me . I am not going to take your word for it . Tell me the truth , " " I don't know what it is you want me to tell you , I step away from him but he follows . I back away from him until my ass hits my desk . I lean back and away from him as he gets too close . " Are they mine ? " he whispers in my ear . " No , " I shake my head , but I can't bring myself to look at him . He tucks his index finger under my chin and turns my head to look at him . " I don't believe you , Phoebe , " he says softly . " See , I don't believe you've let anyone touch you since then , " he looks down over my body . " I may not know that much about you , sweetheart , but I knew what I had in my hands the moment you let me in . So , I'm going to ask you again and I need you to tell me the truth this time . Are they mine , Angel ? " " No , " I repeat . He sighs and pulls away . I don't hesitate , I move putting the desk between us . He goes over to the door and taps it . The woman comes in dressed elegantly in one of my business casual designs from my newest collection . That's kind of flattering and terrifying because it tells me that they already know exactly who I am . Although , showing up at my new job is also a big red flag . " Hijo ? " she says without taking her eyes off me . " She's all yours , " he says and Jeaves . I let out a heavy sigh of relief . " Buenas tardes ," she greets me . " Hello , " I say skeptically . " My name is Maria Blake . I am Knightly Blake's attorney and mother , " she introduces . herself . I groan and turn away from her . Of course , she's a fucking lawyer . Someone has to clean up after him . " Listen . You look like a good woman . You have so much going on for you , by the pictures and the press coverage , you look like you're an amazing mother yourself . " Knightly has told me what happened between the two of you . Believe it or not , I once stood where you are . My ex - husband , Knight's biological father wasn't a good man . Of course , I didn't know that until it was too late . " He made my life hell and that's the last thing I want for you or your beautiful kids . Because they are beautiful . I know . That little boy looks just like my son , Miss Altaha . He's not here anymore . I'd like us to be honest with one another . Are they or they not my son's kids ? Subscribe