With no way to pay, I walked out of the hotel.
The streets were packed with people, but there wasn't a single place in the world for me.
I dragged my suitcase to the park.
"Hey, Godfrey. Ms. Pruitt sent me to bring you home."
I'd barely sat down when Tristan pulled up to the park entrance in the brand-new Rolls-Royce coupe Marina had just bought. He strolled in with his hands in his pockets.
I gave him one cold look and said nothing.
Tristan glanced around, confirmed no one else was nearby, and grinned.
"You know why she got pregnant?"
"That day, she and I went to meet a client. In the car, I tried to kiss her."
"She was going to let me, too."
"But then you called."
"She picked up, started talking to you, and pushed me away."
"That pissed me off. So that night, I had some coworkers get her drunk on purpose. Then I took her to a hotel, same as I always did."
"In bed, I held her. She thought I was you. Kept calling your name."
"I played along. I whispered, 'Let me take care of you tonight.'"
"I undressed her while she was still calling for you. And then I had my way with her."
Tristan doubled over laughing.
"Here's the best part. The whole time she was enjoying it, she kept moaning your name."