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“Okay.” He swallowed dryly and sat down on the bed completely ungracefully. “Are we going to see each other again?”
“No, I didn't.” I indicated the money so that she would stop asking inconvenient questions and leave.
In recent years, my physical needs were satisfied by paid women. I didn't have a steady affair with any of them. A stranger and a quick fuck were all I needed. After losing Daphne, I didn't want anyone else in my life. All that pain, anguish, and emptiness that had taken over my heart were feelings I wouldn't deal with again.
I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower, getting rid of the smell of sex and sweat. After putting on my suit, Ireturned to the bedroom, and the prostitute was no longer there—better that way.
I fixed my cufflinks and tie in front of the mirror before going down to the hotel lobby, where I had booked a room for that quick meeting.
The valet was already waiting for me and handed me my car key.
I left, driving to the nursery school where my daughters were studying.
I had to stop a little way off because there were many other parents' cars in the driveway. It wasn't often that I went there. Usually, Mylon did it for me, and all I had to do was attend the parents' meetings.
I went to the entrance and realized that other people were watching me. I didn't care; I would just take the twins and go home.
As soon as I arrived at the entrance, I saw several children passing by and meeting parents and guardians who were waiting for them.
I counted several, but none of them were mine.
I moved closer to the entrance and caught the eye of the woman responsible for delivering the children.
“Where are Mary and Anne Lennox?”
“The twins?”
“That's right.”
“With Professor Helena.”
“Can you get them for me?”
“You are...” He squinted, taking a closer look at me.
“Their father?”
“Of course! Mr. Thomas Lennox.”
“It's usually my driver who comes to pick them up, but he's on vacation; it was necessary for me to come.”
“I understand.”
“Then get them for me.”
“The teacher should have brought them by now. Something must have happened.”
“Can you check?”
“Yes, sir.”
I crossed my arms and stood in the doorway, waiting while the woman closed the gate and went into the school to look for my daughters. It took a few minutes for her to return.
“Mary seems to be feeling unwell; the teacher is with them.”
“Feeling sick?!” I went into a state of alert, thinking about what could have happened to my daughter. “And you didn’t tell me or say anything?”
“It seems to have just started.”