Chapter 685 - Staking Her Claim (2/2)

Time had certainly made him so much more handsome, and she even gulped thinking of how his body must be like. She remembered how it had been when he was so young and from the looks of it, he had kept his physique.

The matured Kyle was far more dangerous than the teen Kyle.

She had been keeping abreast of the news on Kyle and there had never been any woman linked to him.

However, if that was so … why was there that suspicious red mark on his neck?

She couldn't quite see what it was but it couldn't be a love bite now, could it? It was so big. And didn't look like a normal bruise …

Suddenly, his impatient voice cut into her daydream, ”How did you get the DNA test done?”

”What do you mean, how?” Samantha asked, her face looking puzzled.

Kyle felt like a headache was coming on. Did she truly not understand the question, or was she playing dumb?

Suddenly, the line he gave his father about the sperm fertilizing the egg hit him. Karma was such a b*tch, really.

Kyle knew the DNA test result was fake, since it was impossible for her to get pregnant with his child. Even if she had been insane enough to steal the condoms that had his sperm, the condoms had spermicide. Usually, it is on the outside of the condom but Kyle had chosen the ones that had spermicide on the inside.

He even got some spermicide lubricant for added measure. The last thing he wanted was for any accidents to happen.

Sperm typically would die once it is dry, and if ejaculated inside, would survive for five days since it was moist and warm. The condom may not be moist and warm, but it certainly wouldn't have dried out the sperm quick enough. So he had the spermicide for extra insurance.

He had done his homework before the mission and knew that Samantha was a variable that was difficult to plan for.

It looked like, despite all his planning, she still managed to procure a son from him?

Just who was the kid, really?

”Did you get the test done yourself, or did someone do it for you?” Kyle pressed on.

”Of course, my uncle did it for me,” Samantha told him, ”He didn't really let me leave the house much.”

Some pieces were starting to fall into place, but Kyle still had to make sure.

”Just what do you want, Samantha?” Kyle asked in exasperation.

”Well,” she began then got up and walked over to him, leaning forward, ”I want you.”

Kyle leaned back away from her and was about to scoot away when a voice was heard from the door.

”Well, tough. You can't have him, because he is mine.”