Chapter 17

DREW

Lucas Mancini was pretty good at humiliating people and I’d become his latest victim.

Nico had escorted me to his penthouse and now, I was uncomfortably ensconced in a designated guest room just across from the master bedroom. The deco was a soft grey and white with glass walls overlooking the city.

“I just need a urine sample, Miss Ellington,” the female obstetrician said, handing me a small plastic container. Her blonde hair was invariably tied back in the tight bun and her German accent pronounced. “I’m also going to need a blood sample to take to the labs for testing.”

I turned on the grey Chesterfield sofa and studied her stoic profile anxiously. “Testing for what?”

“Sexually transmitted diseases,” she answered without flinching, pinching her lips in disgust. “Did Mr Mancini not tell you this before you came?”