Page 55 of Billionaire Bad Boy Daddy

Marisol jerked upward, back straightening, a gleeful smile on her face. “You, Rex –“ She emphasized the “x” at the end of his name. “In for a treat.”

Rex smiled haplessly, not knowing what kind of treat to expect.

With a pat to his cheek, Marisol got to her feet and went into the kitchen off the living room. Isabella could see her mother sorting through the tiny fridge, lighting the fire under her ass even more to get them out of this hovel as soon as she had the money to make a down payment on a house. A nice one.

Rex removed his guitar and leaned it up against the couch before sliding to the ground to join Isabella. His bony knees knocked up against hers. “How am I doing?”

Isabella checked her mother wasn’t looking and, when the coast was clear, gave him a soft kiss. “Fabuloso.”

“Fa-bu-lo…” Rex began to repeat.

Isabella kissed him again and then one more time before she got nervous her catholic mother would take a glance into the room. “God, you make me crazy.”

“I hope that’s a good thing,” he says.

Obviously, it was a good thing, in Isabella’s eyes. It had started with the one-night stand that turned into a two-night, three-night stand. Then the official first date. And the second and third following directly after that. The infatuation had grown… out of control in sensible Isabella’s eyes. However, she wasn’t going to pull away when it felt so good to be adored by Rex.

It wasn’t just that he was a wonderful sweet man. It was everything that he represented. He was so wild to her. Why would he want to spend his time with an overly serious hospital resident?

Every time she questioned it, he just showed up for her with more to give.

“She likes you,” Isabella told him.

Rex let out a sigh of relief, a tiny sound from the back of his throat. “Thank God.”

“I told you she would. She’s a sucker for gorgeous men. She used to watch Troy on repeat just to see Brad Pitt.”

He laughed. And Isabella drank up that laugh like it was water. She needed it to survive.

“And that song… you sounded great,” she said. “Better than. You’re so talented, Rex, so…” Isabella wasn’t used to giving compliments, but Rex drew it out of her.

Usually, he lapped them up with bashful thank yous. This time, he grimaced. “I… thank you.”

Isabella cupped his cheek. “You okay?”

Rex’s head drooped forward. “I’ve got some news.”

Her heart raced. Every risk she’d taken she suddenly regretted. Of course, he was going to tell her something horrible about him he’d been hiding. She made guesses before he could speak. He’s broke and homeless… he has a girlfriend back home… or worse, a wife!... oh God, is he a dad?! “What is it?”

He lifted his green eyes to hers.

If Rex Redford was about to ruin those beautiful eyes for Isabella, making them a harbinger of doom rather than a salvation, she was going to be pissed.

“We got a record deal,” he said quietly.

Isabella shook her head like she was shaking a Magic 8 Ball. Huh?

“A big one. With Interscope.”

“What… what’s that mean?” There had to be a catch if he was so sad about it.

Rex sucked in a breath through his teeth and slumped over so his elbows rested on his knees. “New album. Probably a tour. A big one by the sounds of it. We already have a manager,” he said, then cracked a smile.

“Rex, that’s amazing,” Isabella said. “I mean. Isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it’s… it was everything I wanted.”

Isabella’s eyebrows jumped. “Was?”

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