Page 41 of Billion Dollar Revenge

“Hmm, do you need any help?”

“Do you think she’ll listen to you? Owner of The New York Press?” He laughs, but before I can ask what’s funny,he expands. “I think the problem is she doesn’t want to be identified.”

“But you said you have a few pieces of hers?”

He dips his head as he straightens across from me. “Yes. Her lines and paintings are something I’ve never seen before.”

“How do you know they’re by ashe?”

“There's a flower in the corner of the picture where the signature should be. No dude is going to do that.”

I run my hand over my jaw thinking. “Hmm. You never know.”

“Yeah. Either way, I want them at my opening night. I’ve emailed the person every week.”

“What if you keep turning up to the studio?” I offer as I let the bourbon warm me up and calm my Bobby irritation down. Which then easily shifts to thoughts of Chelsea. And how drinking reminds me of what her lips looked like sipping on her glass while drinking my favorite drink.

I must have zoned out because I have to get Oliver to repeat what he said.

“Will I see you at Gram’s for dinner tonight?” he replies with a curious look.

I straighten in my chair, refocusing on him. “Yes, and are you coming to poker on Thursday at Jeremy’s?”

He drains his glass. “Yeah, but I’ve practically seen you every day.”

My lips roll together as I return my gaze to my computer screen. “Yeah, it’s way too fucking much.” Jutting my chin toward my office door, I tell him, “Get out of here and get your mugshot taken.”

He flashes me a cocky wink. “Sounds like you're bitter, brother.”

I sigh, eyeing him over my screen as I answer. “Wouldn’t you be bitter if you were almost fucking forty?”With nothing but a job to make you happy?I want to add.

He purses his lips in an expression of discomfort. “Now that you say it, that sounds depressing.”

I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest, holding his gaze. “Right? You’re a baby at thirty-five.”

His lips twitch as he runs his hand through his hair. “Fuck, it doesn’t feel like it.”

“Being a CEO is never easy, but it’s worth it. I promise,” I announce as he stands and offers me his hand. I shake it, and he leaves.

I walk over to the window, taking in the city views. Yeah, this is definitely worth it. I have a wonderful family, great friends, and a fulfilling job. Then why am I not happy?

Chapter 14

Chelsea

“Do you think thisis the one?” I ask Summer, who is lounging on my bed with her head propped up on her hand.

I stare at her through the full-length mirror, running my hands along the black silk that envelops my body like a second skin. The dress hugs every curve perfectly, the fabric cool and smooth against my flushed complexion.

“Yes, it’ll have Evan drooling, for sure,” she assures, her eyes sparkling with approval.

“Do you think the neckline is too low?” I question further as my fingers trace the edge of the delicate straps.

“No way. It would be too simple without the diamond strap neckline,” she responds confidently. “The diamonds sparkle when they catch the light. It’s perfect.”

It’s brand new; I bought it with Nova and Summer. I trust them, but I’m second-guessing my choice. This event and dress are so out of my comfort zone. I’m used to casual events, not black tie.

“I don’t have anything else to wear anyway, and I don’t have time to go and get something. I still need to finish my makeup.”

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