Page 21 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

He sighs. “Aren’t you even a bit lonely? I know you spend most of your time working, but what about when you go home?”

“I date often, so there is a woman in my bed most nights, as if it is any of your business,” I say.

Which is a half-truth. My dating life isn’t lacking, but I don’t bring women to my house because I don’t want to give any of them the illusion of permanence.

“Sometimes I think we did something wrong, your mother and I. We might have divorced three years ago, but we had many good years. Years where we did nothing but love you. I would hope you would want to pass that love to your wife and kids.”

I scoff silently.

Good years? Even when I was younger, I could see the cracks in their relationship. I knew they were holding together pieces of a failing marriage. My father did not know how to be a partner or a parent, so my mom found solace elsewhere.

She told me as often as she could, never to fall in love. It would break me, she would say. Like my father failed her. Hearing it all those years scarred me, and I quickly concluded that love wasn’t for me.

I didn’t even try.

But I’m fine how I am.

“Even if you aren’t going to find a partner, at least go on dates. It wouldn’t hurt to have company.”

“No, thank you,” I say, getting up. “If you need someone to talk to, I suggest you go on a date, Dad. Take your own advice.”

Walking out of the restaurant, I run my fingers through my hair. I hate it. I hate when people get under my skin so much that I lose the mask I’ve spent years building. Crafting. Perfecting.

First, my father and now Savannah Richmond.

It’s fairly easy to forget about my dad and pretend like he doesn’t exist. But Savannah seems to have dug deeper than I like, and a part of me enjoys watching it happen.

I have to find a way to avoid her. To keep her out of my head.

Chapter 7

Savannah

My fingers fly across the keyboard, the keys clacking louder than Clarissa’s voice. I didn’t think it would be easy when I told myself I would put Peter, Brandon, and Michael behind me, but I didn’t expect it to be this difficult either.

How hard could it be not to react whenever the colleague with whom you share the same office keeps talking about Michael like she’s secretly dating him?

Mr. Stone, this. Mr. Stone that. Can you believe he donated blah, blah, blah, money to this blah blah blah charity and won this blah blah blah case?

My dream is to one day work with him on a case,was the last thing she said before I decided to drown her out.

After meeting with Brandon and feeling nothing but pity for him, I realized that I was giving Peter and Michael the same energy. The energy that I needed to use to get myself ahead.

So, I decided to forget it. It was hard to keep my cool when we met, but I had promised myself that I would rise above it all and be the bigger person.

The man sure knows how to push my buttons.

“Savannah?” Clarissa calls out.

The only reason I hear her is because my fingers stopped moving across the keyboard when my brain decided to actively engage in work.

“Yeah?” I turn to her.

“Are you coming out with us this evening? After work?”

“Us?”

“Yeah. A bunch of people from the firm are going out for drinks. It’s something that happened spontaneously. Will you come?”

---