Page 248 of Billionaire Temptations

“Plan to spend the night. We’ll do something on Sunday.”

“Do you get to choose, or do I?” I slyly smiled.

“Did you have something in mind?”

“Not really. Do you?”

“Not really.” He chuckled. “We’ll just see what the day brings,” he spoke as he leaned in and kissed my forehead.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Jackson

I finished signing off on some paperwork when my phone rang, and Leon was calling.

“Hello, Leon. I hope you have good news for me?”

“I do, Jackson. Can you come to my office around two o’clock? And by the way, I would prefer two million cash.”

“Come on, Leon. It’s going to take some time to get that much in cash.” I sighed.

“It’s only nine o’clock, Jackson. You can get it within the next five hours. Just work your magic with the bank like your father always did.”

I leaned back in my chair. I was now aggravated.

“Fine. I’ll see you at two o’clock.”

I ended the call and immediately dialed Walter Simmons, the bank manager with whom my father and I had a good relationship over the past several years.

“Walter Simmons,” he answered.

“Walter, it’s Jackson Caine.”

“Hey there, Jackson. What can I do for you?”

“I need to withdraw two million dollars, and I need it in cash by two o’clock.”

“You know we need at least twenty-four-hour notice for that.”

“I know, but it’s something that just came up. It’s a deal I’m working on, and cash is the only option.”

“Be here at one fifteen, and I’ll make sure it’s ready.”

“Thanks, Walter.”

“No problem, Jackson.”

Was all of this worth it? If it was anyone else, absolutely not. I was only doing this so she could expand. She had a plan, and I trusted her. The worst thing she could do was let me down. After grabbing lunch, I went to the bank, collected my money, and headed to Leon’s office.

“Have a seat, Jackson.” He waved his hand to the chair across from his desk. “Emily called me today and inquired about the space next door to her shop. I told her that the two buildings were sold, and she’d have to talk to the new owner.”

“Did you tell her I was the one who bought them?” I asked.

“No. I saved that part for you. I just said that they’d be in contact soon.” He smirked. “I need your signature here and on the next three pages.”

“Is there a reason for this private transaction?” I arched my brow at him.

“Nah. Sometimes private business is best.”

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