Page 262 of Billionaire Temptations
“Judging by that grin, I’d say she’s pretty special.” He winked.
“She’s a good friend.”
“There you go.” He reached over the counter and handed me the box of chocolates while I handed him my credit card.
“Thanks, Jacob. It was good to see you again.”
“Same here, Jackson. I hope your good friend enjoys.”
“She will.”
When I arrived back at my father’s penthouse, I walked in, only to find Katerina crying on the couch. Shit. I rolled my eyes and sighed.
“Where is he?” I asked as I walked over to her.
“He left. Said he needed to take care of a few things.”
I didn’t know how to console her. Or any woman, to be exact. It was natural for me with Emily, but with Katerina, I didn’t want to make things for her worse.
“Your father is an asshole!” she yelled before blowing her nose.
“Yeah. He is.” I sat down next to her.
“How could he do this to me? Just ask for a divorce out of nowhere?”
“You knew what you were getting yourself into when you married him. You are wife number five.”
“I thought I was different,” she cried.
“And so did wives number two, three, and four. Listen, Katerina, I’m sorry. You’ll come out of this a much stronger person. You’re a beautiful young woman, and any man would be lucky to have you for his wife.”
“You think so?” She sniffled as she looked at me with her tear-filled eyes.
“I know so. You didn’t want to waste the rest of your life with him anyway. He did you a favor.”
“I think he’s seeing someone. When I asked him, he denied it.”
I inhaled a deep breath because I wouldn’t doubt it. It was what he did.
“If he is, then I feel sorry for that poor woman, and you should too.”
“I do, and you know what? She can have him!”
“That’s right. He’s her problem now.” I smiled.
“Thanks, Jackson.” She placed her hand on mine. “You’re a good man. Some woman will be lucky to have someone like you in her life.”
“Thanks, Katerina. I’m going to go. I wasn’t supposed to leave until tomorrow, but I need to get back to New York.”
I hugged her, grabbed my suitcase, and headed out the door. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I dialed my father.
“What’s up, son?”
“I just wanted to let you know that I’m flying back to New York tonight.”
“I thought you weren’t leaving until tomorrow.”
“I have a lot of work to do, Dad.”
