Page 304 of Billionaire Temptations

“Anna Renae Young!” he shouted as he answered. “What the hell is going on?”

“Dad, I’m sorry, and in case you’re wondering, I’m fine.”

“Well, I’m glad someone is. Do you realize what you’ve done?”

“Yes, I am fully aware of what I’ve done. I put my happiness before anyone else’s.”

“Even at twenty-seven years old, you manage to make my blood pressure rise. Aren’t you even going to ask how Matthew is doing?”

“I was just getting to that. How is he?”

“He’s pissed, humiliated, and hurt! That’s how he is, and he doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“Okay. Then he doesn’t have to talk to me. I didn’t love him, Dad. I’m sorry to disappoint you, but it’s my life. He didn’t make me happy.”

“No one will ever make you happy, Anna.”

“Did you really want me to marry a man I wasn’t in love with?” I asked in a stern voice.

“Matthew is a good man with a promising future, and you treat him like he’s scum on the bottom of your shoe. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“The only thing I’m ashamed of is almost settling because I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“Well, you disappointed me again, Anna, and I’m afraid I can’t have unreliable people working at my company. You won't have a job whenever you decide to come back.”

I swallowed hard, even though I was prepared for this.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, Dad. But look on the bright side. You lost a daughter and gained a son. I hope you and Matthew are happy together.”

I pushed the end button on my phone and gently set it down.

“Anna,” Wes softly spoke as he reached over and placed his hand on my back.

“Hey, it’s all good. I was prepared for this.” I took in a deep breath as I fought to hold back the tears.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke.

I took in another deep breath and then let a smile cross my face as I leaned over and brought my face to his.

“I’m up for another round if you are.”

“Definitely.” His lips met mine as his arms wrapped around me.

I awoketo someone knocking on the door. When I opened my eyes, I saw Wes wasn’t next to me. Slipping on the hotel robe, I walked out into the living area, where breakfast had been delivered and set up.

“Good morning.” Wes smiled. “I hope you’re hungry.”

“Good morning. I’m starving. What did you do, order the entire breakfast menu?” I asked as I stared at all the silver platters with lids over them.

“I didn’t know what you liked. So I got us scrambled eggs, pancakes, French toast, eggs benedict, bagels, yogurt, fresh fruit, croissants, and coffee and tea,” he said as he lifted each lid.

“Well, to be brutally honest, I like all of it. Let’s dig in.” I grinned as I sat down.

He took the seat to my left, and we shared a scrumptious breakfast.

“How long are you staying in Paris?” he asked.

“I’ll be here about a week.” I smiled as I bit into my bagel.

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