Page 2 of Dirty Billionaire

Fuck, it’s hard.

I celebrate with them. I tell them how proud I am. Then I climb into bed and the tears stream down my face.

Tina should still be here with me. With all of us. Beside me, grinning stupidly at each other at how proud we are for creating such wonderful little people.

Our offspring.

God, she would’ve loved to see Levi’s face when his name was called out in the NFL draft. Tina was the one who told me to let him play with that ball when I thought he should focus more on math.

“Not all our kids are going to end up in the boardroom with you, darling.”

She was right.

While Levi’s team didn’t win the Super Bowl this year, I have no doubt in the years to come they will.

Montgomery’s always win after all.

The question is, who the hell am I now?

A father and grandfather, yes. A businessman with the majority shareholding in my company, who still attends every board meeting and is closely watching the CEO I put in place while Knox matures enough to take over.

He’s still a little mad with me for not automatically giving him the position, but he wasn’t ready. Also, I may have projected a little. I felt his focus should be on Payton and their little bundle of joy. I want to tell them to enjoy every second with theirpartners and forget their careers, but that’s not how I raised them.

I can’t put my shit on them. They lost their mom too. I am not the only one grieving her.

In fact, I think they’re faring better than me.

It’s been over two years now and people have starting asking me about dating.

Daring fuckers.

I clench my teeth and tap the indicator with my finger, turning the Bentley onto my road. The gate technology recognizes me and is open by the time I reach my mansion.

Dating.

Pfft.

Fuck that. I’m forty-nine and in great shape, so my doctor tells me. It’s obvious. I have a strong muscular body, all my hair and teeth, and go to the gym almost every day.

One of my daughters-in-law told me my salt-and-pepper hair and short beard is sexy. To which my children repliedgross.

Dating is just a topic I’m not happy discussing.

That doesn’t mean I’m not attracted to women. I am. Very. I was when I was married to Tina despite being unconditionally loyal to her.

My focus is on the kids.

Having someone else in our lives feels...wrong.

Not having Tina in our lives feels fucking wrong. When consciousness hits me in the morning, I no longer roll over and pull her against my chest, waiting for her sleepy groan, which always made me smile. I no longer slide her annoying silk sleep pants aside and slip my thick cock inside her.

And I no longer get to wait for her face to lift and lips to meet mine as I watch her come.

I can’t remember how many times we worried we might get a later in life surprise, but Levi was our last child.

I would’ve been happy.

I love my children more than life.

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