Page 31 of Dirty Billionaire

And I miss her like fucking crazy.

She’s wearing an apple green pant suit which looks stunning with her long straight dark hair and same-colored eyes.

I’m almost breathless watching her.

It’s been two-and-a-half weeks since she walked away from me and my children found out I was dating.

Which is a lie.

We never dated.

But I wasn’t going to say I fucked her twice. She told me she could love me, then I never called her again.

That doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about her every damn day. Because I have. I crave her being in my arms again, and the thought of her out with other men makes me restless.

And a little unhinged.

She belongs to me.

I curse, remembering the moment I said my wedding vows to Tina, and try to work out how another woman could so quickly mean something to me.

Because she does.

“The work you’re doing to help improve the lives of farm animals is highly commendable. Tell us how it works.”

“Well, we’re asking consumers to vote with their wallets at the checkout. When you see products with the little blue heart logo”—an image appears on the screen behind her—“you know our auditors have been on their farms.”

“How does this help the animals?” Kelly asks.

“Farmers must meet our standards. If they don’t, they can’t use the logo. A logo which consumers know to mean the animals were living their best lives. The more consumers that choose blue heart products, the more farmers will be encouraged to join.”

“And more happy animals.” Kelly nods, smiling.

“Exactly.”

“But you pay a little more.”

“You pay the true price of farming. Animal cruelty occurs from cutting corners. It’s as simple as that. But consumers are driving this, so they get to choose.”

“I know what I’m choosing.” Kelly nods emphatically.

“Me too.”

Penelope’s pride hits me straight in the chest. Suddenly, I want to be in that studio with her, waiting to pull her into my arms and congratulate her on getting in front of the nation this morning.

It’s not easy.

And not with a highly sensitive topic like animal welfare.

My finger itches to reach for my phone.

“Is that her?” A voice asks behind me.

I turn to face Knox.

He’s the marketing director at Montgomery Enterprises and when I’m in the office, which is at least once a week, we always meet.

“Yes.” When I glance back, she’s gone, and an advertisement is on the screen. I reach for the remote and turn it off.

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