Page 92 of Billion Dollar Dispute

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“He’s sick, and I’m not asking for money.”

“It’s only an hour. One department store…”

She narrows her eyes at me.

“I’m not taking it back,” I say firmly, my gaze steady. “So buy yourself a new wardrobe and get Chad anything he needs for school and home.”

“This feels wrong.”

She’s really upset.

“Please do this for me. It will make me feel better knowing I’m looking after you.”

“I don’t need rescuing.”

“I never said that’s what I’m doing, did I?

“Not in words, but in actions.”

I sigh, unable to get her to see I want to help.

“When’s the last time you bought something for yourself?”

She stares blankly at me. The wheels are turning in her head, she’s trying so hard. “Before he went away.” She exhales heavily.

Byhimshe means her ex. The one who should’ve protected her, spoiled her, and cared for her.

I grab her hand in mine and dust my thumb over her knuckles. “I know this isn't something you're used to, because you're strong and can stand on your own, but I want to show you what being taken care of is like.”

She stares at me momentarily before nodding.

I kiss her forehead. “I’ll have my driver pick you up.”

She waves her hand. “No. I’ll do it, but no driver.”

I swallow a smile, but I ask, “Why?”

“I don’t want Chad thinking your life is normal.”

I let out a shaky laugh, ignoring the slight twinge in my chest. Who would’ve thought a woman wouldn’t want to be floodedwith gifts. This is a sign that she isn’t like anyone I’ve been interested in.

But she doesn't elaborate, and I hate how much she dislikes my money.

“Thanks for dinner,” I say, leaning in to kiss her cheek, when she suddenly moves so our lips collide.

I’m slightly in shock, but her hands grab my waist, pulling me closer, so our bodies are flush. Her silent ask for more makes me lose control. I grab her head with my hands and kiss her ferociously. My tongue skims her lips, begging to enter, and she parts them eagerly. I tilt my head to change the angle so I can kiss her deeper, and before I let my hands roam all over her body, I step back, reminding myself where I am.

“Goodnight, buttercup.”

Chapter 23

Jemima

This morning, I toldChad we were going shopping for toys and clothes, and his face lit up with excitement. I can’t help but remain hesitant in this situation. I get Harvey is just trying to help, and I appreciate it. With little things, sure… but a fucking credit card and a spending spree is a bit much though.

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