Page 60 of My Possessive Billionaire: Our Fake Marriage

“Yeah, she did. She went to that doctor you recommended and everything turned out great.”

“Actually, Jenna is the one who found that surgeon and got the information, so you should probably thank her. All I did was pass the information along. I’m glad your mom is doing good, though.”

“Yeah, she’s getting around a lot better now. I sure hope I don’t develop that problem later in life. It’s genetic, you know.”

“Yes, I know.”

“My uncle had hammertoes, and it kept him out of the war.”

I chuckled, because it was hardly the first time that he had told me that particular story. I wasn’t about to burst his bubble, though.

The driver took me back into the city. I stared at the bright glowing lights and thought how lovely they looked. Not half as lovely as the woman I was on my way to meet, however.

Jimmy pulled up in front of the Primrose Plaza. It was one of several such structures I owned just on that block, but there was something special about the Primrose. Mainly, it had a great restaurant on the top floor with the most spectacular views of the city.

I got a text on my phone. I picked it up and looked at the screen, seeing that Jenna had sent me a message.

Everything has been arranged. Good luck!

I smiled and tucked my phone away.

“I’ll see you later, Jimmy.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Jones… I mean, Evan.”

I exited the limo and walked up the shallow steps to the building entrance. The doorman hastened to open it up for me, tipping his red velvet hat as I passed by.

“Hello Mr. Jones. Beautiful night, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is, Dick. Yes, it is. How’s the gout doing?”

“A lot better since I gave up drinking beer. Now I only drinkwhisky.”

“Well, whisky doesn’t have yeast so it shouldn’t aggravate your condition. Just take care of yourself. You’re the best doorman in this city.”

“Aw, shucks, boss. You’re only saying that because it’s true.”

We shared a laugh, and I went inside the building.

As I rode the elevator to the restaurant I thought about all the new things Amanda brought into my life. Take this doorman for example—six months ago, I didn’t even know his name. We certainly never spoke other than at the most basic of levels as he opened the door for me or greeted me or whatever.

When I arrived, the host hastened to welcome me. I smiled at him and made sure to put him at ease.

“Is everything ready?” I asked.

“Yes, sir. Everything is ready.”

“Excellent. I have the utmost confidence in you and your team to make this the most memorable night of our lives. No pressure.”

He smiled cordially and then moved to the side. He had no need to show me to my table. I already knew the way.

Amanda sat at a table all by her lonesome. The breeze stirred her hair as she gazed wistfully out of the window at a beautiful panoramic view of the nighttime cityscape. I thought that she was surely the most desirable woman in the world.

I approached her, and she frowned up at me.

“Well, it’s about time someone else showed up. I was starting to wonder what the hell was going on.”

I smiled and stood beside her chair, resting my hand on the back.

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