Page 86 of Accidentally Yours

“Who? Who said that?”

“One of our investors the other day, and now Uncle Kroy. You want to know the worst part? He called me out in front of the entire board. It took everything I had in me not to punch him.”

“That would have been hot.” She grinned. “Here, burp your daughter.” She handed Daisy to me.

I hiked her over my shoulder and patted her back. “I think I’m done, Willa. Done with him—with all of it.”

“Damien, are you sure?” Her brows furrowed. “Listen, you’re upset right now. You can’t make rash decisions when you’re upset.”

“I’ve never been so sure of anything. I’d rather build something that matters than inherit something that’s been poisoned by my Uncle Kroy. He’s been trying to push me out since my father passed away, and I’ve had enough.”

“Good.” She raised her hand and placed it on my cheek. “Daisy and I voted, and we like this version of you better.” A smile crossed her beautiful lips.

“What if I walked away from everything?”

“Then we’ll build something better. Together.” She smiled.

I inhaled a breath. And for the first time in months, I could finally breathe where work was concerned. After planting tiny kisses all over Daisy’s face, I set her in her walker and went into the kitchen to pour Willa and me a glass of wine.

Walking back into the living room, I handed her a glass.

“Are you bipolar and never told me?” she asked.

“No.” I chuckled. Why would you ask that?”

“Because you’re smiling like you hid a puppy or bought a yacht. Just a few minutes ago, you were raging mad.”

“I want to expand Curated Chaos,” I said, tipping the glass to my lips.

“Excuse me? Expand it? Like buy the building next door and knock down some walls?”

“No. Worldwide. Other countries. New storefronts, a distribution network, partnerships, and more of a full-scale product line. Your brand is brilliant, Willa. Not only is it messy, but it’s raw and honest. It’s the real deal. You’re helping women all over with your magic.”

“Are you trying to seduce me with a business proposal?” She smirked.

“Yes, and I can tell it’s working. I see the sparkle in your eye.” I smiled.

“I love the idea, but who will run the day-to-day? You can’t just build an empire based on glitter and impulse—can you?”

“You did.” I grinned. “I’ll run it.”

She spat her wine back into the glass. “You?” Her eyes widened.

“Yep.” I nodded. “I know how to run a company, Willa.”

“But you just learned what a loofah was,” she said.

“I know what your loofah is.” I sighed. “I’ve already created a plan for international shipping. I bought the domain name CuratedChaosGlobal.com.”

“Oh. I like that. Instead of CEO, you’ll be a CCO.”

“What’s a CCO?” I frowned.

“Chief Chaos Officer.” She grinned. “But in all seriousness, Damien. Can we afford for you to walk away from Blackwood Holdings?”

“Babe, we’re set for life. I don’t even have to work another day if I don’t want to. But I do. I want to expand Curated Chaos and take it global with headquarters here in Manhattan.”

She set her glass on the table and climbed onto my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck.

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