Page 29 of A Billionaire Dom

Davin

Tryingto go about my business as usual hadn’t worked this past week, and having sex with Linsey a second time hadn’t gotten her out of my system. Not that I’d thought it would.

It wasn’t like I’d been trying to get rid of her. I just hadn’t expected her to stick with me even harder after the second time. I didn’t understand it, and I’d been up most of the night because my brain just wouldn’t turn off.

I needed to talk to someone because, if it kept on like this, I’d never get any work done. I’d also probably never get laid again since no other woman had appealed to me since I’d first had sex with Linsey.

Unfortunately, I didn’t have a lot of people I could talk to about something like this. Deklin was my brother, and I loved him, but I wasn’t so sure I trusted his judgment when it came to this sort of thing. Sofi was great, but Deklin had been engaged twice in just a couple months.

Then there was Damon. He’d gone through something similar with Jae, where they’d intended things to be casual, but it had definitelynotstayed that way. He’d gone through a hell of a lot more than that over the last several weeks, though, and that made me reluctant to lean on him about this.

As much as I liked Mattias, we definitely weren’t close enough for this type of conversation.

Dad was the last person I’d talk to about sex or relationships.

Which meant Grandad was my best option. Going to my grandfather rather than my father wasn’t anything new, unfortunately. My dad wasn’t a bad guy, but there were times I wondered at the way he saw the world.

Like when he’d manipulated Deklin into dating and then getting engaged to Aurelia Kane. Dad hadn’t done it maliciously, but in his mind, what he saw as being for the best was the only path to take. Grandad was generally more open to how others thought.

Most Sunday afternoons, Grandad and Cynthia had brunch at home and planned their week, read the paper, that sort of thing. It was their slow day.

Even though he was technically supposed to be retired, Grandad didn’t have much leisure time. By choice, not necessity. I hoped that with Deklin more involved in the family business, Grandad would cut down his work to something that more closely resembled the retirement he was supposed to be enjoying.

I didn’t call ahead, relying instead on Grandad’s standing invitation to all of us to visit any time we liked Sunday afternoons. The fact that I was being fairly impulsive was an indication of how much Linsey had gotten under my skin, and I had no doubt that Grandad would see it too. I wasn’t sure how I felt about either of those things.

When I pulled up to the house, Grandad was already out front. For a moment, I wondered if he’d somehow figured out I was coming, but then I saw that he wasn’t alone. The person standing next to him wasn’t Cynthia or a family member either.

Mid-twenties. Light brown hair. Light eyes that were probably blue. Not quite as tall as me, but not short either. His jeans and short-sleeved shirt were too nice for him to have been doing manual work, but not nice enough if he’d come here to interview. Besides, as far as I knew, Grandad didn’t have any vacancies that needed to be filled.

He managed his home affairs, but last year, he’d made me the executor of his will and had since kept me up to date with employees and the like. I hadn’t been surprised that he hadn’t wanted Dad in charge of those sorts of things, but it had surprised me that he’d changed it from Cynthia to me.

Then he’d told me it’d actually been her idea to switch responsibilities. She’d never cared what people outside the family thought about her and Grandad’s marriage, but all of us knew that Dad still suspected that she was after Grandad’s money. What I hadn’t known was that Dad had made a comment to her two years ago that he would do everything in his power to ensure that she had no say whatsoever in what happened after Grandad died.

One of these days, Dad was going to realize that going after Cynthia was isolating him not only from his father but his sons too. At least, I hoped he’d figure it out. I didn’t like the thought of how alone he’d be if he didn’t get ahold of his paranoia and pig-headedness.

I pushed aside thoughts of what might be and got out of the car. I had more immediate concerns in mind.

“Davin.” Grandad looked strangely flustered. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I can leave if you’re in the middle of something,” I offered.

He shook his head. “No, no. It’s fine.” He gestured to the young man standing quietly next to him. “Davin, this is JP. JP, my oldest grandson, Davin.”

“Nice to meet you.” I put out a hand and received a firm but unaggressive handshake. “Here on business?”

JP glanced at Grandad, clearly waiting for him to take control of the answer to my question. I did the same, curious about whatever was going on between the two of them.

“JP’s the son of an old friend.” Grandad gave JP a tight smile. “And he was just leaving.”

“I was,” JP said, his hands moving to his pockets. “I mean, I am.”

The three of us had another awkward moment before JP turned and walked away. His car was a rental, I realized as I watched him get in, which most likely meant he wasn’t from around here. If he’d come to the office, I might’ve thought he was moving here and wanted to hire us. Just because he was dressed casually didn’t mean he didn’t have money.

Except there was no reason for him to come here to Grandad’s house. Sure, it wasn’t hard to find out where he lived, but it wasn’t like people could just show up at his house and expect to talk to him. Well, some people had been crazy enough over the years to try to do just that, but I’d never seen anyone accomplish it.

JP, however, appeared to have done just that.

“Do I know the old friend?” I asked, genuinely curious and with a growing amount of concern.

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