Page 80 of Flirting With My Brother's Billionaire Best Friend

“Really?” I ask. “It’s not a bad idea.”

“Yeah,” Langston explains, “At first, we talked about getting an entirely new house built, but Jenni likes how my land connects with her parents’ land. So we decided to make it work here.”

“We won’t need to do any additions for a while still.” Jenni looks up at the home. “For now, our main focus is getting the wedding planned.”

“And we don’t have long to plan it either,” Langston adds.

“Oh, you’ve set a date already?” I ask.

Jenni nods. “We’re hoping for a Christmas wedding.”

“That’s only couple months.” Way to rush things.

“I know. Mom is scrambling.” Langston nods. “We just don’t see a reason to wait. Jenni has a nanny for James, but it’s still a lot on her. It’ll be easier if we’re married to help each other out with the kids.”

“Well, good for you,” I say. “I’m really happy for the both of you.” And I mean it. It’s nice to see Langston finding his true love.

“Who knows?” Jenni teases. “Maybe you’re next.”

I laugh. “I think I’m going to grab a plate of food.”

“Help yourself,” Langston offers. “There’s plenty.”

Dad catches up to me when I’m loading my plate with a ribeye and a skewer of grilled veggies. “How’s the Williams acquisition coming along?”

“I’m struggling to get along with some of the other members in the office, to be honest. I think they resent the fact that I’ve just been in Africa for so many years and not working my way to the top like they have been.”

“You’re my son. You own a percentage of this company. That’s just how life works.”

But it’s not going to fix the fact that I’m the most hated guy in the office. No one likes an entitled guy. It means I’m going to have to work much harder than the rest of them to convince them I’ve earned my place. I may have shown up unexpectedly at the top, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to shove it in their faces either. All I can do is keep my head down and work hard.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out to see a text.

Faith:I was able to get my Visa. I’m coming to the US. I should be there within a month.

Me:That’s incredible. But I was hoping to have your help in Kenya with my nonprofit.

Faith:I guess I’ll have to help you in Georgia then.

Me:Georgia? I thought you were moving to Washington D.C.

Faith:Last minute change. We’ll be in Atlanta now.

Me: I guess I’ll see you around then.

When she doesn’t respond, I slip my phone back into my pocket. My headquarters for the beginnings of the nonprofit I’m starting is in Atlanta. It will be perfect to have Faith there. Maybe she can help out. I’ve really missed having her around.

After I left Kenya, she became a nanny to a US Ambassador, who ended up going home. I’d thought I’d have to go back to Kenya to see Faith.

After moving back to Georgia, I got my own place in Blue Mountain, but then I ended up spending most of my time in Atlanta at the company so I bought a condo in a high rise, the same building where Weston and Callie have a place for when he has to work at the main office.

I hate working at the Keith Enterprise headquarters and would prefer to work from Blue Mountain. But for now, that doesn’t seem to be possible.

I take a seat at a table, and Jenni and Langston sit with me.

Jenni leans across the table in a conspiratorial way. “We want to know who you were texting just now.”

“What makes you think I was texting someone important?”

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