Page 51 of Ruthless Financier
Then I saw the email from Frozen Assets. I read it and my hair stood on its ends. I had to reread the numbers twice. I’d never had billions of dollars attached to my name, like I had executive privileges.
I shouldn’t even have this email. Jacob would straighten everything out soon. I’d work hard with my twenty-five million and be happy.
I closed my email and glanced out the window again. No one was there.
I paced but my phone rang again. My oldest sister. I answered quickly, “Georgie?”
“You own the Sooners?”
“Was there a news broadcast?”
“Yeah.”
Probably his father’s doing. I hugged my waist and wished the loneliness inside my soul wasn’t like butterflies in my veins. I ached just to be in that bed in front of me, with Jacob, again.
Those few hours ago seemed so far away now. I ignored how my neck was pins and needles and said, “No. Jacob owns the Sooners, not me.”
“Well, that makes more sense.”
Luckily my team knew his team and could straighten out reports about the ownership of a baseball team. I massaged my shoulder like that might solve my problems. “Jasmine’s sending out the press correction now.”
“Do you know what Jacob plans to do with it? Or who he’ll sell it to? That’s his reputation—selling and earning more profits.”
“I don’t know. He didn’t say.“
I heard the door open and my pulse grew warmer.
Jacob was home. I checked my hair in the mirror and asked, “Georgie—?”
“Yeah?”
Steels protected Steels, as our bonds were stronger than metal. Our dad had told my sisters and cousins the same message. It was why he took in his brother’s children, my cousins. My mother loved to hear my dad say that phrase.
It needed to be true now. My hairs stood up as I said, “No matter what, I’ll ensure you and yours are taken care of.”
“I’d do the same for you. We’re sisters.”
I believed her. She might not be a shark like me, but she could love without losing herself. Part of me wished I was like her—emotionally strong, not just depending on my brain.
I pressed my hands on the bridge of my nose and wished I’d stop that fantasy. We all had our roles, and I wasn’t the love-and-hearts type.
I heard footsteps and told my sister, “Okay, good. Look, I have to go.”
I hung up and saw Jacob locking the glass panel door. I walked out and didn’t care if he saw me in my shorts and t-shirt.
He glanced at my legs and I was thankful I had taken my time in the bathroom tonight. He said, “You’re still up.”
He hadn’t been home. Did he really think I’d just go to bed? Besides, until I’d married, I’d never slept much. I ignored how my hair stood on its end as I just said, “I couldn’t sleep.”
He pointed to the bar and raised his eyebrows to ask if I’d have a drink. I nodded.
“You showered,” he said, as we walked over to the bar.
“It’s hot out. You probably should hit the shower, too.”
I cringed. Seriously? Why was I saying that? My stomach uncurled and I hoped we wouldn’t circle back to any conversation where we ended our marriage. But I tensed as he said, “Look, I should have had my thoughts clearer before I mentioned ending our marriage.”
The tingles in my spine spiked, but I took out the glasses for wine as I said, “Glad you had time to realize that you should be celebrating that you’ve won.”
