Page 41 of Don't Fall for the Billionaire
“I know. It’ll be fun.” She grinned.
“It’s Saturday. It’ll be packed.”
“So? That makes it even more fun.”
“Were you not going to invite me along?” My brow arched.
“I didn’t think you’d want to go. But you’re more than welcome to join us.”
“I think I will. I’ll drive instead of asking Dominic to take us on his day off. I need to go change.”
“Hurry up. Dinner will be ready in five minutes.”
After changing into more comfortable clothing, I went to Eloise’s room.
“Hi, sweetheart.” I walked over to her desk and kissed the top of her head.
“Hi, Dad. Did you see the fall decorations?”
“I did. It looks beautiful. Charlotte told me you helped pick everything out and decorate.”
“I did. It was so much fun. She said when it gets closer to Halloween, we can put up some scary stuff. We’re going pumpkin and apple picking tomorrow. I’m so excited.”
“I know. And I’m tagging along.” I smiled.
“You are!” A smile perched on her lips.
“Yep. I’ll be driving us. Dinner is ready, so let’s get downstairs.”
“Okay. I just finished my homework.”
After we ate, I sent Eloise up to take a shower and get ready for bed while I helped Charlotte clean the kitchen.
“I need to discuss something with you,” I said, loading the dishwasher.
“Okay.”
“What happened with you and Kitty Corners this morning?”
She stared at me with a twisted face. I couldn’t help but smile at how adorable she looked.
“How do you know about that?” Her eyes narrowed.
“Kitty paid me a visit at the office.”
“Of course, she did. That rich socialite bitch.”
I chuckled. “Did you tell her that you’re more of a parent to Eloise than I am?”
“I most certainly did not. I was referencing all nannies. She acts like we’re little ants that she can step on with her ugly Louboutin heels. And by the way, her nose job is botched.”
“I don’t think she ever got a nose job,” I said.
“Well, she should.” She threw the dishtowel down. “She said there’s a rule prohibiting nannies from joining the bake off. She had the nerve to tell me that it was for parents only. So, I simply stated that we nannies are more of a parent to their children than they are because they don’t have the time or the need to spend quality time with their kids. Then after I called her out about her money, designer labels, and Birkins, I told her to stop looking down on us from her privileged perch.”
“I called the principal of the school in front of her and asked if there was such a rule, and she said no. Kitty wants me to put you in your place, and she’s demanding an apology.”
“Ha. She can suck my dick!”
