Page 46 of Don't Fall for the Billionaire
“Eloise wants you, Ashton.”
“I’m coming.” I walked up the stairs and into Eloise’s bedroom, where she was tucked in for the night. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I placed my hand on her forehead.
“Charlotte told me you’re not feeling good.”
“I’m not. My throat hurts badly, Dad.”
“Charlotte gave you some Tylenol?”
She nodded.
“Okay.” I leaned over and pressed my lips against her warm head. “Get some rest, and we’ll see how you feel in the morning. Goodnight, sweetheart.”
“Night, Daddy.”
I walked out of the bedroom and pulled the door halfway shut. Walking down the stairs, the smell of freshly baked peach pie infiltrated the entire house. Just as I entered the kitchen and saw Charlotte bending over, taking the pie out of the oven, my phone rang, and it was my father.
“Hello, Dad.”
“Hello, son. I wanted to let you know that Margo and I are coming to New York for a while.”
Great.
“That’s great, Dad. Is there a specific reason?”
“No, not really. It’s been a while since we saw each other, and I miss my granddaughter.”
“When are you coming?”
“We’ll be arriving in New York late tonight. How about we get together for brunch tomorrow at the club?”
“Eloise isn’t feeling well. So, I might need a raincheck.”
“Poor kid. Well, anyway, we can come over for dinner. Have Sylvia cook us something special.”
“Sylvia doesn’t work weekends.”
“Why not?”
“Because she has a family too, Dad.”
“That is why I’ve always told you to hire the help without families.”
“We can order in or go to a restaurant if Eloise is feeling better.”
“Okay. We’ll see how things play out tomorrow. I’ll see you later, son.”
“Bye, Dad.” I sighed and set down my phone.
“Everything okay?” Charlotte asked.
“Yeah. My father and his child girlfriend are coming to New York for a couple of weeks.”
“Child girlfriend?” Her brows furrowed.
“Margo is twenty-eight. My father is fifty-nine.”
“Oh. I see. And what does Margo do for a living besides prey on rich older men?” A smirk crossed her lips.
