Page 50 of Don't Fall for the Billionaire
“Hey, you. You’re back?”
“Yes. It was wonderful. We had a great time. How are you? How’s work? How’s the handsome billionaire boss?”
“Fine. Fine. And fine.” I laughed.
“Did you see that Central Park is holding their annual fall festival in a couple of weeks?”
“NO!”
“I’m sending you the link to sign up for a table for your pies. It said they still have a few tables available. Also, can you meet me for lunch tomorrow? I need to talk to you about something.”
“I don’t know. Eloise is sick and won’t be going to school tomorrow. I’ll have to see if Sylvia can keep an eye on her for a couple of hours.”
“Okay. Let me know.”
“I will. I’m hanging up to click the link and sign up for a table. I’ll talk to you later.”
I stood in the middle of the aisle, clicking the link Melissa sent me. As I was filling out all the required information, another cart ran into mine.
“Do you mind? You just can’t stand in the middle of the aisle with your cart. It’s rude.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Are you unable to say ‘Excuse me’? Because if you had, I would have moved.”
“I shouldn’t have to because you shouldn’t be standing in the middle of the aisle on your phone.”
I looked her up and down. Designer tracksuit, Louis Vuitton sneakers, silver jewelry dripping from her, and her oversizedBirkin bag strapped to her shoulder. Not to mention the Botox and fillers that consumed her aging face.
“Get off your privileged perch, Karen.” I grabbed my cart and walked away. I was getting really sick and tired of the snobs in this city.
When I arrived home, I saw Ashton sitting on the couch with Eloise snuggled against him, watching TV. I couldn’t help but smile. He jumped up when he saw me and helped me with the bags I was juggling in my arms.
“Thank God, you’re back. I want a piece of your peach pie.”
“Then why didn’t you cut a slice?” I laughed.
“Honestly, I figured you’d kill me.”
“Oh my God. I made that pie for you.” I took down a plate and grabbed a knife. As I went to cut a slice, I stopped and set the knife down.
“What are you doing? Cut it.”
“No. This will be dessert for after dinner.”
“Oh, come on, Charlotte. Just cut me a little piece. I’ve been waiting since last night.”
“A few more hours won’t hurt you.” I smiled. “Go back and finish watching whatever you were watching with Eloise.”
“No. I don’t like Moana. She gets on my nerves along with that Maui character.”
“What’s a Moana and a Maui?” My brows knitted.
“A kid’s movie. You’ve never heard of Moana?”
I shrugged. “Maybe, but if I did, I don’t remember. I thought she was taking a nap.”
“She tried but said her throat hurt too badly to sleep. I gave her some more Tylenol. Plus, she said she didn’t want to be sleeping when my father arrives.”
“Oh, guess what?” I beamed with excitement.
