Page 61 of Don't Fall for the Billionaire
“It’s not a problem for me. I can handle Kitty, and obviously, you can too. So, I’m staying out of it.”
“Good. Who does she think she is running to you every time we run into each other? What is she? Five years old?”
Ashton chuckled. “Just be careful, please.”
“I will.”
“I’m ready to have my hair put up,” Eloise said, standing in the doorway.
“I’ll see you two downstairs.” Ashton walked away.
“Come on. Let’s get your hair done. We can’t be late for the doctor,” I said, grabbing the hairbrush and a rubber band.
“I overheard you and my dad talking. Is Maisy’s mom being mean to you?”
“I’m water. She’s oil. We don’t mix. That’s all.”
“She got Bella kicked out of the school last year,” Eloise said.
“What? What do you mean?”
“Bella and Maisy got into an argument. Maisy punched herself in the face and went to the office, crying, and told the principal that Bella had punched her. But we all knew that wasn’t true because Brielle saw Maisy in the bathroom doing it when she was in the stall. But the principal wouldn’t listen to Bella’s side, and Maisy’s parents made a huge donation to the school after Bella got expelled.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
We took Eloise to the doctor, and he advised Ashton to consider having Eloise’s tonsils removed. I had mine out when I was a child, and I told him it was no big deal, and I barely got sick again after having them out.
We stopped at a diner for an early dinner after we left the doctor’s office. Eloise ate well, and it made me happy that she was feeling so much better. When we arrived home, she went upstairs to take a bath and do her homework.
“Eloise’s school is having a talent show. Eloise wants me to dance with her.”
Ashton looked up from his phone. “Are you going to?”
“Yeah. Why not? It’ll be fun. Besides, I know we can knock that little bitch Maisy, out of first place.”
“Ah, Kitty Corners again, eh?” He smiled.
“She made it a point to tell me that her precious little Mozart wins first place every year with her piano skills. Not this year. Just like she’s not winning the bake off either.”
“I thought you didn’t fight dirty?” A smirk crossed his lips.
“I don’t.” I smiled. “Oh my God. I have so much to do. I have to bake the pies this week for the bake-off and the school fallfundraiser. I have to mix music and plan out a dance routine. Then I have to teach it to Eloise, and there’s a lot of practicing. Oh my God.”
“Charlotte, breathe.”
“I will when it’s all over. I’ll be up in my room if you need me.” I flew up the stairs.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Ashton
A smile fell upon my lips as I watched her run up the stairs. The struggle to keep this feeling inside me under control was failing. I felt as if I was losing the war between my brain and my heart. I barely knew Charlotte, but it didn’t matter. For some strange reason, I’d felt like I’d known her all my life. As I was pondering my thoughts, my phone rang, and my mother’s picture appeared on the screen.
“Ciao Madre.”
“Ciao, darling. How are you?”
“I’m good. How are you?”
