Page 24 of Don't Fall for the Billionaire
“I'm sure anyone is better than that witch Maura.” He tipped his drink to his lips.
“She wasn't that bad.”
“She was a bitch, and she was mean to Eloise. I witnessed it firsthand.” He pointed at me.
“She was a little rough around the edges, but I wouldn't say she was mean to her.”
“And how would you know? You weren't ever around.”
“I'm really sick of people saying that. Charlotte made a snide comment when I told her I was going out tonight. And then she said that Eloise told her she wished I were home more.”
“Is that so unreasonable? A little girl needs her father, Ashton. I've been telling you that for the last eight years.”
“I am there for her. But I have a life too.”
“You sound like your father.” His brow arched.
I sighed, tipping the glass to my lips.
When I arrivedhome from the office, I walked into the kitchen and found Charlotte and Eloise sitting at the table eating dinner.
“Hi, sweetheart.” I walked over and kissed Eloise's head.
“Hi, Dad.”
“Charlotte.” I nodded.
“Ashton.”
“I'm going to take a shower before I head out,” I said, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. “How was school today, sweetheart?”
“Fine.” Her tone was flat.
I looked at Charlotte, and she shrugged. I went up to shower. When I was finished, I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. That's when I noticed a text message from Samantha.
I'm sorry, but I have to cancel our date. I'm sick as a dog. It came out of nowhere when I was shopping this afternoon. Send help.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Drink plenty of fluids and get some rest. We'll reschedule when you're feeling better.
You can still come over and take care of me.
I can't afford to get sick, and neither can Eloise. I'll be in touch. Feel better.
I threw on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt and went downstairs.
“Wow. It must be a pretty casual date if you're wearing that,” Charlotte said, loading the dishwasher.
“My date got cancelled. She's sick. Where's Eloise?”
“Taking a bath. We're going to play a game when she's finished. Would you like to join us?”
“No. I'll be in my office working. Is there any more of that pasta left?”
“Yes. Would you like me to make you a plate?”
“Please,” I said, sitting at the table.
