Page 4 of Don't Fall for the Billionaire
“No. I did like this one woman, but Eloise told me after the interview that if I hired her, she would make sure she quit before she even started.” I sighed.
Ever since Maura, our nanny for the last two years, quit three weeks ago, things have been a nightmare. Between work and a lack of social life, I was going crazy. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I called Rita, a woman I'd been seeing on and off for a couple of months.
“Hello.”
“Good morning. Eloise is sick today. Is there any way you can take her to see a doctor?”
“Morning. You cancelled our date the other night, as well as the two dates before that. I haven't heard shit from you since, and now you expect me to take your kid to the doctor? Screw you, Ashton Cross.”
“Really, Rita?”
“Yes, Ashton. Really. I'm not your kid's babysitter.”
“And you are absolutely nothing to me and never will be. Lose my number, Rita. You'll never hear from me again.”
“Consider yourself blocked, asshole.”
I pulled the phone from my ear and looked at it. She hung up on me. Sighing, I placed my phone in my pocket.
“Can you at least call the doctor and see if he'll see Eloise today?” I asked Sylvia.
“Yes, Ashton. I'll call for you.”
“Thank you, Sylvia.”
“Why don't you have your assistant take Eloise to the doctor?” she asked.
“She's buried in contracts today, and I need them done before tomorrow. I can't afford to let her take the time to take Eloise to the doctor. I'll have to do it myself. Fuck.” I rubbed the back of my neck.
Walking into my office, I sat down behind my desk and pulled out my phone.
“Good morning, Ashton,” my secretary/assistant said.
“It's far from a good morning, Lila. Eloise is sick, and I need to take her to the doctor.”
“Okay. I hope she feels better. Do you want me to reschedule your meetings?”
“Not yet. I might still be able to make the meetings, depending on what time I can get Eloise to the doctor.”
“The doctor can see Eloise at eleven o'clock,” Sylvia said, walking into the room.
“Thanks, Sylvia. What time is my first meeting?” I asked Lila.
“One o'clock,” Lila said.
“Okay. I should be able to make it. I'll see you later.”
After ending the call, I dialed my driver, Dominic.
“Morning, boss.”
“Morning, Dominic. Eloise is sick and has a doctor's appointment at eleven o'clock. Be here to pick us up by ten thirty. Also, I'm going to need you to drop me off at the office after and then bring Eloise home and stay with her until I get back.”
“Not a problem, boss.”
“Thanks, Dominic. I'll see you later.”
I went into the bathroom, took out the children's Tylenol, read the dosage, and gave it to Eloise.
