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Hi, Mr. Cross. I'm sorry to do this, but I won't be able to babysit tonight. I think I have the flu or something. I feel awful.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I was really looking forward to going out.
No problem. I hope you feel better soon. Thanks for letting me know.
Chapter Four
Charlotte
“Uptight, rich, motherfucker,” I mumbled to myself as I walked away from him.
He might have been those things, but he was the kind of man who turned heads without even trying. He stood approximately six feet three inches, commanding and unfairly gorgeous. It was like he stepped straight out of a fantasy and into my bedroom. Short dark hair, sharp jawline, full lips, and eyes that didn't just look at you—they unraveled you. He was dangerously handsome in a way men with power and control always are. The kind of man who made you forget logic, rules, and the fact that getting involved would be a terrible, terrible idea. Not that I had planned on getting involved with the man whose name I didn't catch after he rudely yelled at me, took my driver's license, and sent me to the ATM.
After taking out some cash, I went home. When I walked through the door, I saw Melissa and her boyfriend, Adam, making out on the couch.
“Don't stop because I'm home. I'll be hanging out in my room for a while.”
“Oh my God. Don't be ridiculous. Get over here!” Melissa waved me to the couch. “I tried calling you back, but it went straight to voicemail. What's wrong? How did your appointment go? Why are you looking so sad?”
I slowly walked to the couch and sat down between her and Jeremy.
“I am no longer employed. The bank turned down my loan application. I threw a cupcake out of anger while in Central Park, and it hit some rich guy's pants and left frosting all over them. Now, he's making me pay for the dry-cleaning bill, and I have to bring him the money to his house after six o'clock or he'll hold my driver's license hostage forever.”
“Excuse me?” Adam's brows furrowed.
“I'm sorry. What?” Melissa shook her head.
“When I arrived at work this morning, there was a sign on the door saying they were permanently closed. Then an FBI agent approached me and asked where my boss was. Apparently, he's been embezzling from the company. And because I am now unemployed, Mr. Schmidt wouldn't give me a loan for the shop, and some guy caught the brunt of my anger via a cupcake in Central Park.”
“Come here.” She hooked her arm around me. “I cannot believe this. What are you going to do?”
“I don't know. I have to find another job ASAP. My dream of opening a pie shop is further than ever now. I guess it's not in the cards for me to be a business owner and make people happy with my pies.”
“That is not true.” Her grip tightened around me. “You'll find another job. Probably one that pays better than the last one, and you'll be able to save even more money. I give you a year tops, and that pie shop will be open. I have something to tell you.”
“What?” I glanced at her.
“Adam's lease is up, and he's moving in. So now, the rent and bills will be split three ways.”
“I hope you don't mind, Charlotte,” Adam said.
“Not at all.” I lay my head on his shoulder. “You're more than welcome to move in. After all, you were Melissa's boyfriend before I moved to New York.” I stood up from the couch. “I have to brush my hair, and then I'm going over to that guy's house to give him his money. I'll see you two later.”
“Wait. Where does this guy live?” Melissa asked.
I took the receipt with his address on the back and looked at it.
“45 West 70thStreet,” I said.
“Shit,” she said, shaking her head. “He's a rich motherfucker. Is he hot?”
“Unfortunately.” I sighed as I walked to my bedroom.
I openedthe black wrought iron gate and walked up the steps to the porch. Knocking on the door, a little girl stood there staring at me.
“Hi.” I smiled.
“Who are you?” she asked.
