Page 94 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad
"Don’t tell me the lot of you didn’t guess?"
"Hmm, well." My neck heats. "It’s not like we talk about you that way, and besides, Peter…uh..."
"He’s protective about you lot, too, huh?"
"Yeah," I nod. "Still, I mean," I shuffle my feet, not knowing what to say. It’s a bit like finding out that your parents have sex. I mean, they do and that’s how we were born, but somehow you want to pretend that they are these perfect creatures with no wants or passion or— "Hell," I roll my shoulders, "why are you telling me this, now?"
"Just so you know that we all have our secrets, Damian."
"Right." I tip my chin up and glance past her.
"And we all need help with our demons."
I scowl, "Why don't you tell me what's on your mind?"
"Julia." She stares up at me.
I meet her gaze. "Julia?"
"Let her in, Damian. She wants to be part of your life. She can help, if you let her."
"I don’t need anyone’s help." I step back, "This is something I need to deal with myself."
"Do you, though?" She reaches up and pats my cheek, "Don’t delay until it’s too late. Don’t let Julia get away."
I blow out a breath. "Thanks for the advice."
"Now, I feel like I’ve been put in my place."
I stare at her in horror. "Meredith, no. You know you are much more than an assistant to all of us."
"Of course, I do." She chuckles, "And trust me, I won’t take any lip from any of you boys, either."
"You’re tough," I grumble.
"No shit." She laughs, then turns to leave. I wait in the doorway until she’s driven off and the gates have closed behind her, then head inside.
Later that evening, after putting Riley to bed, I make my way toward the study at the far end of the ground floor. I check my phone to make sure my app is open and tuned into Riley’s bedroom. Placing my phone upright on the table next to the sofa so I can see the screen as well as access it, I pour myself a whiskey, then sink down into the comfortable settee and grab my guitar.
I begin to strum the guitar, composing the song in my head.
Whisper your kisses in my ear
My lips on yours
As you fall apart all over my cock
As lust swells your eyelids
And your pussy weeps
As you come so prettily, I am sure that I will never feel as alive again…
I draw in a breath. Shit, that’s bloody emo, and hot… And what the hell am I writing now? A lust song, an ode dedicated to the woman who’s turned my life upside down. Who I need to stop seeing, stop thinking of, before she turns me into a bumbling idiot who’d give up his life for one more touch, one more fuck, one more time to sink my cock inside of her. "Bloody hell." I toss the guitar aside, rise to my feet and head for the snifter of whiskey, when the app on my phone beeps. I top up the liquid in my tumbler, head for the phone and snatch it up. The security app has a notification. I swipe to it and the image of a woman opening the front door and walking in fills the screen.
"What the—?" I take in the familiar tilt of her chin, her slender shoulders, the curved hips, the dark hair piled on top of her head.What are you doing here, Flower, hmm?
I track her progress across the living room, and into the hallway. She glances right, before turning the other way. She heads toward the study.
