Page 143 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad
I stare at the blank screen. "How dare he?" I scowl. "How dare he do this?"
"Impressive, huh?" The homeless man crows, "A rock star laying out his heart like that on social media?"
"A gimmick. That’s what it is," I rage.
"Is it?" He frowns, "The man sounded sincere."
"He’s a bloody liar," I growl. "How dare he…he do this?"
"Maybe he wants you back?" The homeless man ventures.
"The bastard left me…" I begin to pace, "and now… Now… He dares go on record, in front of everyone and…"
"Profess his love?"
"Exactly." I grip the phone in my hand. "That…that conniving, full-of-himself, ready to spot a chance to promote himself—"
"Hold on." The homeless man blinks. "It took courage to do that. Maybe he wanted you to know he meant it and this was his way of showing how serious he was?"
"By professing to love me on social media?"
"Considering he hasn’t been on social media in over a year, is there a better way he could have shown how important you are to him?"
"He could have called me."
"Would you have taken the call?"
"N…no." I stare down at my shoes. "But d…did you hear him?"
"I did," he nods, "I think he meant every word."
"He asked me to come to him…"
"Right before he said he loves you."
"I never doubted that," I growl.
"So then?" He stares at me.
"So what?"
"What are you still doing here?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Why the hell should I go to him? He should come to me… That… That ass."
"Aha," he exclaims.
"What’s that ‘aha’ for?" I say suspiciously. "I don’t like the sound of that ‘aha’ at all."
"So, you have as much of an ego as him, huh?"
"Of course, not," I counter. "I mean, I do… But not as much as him."
"So, you’re going to let your ego get in the way?" He raises an eyebrow, "Everything you want is right there, and you’re going to do a ‘Damian’ and flounce off?"
“He wouldn’t flounce,” I point out. "And you don’t play fair."
"Ha," he chortles, "knew it. I knew you were a better woman than that…douchebag of a rock star."
