Page 16 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad
"You don’t know that yet."
"I know that you can’t hold a fight." She frowns
"Only because you distracted me," I sneer.
"Not my fault that you have the attention span of a child."
"Child is the father of man, after all," I mutter.What the hell? Did I just say that out loud?Clearly, that blow to my head ruffled up my brains, not to mention my thinking process.
"And Daffodils are my favorite flower," she grouses.
"Not bad. You got the Wordsworth reference." I smirk.
Damn it, my cheeks hurt, and clearly, I am a bloody mess.
"Didn’t take you for the poetic kind." She sniffs. "And, actually, I do prefer the Bard to Wordsworth."
I open my mouth and she frowns. "Don’t say the obvious."
"You don’t know what I was going to say," I point out.
"I do," she grumbles, "and yes, my mother loved his plays. She wanted to call me Juliet. My dad thought Juliet a bit much, so they settled for Julia." She smiles a little. "It’s one of the things my mom and I like to do together."
"What else do you do together?" I peer into her face. "Other than read Shakespeare?"
"None of your business."
"You sure?" I look her up and down. "After all, you’re the one who challenged me, despite being a stranger."
"Hardly a stranger," she huffs.
"Just because you see me on tabloid headlines doesn’t mean you know me."
"Just because I look like the quiet, mousy kind—
"You, and mousy? Have you seen yourself in a mirror?" I laugh, then wince when my right eye throbs, "Ouch."
"Frozen peas." She glances up, speaks to someone out of my line of sight, "Is there a bag of frozen something to put on his bruised eye?"
"Arpad, asshole," I groan. "I am going to get you for this, mofo."
Arpad thrusts his face into my line of sight, "Looking none the worse for wear, Savage." He grins, "Apparently, I upgraded your pretty boy looks."
"Apparently, you don’t value your life." I swipe out with my fist; he swerves.
"My, my, getting beaten didn’t do much for your temperament, I see," he muses.
"Sod off." I lurch up to sitting position, the world sways, my stomach churns, and... No fucking way, am I going to be sick. I shake my head and the ringing in my ears worsens. How the hell did I manage to get myself into this situation?
"Here, let me." Julia reaches over with a bag of frozen peas in her hand. I snatch it from her, hold it to my aching eye. The pain instantly recedes. I pin her with my open eye. "This is all your fault," I glare at her. "If you hadn’t called out to me, I wouldn’t have turned and given this joker here an opening."
"Don’t flatter yourself." Arpad chuckles, "I would have beaten you anyway, though I confess, your girlfriend’s presence sure helped distract you."
"Not my girlfriend," I protest
"He’s the last person I’d choose for a boyfriend," she snaps at the same time.
I frown up at her, "Not the impression I got earlier, babe."
