Page 29 of Adonis: The Cost of a Billionaire's Heart
“It’s not you I’m mad at. It’s the situation. I feel helpless, like I failed him or something.”
“You didn’t. Nobody could’ve predicted something like this would happen. Yesterday was a crazy day.”
“Plus, everybody has a camera in their face nowadays, always ready to record some shit and post it for likes.”
“I’m sorry this happened, Sim. I never meant for?—”
I waved him off. “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault. You’re doing everything you can, if not more.”
“But I might not be able to fix this,” he confessed with the sound of defeat in his tone.
“Not having a remedy to everything doesn’t make you any less of a man, D. It just makes you human.”
Adonis dipped his chin. “You’re not wrong when you’re right.”
“Can I ask you something now?”
“Shoot,” he responded.
“How many of your insecurities are linked to your bank account?”
He paused as if he were thoughtfully considering my question before he answered. Adonis Holland was the type of man that people moved mountains for at the snap of his finger. Before that moment, I’d never stopped to see him as anything more than the billionaire mogul at the top of the food chain. At least at the bottom with everybody else who was trying to make it, you had company. It had to be lonely at the top, and the crown had to be heavy.
“Nobody’s ever asked me anything like that before.”
My shoulders rose and fell. “Something to scratch off your bucket list,” I replied lightheartedly, recalling our moment on the golf course before everything turned to shit.
“What makes you think I’m insecure?”
“Aren’t we all, even just a little?”
Adonis flashed me a half smirk. “There’s something about you, Sim.”
“What do you mean?”
“Every time I think I’ve got you figured out, you still manage to surprise me.”
“Are surprises your thing?”
“Only when it comes to you,” he replied while inching a step closer.
Adonis reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. One touch from him sent a tingle down my spine.
“Adonis, I?—”
“Mommy?” Mason’s voice interjected before I could complete my sentence.
I turned around to focus my attention on him, greeting him with the brightest morning smile I could muster up, in spite of. “Good morning, handsome. How are you feeling today?”
“Better. I’m thirsty, though.”
“I’ll grab you something from the kitchen, lil man,” Adonis offered. “Anything you want.”
Mason paused to ponder for a few seconds. “Can I have . . . chocolate milk?”
We both chuckled. “Chocolate milk first thing in the morning?” I inquired.
“Pleaseeeeee? Can I?” Mason begged with puppy dog eyes.
