Page 62 of Faking it with the Billionaire
I could die of embarrassment.That is not an exaggeration. And if looks could kill, I’d already be dead from the death glares Kyler shoots in my direction.
I take it upon myself to answer, to try and minimize the damage. “It’s when you’re bouncing on the bed and jump off.”
Bristol’s eyes widen. “You were jumping on the bed without me, Daddy? You never let me jump on the bed.”
I can’t tell if he’s relieved or even more agitated by my answer.
“And you’re not going to start jumping on the bed. Emerson didn’t literally mean jump on the bed.”
“Then what did she mean?” Bristol asks with wide, curious eyes.
He groans and runs a hand through his hair. “I need to shower before practice. Can you watch her until Lia gets here?”
I force a smile, sliding the ring off my thumb. It was far too big for my ring finger, and whoever it belonged to, they probably wanted it back. “Of course. Come on, let’s get you breakfast. Head on downstairs,” I say.
Bristol hurries down the stairs. “Are you coming?”
“Just a sec,” I call back.
I hand the ring to Kyler. “Next time, maybe don’t use your finger to measure an engagement ring.”
“Thanks,” he says and palms the ring. “It belongs to Coach.”
“I kind of figured it wasn’t for me.” I head down the stairs, not able to take the pain of staring at him, at the ring, at all of it, without feeling more than I should.
Why do I feel torn up inside when I know it’s all an act?
He’s always made his intentions clear that this is a fake relationship. I probably just need space to clear my head and collect my thoughts as far away from Kyler Greyson as possible.
Hurrying down to the kitchen, I get Bristol situated with breakfast and put on a pot of coffee. The surveillance system indicates that Lia has just arrived and is entering through the main gate.
The front door squeaks open. “Hi!” Lia calls out, announcing that she’s arrived.
“Hi, we’re in the kitchen,” I say, grabbing a cup and waiting for the coffee to finish brewing before I pour it.
Half an hour later, my tablet pings, but it’s not from Kyler leaving. It’s an alert that someone is at the front gate. He’s still lacing up his sneakers by the door.
It’s not Mitchell because he’s inside the property, waiting out front.
I grab the tablet and open the app to check the surveillance footage. It’s a woman with dark hair, wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses. It’s almost like she’s trying to be inconspicuous, but it’s not going over real well.
“Everything okay?” Greyson glances up at me when he sees me studying the tablet. He’s got a cool exterior, calm and collected. Like he isn’t worried, and I’m not sure if it’s because he trusts me or he doesn’t think the threat can touch him inside these four walls.
Well, he’s wrong.
The surveillance isn’t foolproof. It’s helpful as an alarm system, but it’s not about to shoot someone or throw stones at them if they breach the property.
My job is to protect Bristol and Kyler. Yes, he may have hired me solely to protect his daughter, but if they’re both around, I intend to keep them safe.
“Know her?” I ask, showing the screen to Kyler.
She pulls back the shades and pushes the buzzer.
“Yeah, you can let her in.”
That’s all he says. Kyler heads for the front door and yanks it open. “There’s no game tonight. Just practice.”
Bristol hurries toward him to give him a hug and kiss goodbye. “Bye, Daddy!” she says, waving as he exits the front door and heads toward Mitchell.
