Page 50 of Beauty and her Billionaire Beast
“They’re fine. It was gonna take too long to send my plane there, so I bookeda private charter straight from Denver. Their flight left a few minutes ago, so yeah, she can’t use her phone in transit. They’ll land in JFK in about fivehours.”
I lean against the wall outside my grandfather’s private room and look up at the ceiling. A wave of relief flows through me, now that I know Isabelle is on her way back. I was a fool. If I have to spend the next ten years grovelingfor her forgiveness, I’ll do it wholeheartedly. I had no right allowing her to go through any of this alone. It’s my fault for not letting her in. But that baby is mine. Isabelle is fucking mine too. It’s time I acceptthat.
“Okay. Hey…thanks for doing this forme.”
“It’s all good, man,” he tells me. “That’s what friends do for eachother.”
“Allright.”
“Where are you,anyway? What’s all that shit in the background?” heasks.
“Shit, I forgot to tell you. Pops is in the emergency room here at MountSinai.”
“Damn. Whathappened?”
“He slipped and hurt his head, but he’s fine now. They’re holding him forobservation.”
Foster lets out a breath. “That’s a relief. Listen, do you need me there? I can stay with him if you want to meet Isabellewhen her charterlands.”
“Yousure?”
“Hell yeah,” he says, and chuckles a little. “Hanging out with Pops is a breeze compared to that other stuff. You go ahead, deal with your baby mommadrama.”
“Allright.”
I hang up the phone and return to Pops’ room. He’s still sitting the way I left him, but the oxygen tubes are back inplace.
He folds his arms and shakeshis head. “I have half a mind to cut you right out of my will and replace your name with Isabelle’s, for what you put that girlthrough.”
“Relax, Pops. I’m taking care of it. I’m fixingthings.”
“What’s this I hear about a great-grandbaby? You’re gonna hold out on your Pops likethat?”
“How much did you hear from my phone call?” I ask. “The door was almost closed the wholeway.”
“Boy, I’m old, not deaf. Tell me what’s goingon.”
I sit on the side of the bed, and I tell him everything. From the engagement party, to Foster’s texts, leaving nothing out, except for the obvious details of what went on behind closed doors with Isabelle. After I’m done, he puts his hand on my forearm andsmiles.
“Son, I’m not a big fan of your methods, but I have tosay that it sounds like you’re growing up. You need to take care of a few things, like that whole part about ignoring her calls and stuff. That has to stop. Rightnow.”
“Your right. I won’t do thatanymore.”
“Good. You’ll need to make up for that, big time. I hope she hasn’t given up on youentirely.”
“Metoo.”
He squeezes my shoulder and leans back on the bed. “Goon, now. Fix this. Don’t come back here unless you have Isabelle besideyou.”
I let him know that Foster will come by to keep him company, and leave for theairport.
I have a fuckton to do to make it up to myBelle.
