Page 11 of The Grumpy Billionaire Baby Daddy

“Am I supposed to?”

“Hey, I was just asking. Chill out.”

I turn my head in search of the pet shop, frowning.

“Look, Eva. I’m a little busy right now. I’ll call you back later.”

“You can’t—-”

I end the call before she says anything and spot a pet poster after a salon.

That hasto be it.

When I get to the shop, I sigh and rest my head on the car seat. This wasn’t that easy to find. I step out and survey the surroundings. It’s probably one of the largest pet shops I’ve ever seen — not that I’ve been to so many, anyway. My PA handles most of the petty errands, like getting dog food. As I approach the pet shop, I notice that the front of the store is covered in glass, which also doubles as a showcase. Beautiful portraits of cats and dogs are splattered across the left side of the glass, while the right side displays an array of pet food. The organization is impeccable, and I take a moment to appreciate it before stepping inside.

Inside, it looks like a supermarket with various items on display, including grooming items. A black litter box catches my eye. Tex has outgrown his last litter box. He’ll need a bigger one. I admire a couple of other litter boxes. When I get to the grooming aisle, the beautiful packets intrigue me. Everything is here.

How did Mom know about this place, and I didn’t?

“Welcome!”

A petite woman walks up to me.

“What can I do for you? "

“Uhhh…cat food. I’d also like some dog food.”

“You have a dog and a cat? You must be a sucker for animals."

"Just a dog. The cat food is for my mom's cats."

She walks over to the cat food aisle, and I follow behind her. If it weren’t for her face, I’d say she has the stature of a teenager. Her hair has also Greeneed, although some parts can’t decide if they want to stay brown or go Greene.

“This place is amazing, by the way.”

She beams, picks up a refill pack, and hands it to me.

“Thanks. Oh, by the way, here’s a little something for them.”

She hands me a pack of pom pom toys and walks to the dog food aisle.

“Do you have any Dalmatians I can take a look at?”

“Oh yes!” She says and hands me a refill pack of dog food. I look up to find that she’s already walking ahead. I increase my pace to meet up. We get to a different room. The top reads, “Happiness is a warm puppy.”

I smile and walk in, taking in all the different breeds, shapes, sizes, and colors. Is this what a dog heaven looks like? A small chihuahua squeals and makes to stand in its cage, and I go toward it. On a different aisle, a young woman stoops beside a golden retriever. She whispers to the dog, and I can’t make out what she says. From behind, the view is wonderful, and the sheen from her full brown hair reflects the light in the room.

I have to see her face.

Like a pull from a magnet, I walk toward her.

“Hello there.”

She turns to stand, and her eyes widen. She steps back, pointing at me.

“What?”

Has she never seen a handsome man before?

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