Page 38 of The Grumpy Billionaire Baby Daddy

The loud doorbell draws me out of my thoughts.

“I’ll get it,” Richard says, standing to his feet.

I nibble on the last piece of cracker, staring at the empty plate.

Still hungry.

I sigh in frustration.

The clank of heels fills the house until a tall, slender lady walks into the living room. The first thing I notice is her hair — its tips are dyed a slight red.

Kinda pretty but too flashy.

She stops and stares directly at me. I stand to my feet, stretching my hands.

“Hi. I’m Fiona. Welcome.”

She narrows her eyes, staring me down.

“Can you please get me a drink? I’m thirsty.”

I blink.

“Uhhh…”

Who’s this and why does she think she can send me on an errand while ignoring my outstretched hand?

“That’s kind of rude.”

She gives me a dirty look and steps back. Her short sparkly silver dress sways as she does.

“What’s rude? Asking you to do your job?”

I stand still. What job?

“I’ll give you some advice for free— If you want to keep your job, you’re going to have to drop that nasty attitude and entitlement.”

Richard jogs in, brows furrowed.

“What’s the problem, Eva?”

I stare at my feet, holding my breath. Tears prickle my eyes, and I sniffle, looking away.

Eva turns to face Richard, her jaws clenched. She points to me.

“Your maid is a little entitled. Who hired her?”

She thought I was a maid? Who the hell makes conclusions like that?

Maybe I looked like one.

Richard scratches his jaws and blinks rapidly. Then he opens his mouth to say something, but no words come. Finally, he clears his throat and walks up to me.

“Did you just call my girlfriend a maid, Eva?”

He places his arm around my neck, shuffling his feet. I almost choke as I stare at him, but he avoids my gaze.

“Meet Fiona. Fiona, meet Eva, a friend of the family.”

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