Page 45 of The Grumpy Billionaire Baby Daddy

I’m unable to form words with his fingers thrusting into me like this. The squishy sounds of my wetness fill the room. I shut my eyes again, and he bites my neck, his warm breath tingling my ears. This is going to be the best night of my life.

Three weeks later, the grunts of Jason and I still fill my ears whenever I daydream. We really fucked all night, and he wasn’t joking when he said we’d try all of them. I did find a favorite position, though — when he fucked me with my back laid on the snooker board on his balcony and my legs hanging around my neck. The sensations that came from between my legs were not things I’d ever felt. As I think about them, a shiver runs through my spine and a moistness forms between my legs. I bite my finger. I never thought I’d find myself drooling over a bad boy like Jason. I was the object of his attention the whole night and not just for sex; he really opened up. We were extremely exhausted when we were done, but he held me, and we talked about his childhood. I learned about how lonely he was as a kid. By the time Richard came along, he was almost a teenager. My heart soared when he told me I was the first person he was opening up to like that.

My phone vibrates, jerking me back to reality.

I roll my eyes as I pick it up to look at the screen. It’s mom. I clear my throat.

“Hey, Mom! How did you know I was just about to call you?”

Soft breathing comes from the other end of the line, but there are no words.

“Mom?”The breathing turns into full-blown sobs that send panic waves through my heart.

“Mom, what’s wrong? Talk to me.”

She sniffles and exhales.

“Fifi, we’re in trouble.”

“Hold on. What do you mean trouble? What trouble are you in?”

I stand and pace the floor as her sobs become more unsettling. Finally, they die down a bit, but she’s still sniffling. I stay silent, waiting for an answer.

“The loans.”

Oh shit.

“Wait, a sec. I thought the loans were all settled now.”

“We were only able to cover for the apartment. We thought it’d be easy to pay off the other loan for Pet Star, but time flew past so quickly. The bank’s already demanding payment. It’s due, but we don’t even have the money.”

My heart disintegrates as she speaks. They’re going through so much and are probably scared out of their wits. I can’t even do anything to help. I can’t even go to them. The thought leaves a deep ache in my chest, and I shut my eyes. This shouldn’t be happening now. I should be with them.

“What about getting a loan from someone else?”

“I know. I tried a couple of people at church. No one has such an amount lying around.”

I hate it so much that I can’t do anything for her. Her sobs drive a wedge through my heart. I can’t even hold her and let her cry on my shoulders. My stomach churns.

“What about Dad? How’s he holding up?”

“He hasn’t been able to get good sleep for weeks. I worry he might have a heart attack or something.”

“What can I do, Mom? How can I help?”

“I don’t think you can, Fifi. Unless there are friends to ask in New York.”

Can I ask Jason? I mull at the thought, running it through my mind from every angle. What would he think of me? He’d probably see me as some gold digger after his wealth. Or maybe he’d understand and be willing to offer a loan?

“I don’t know, Mom. But I’ll see if I can come up with something.”

There should be a way to help out. I want to.

“I hope so. They’ll take away the shop if we’re unable to meet up. I’ve tried everything I can.”

“Mom, is Dad there?”

I should talk to him too. He had a near heart attack last year from a similar situation. We were able to pay that back, but he collapsed and was rushed to the hospital. Dad worries too much and ends up compromising his health.

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