Page 73 of The Grumpy Billionaire Baby Daddy

I scoff. “If anyone should be asking me that question, it surely wouldn’t be you.”

How can she ruin my life and business like it means nothing and then casually ask how I’m doing? Is she crazy?

“No need to be rude.”

“Just stop.”

She stands still, holding the plate in silence.

“Mr. Greene, Mr. Davidson says to come up,” the young staff says behind me.

Thank God. I jump to my feet and follow him as we make our way up the stairs. It’s a C-shaped staircase with maroon finishings that open up into a wide lobby. We walk to the first giant oak door, and the staff knocks.

A faint voice inside calls.

“Come in!”

The young staff pushes the door open and steps aside, motioning for me to walk in. He shuts the door behind me when I do. I’ve been to Davidson’s study a few times, but I never get used to the strange medieval paintings of nude men and women. In one of the paintings, they’re having some kind of orgy. I avert my gaze from the grey walls and turn to face Davidson. The thin long-haired man looks impeccable in his black and white checkered T-shirt. Even though Davidson is almost twice my age, he hardly looks a day older than I am. I always thought it was astonishing, but I soon learned he had a home gym around the backyard where he spent most of his evenings—no wonder the females flocked around him.

“Jason! Long time no see. Have a seat.”

“Hello, Andrew.”

“He takes off his reading glasses and smiles at me.”

His office is freezing. I rub my palms together to generate some heat.

“I’m so sorry I moved this meeting. An urgent matter came up at Dame United. I needed to go sort that out.”

“No, it’s fine.”

He stands to his feet and walks toward the large see-through refrigerator beside the maroon bookshelf.

“What drink are you up for? Scotch?”

“Yes, scotch is fine. Thank you.”

He places two glasses on his maroon semi-circle desk and pours into each of them. He hands one to me and takes a sip before sitting again, this time with his legs crossed.

“I should be at the gym, but I promised I’d see you. So, talk to me.”

“And I thoroughly appreciate it. I won’t take so much of your time. So…about the news. It’s true that I got a woman pregnant, but what they didn’t add is that I….” I clear my throat. “I also love her.”

I didn’t plan to say that.

He angles his body away as if wondering what that’s got to do with him.

“The thing is, initially, I was going to meet you to talk about reconsidering the partnership deal. But then I discovered that Fiona’s parents’ business had been shut down. I found out they took a loan from Dame United, and the shop was shut because of their failure to pay. I know it’s strictly business, but that’s all they have, and I can’t imagine what they’re going through right now. It must be hard for them.”

He rubs his scanty beard, his gaze completely fixed on me.

“I came to ask that I take on the debt payment instead. I’m not in the greatest financial state right now because of the smear from the article, but please, can you save that business? Please reopen it and let me take the debt. I’ll handle it. I’m willing to work on a different agreement with you.”

He takes a sip from his glass and stares at it for a while before dropping it.

“You’re willing to shoulder the expenses?”

“Yes, I am. Really.”

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