Page 35 of Flirting with my Billionaire Boss

“He’s her dad.”

“Do you think he’s going to take his visitation?” my dad asks.

“I doubt it. I probably won’t even get child support from him. Although, I did reach out to my lawyer after Markus left to see if we can hit him with child support now. That’s what he gets for trying to get me to abort our kid.”

“You should have done that from the beginning,” my mom scolds.“You probably don’t have a legal leg to stand on since you didn’t disclose your pregnancy from the start.”

“I know.” I sigh. “I didn’t want him to know about the baby because I didn’t want him to try to talk me into aborting her.”

“You did what you thought was best,” my dad says, shoving a forkful of rice into his mouth.

“And what about your old boss?” my mom asks. “Do you think you can convince him you didn’t steal anything from him?”

I scoff. “No. He kicked me to the curb.”

“He was a little more than a boss to you, wasn’t he?” My mom gives me a sympathetic look.

“What makes you say that?” I ask.

“It’s in your eyes when you talk about him. You love him.”

My heart tugs in my chest to hear my mom say it aloud. “He was going to put up a nursery for Angel.”

“You need to fight for him,” my mom insists.

“I’m done with rich men,” I say. “Especially after what Markus did.”

“Just because Markus is a total waste of humankind, doesn’t mean Weston is too,” my dad says. “He might be an idiot for thinking you stole from him, but that has nothing to do with how much money he has.”

“You need to go back there,” my mom says.

“And what if he calls the cops on me for stealing from him? I’m lucky he hasn’t done that already.”

“I think if he were going to call in the police, he would have done it already. And besides, you could just go to talk to him, and see if he still feels the same way. Maybe he’s changed his mind about you,” my mom says.

“Do you want me to call him and tell him you’d never steal?” my dad offers.

I shake my head. “I can handle it.”

But is it too late to make things better with Weston? Will he actually listen to me?

16

WESTON

Ifinish up with my conference call and head back to my room. Just then, Skipper runs out of Martha’s room with something flashy in his mouth. “What do you have there, boy?” I catch up to him and grab him by the midsection. It’s my gold watch. “Where did you find this?”

My stomach drops. Has Martha been the thief all along? After talking to Markus, I stopped thinking it was Callie. But I felt like such an idiot, I didn’t know how to call her and apologize.

I take the watch from Skipper’s mouth. “Good boy.” I should have known better than to leave it out on my nightstand last night. Ever since I’ve been using the safe, nothing has gone missing. But all this time it’s been Martha. She just cleaned in my room too. Did she think I wouldn’t know it was her, eventually?

I go to confront her when the doorbell rings. “I’ve got it,” I tell Martha. Since I’m standing right by the door, anyway, I might as well save her the trouble. We can talk later. It looks like I’m probably going to be in the market for a new maid. Maybe Stella knows of someone looking for cleaning work.

Callie stands on my doorstep. “Can we talk?” Then she glances down at what I’m wearing, and her eyebrow pops up. “Nice outfit.”

I glance down at myself. Oops. I totally forgot I’d put on a dress shirt and tie and suit coat on my top half, but on my bottom half, I’d left on my red plaid pajama bottoms. “I had a conference call earlier. They don’t see the bottom half of me. I figured why not be comfortable? Those dress pants can be a bit tight sometimes.”

She just stares at me.

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