Page 54 of Her Big Fat Dreamy Billionaire Ex

“Oh, I can’t eat that. I only eat organic whole foods. But thank you.”

Grams looked at her sideways. “You don’t eat pancakes?”

“No. I’m watching my carb intake.”

Grams shook her head slightly and muttered under her breath. “I watch mine too. I watch it go down my throat.”

Brittany didn’t seem to hear her.

Grams motioned to the table. “Why don’t you sit down and join us anyway. We can talk.”

“Okay.” Brittany pulled out a chair and sat, putting her bag on the seat next to her.

“I’ll help you get the pancakes, Grams.” Felicity left the room with her.

Aiden slid out a chair and joined Brittany at the table. “So.” He tried to think of something to say that couldn’t be taken for interest in her. “Sleep well last night?”

“Oh, yes. The beds here are super comfortable. You did an amazing job with this place.”

The curtains blew as a morning breeze came in the window. It was promising to be a beautiful day outside. Aiden picked up his napkin and put it in his lap.

Brittany tapped the table with a finger. “You and Felicity, then. Wow. I thought she’d never forgive you for what you did.”

He bristled. It wasn’t all his fault. She was the one who left without talking to him. “Yeah, well, she did.”

“I guess a billion dollars is pretty good incentive.” Brittany looked down at her fingernails.

Aiden’s mouth fell open. But before he could say anything, Felicity came back in the room with a container of syrup and some butter. Grams followed her with the plate of pancakes. “You’ll have to eat quickly. There’s not a lot of time.”

Felicity sat next to him and then leaned closer. “What’s wrong?” she whispered.

He realized his mouth still hang open and he snapped it shut. Their lie accomplished what he wanted. Brittany would leave him alone now. No need to tell Felicity what the spoiled brat had said. “Nothing.”

They ate breakfast while Brittany talked about how her hair stylist had moved away and what a strain it had been on her to find someone good enough to do her hair, and what a tragedy it was. Aiden stopped listening when she started talking about her purse. Who even cared what animal skin it was made out of? It was a relief when he could get up and take the plates to the kitchen.

Grams came in after him. “Have a good trip.” She gave him a peck on the cheek and whispered, “And watch out for that girl. She’s trouble.”

“I’ve got it under control.”

She looked at him as if she saw right through him. “Uh-huh.”

For a split second, he worried Grams knew he was lying about getting back together with Felicity, but he shook off the feeling. That was absurd. How could she know?

She patted his arm. “Drive safe.”

The girls came into the kitchen, carrying the rest of the breakfast items. Aiden motioned toward the garage. “We can take my car.”

Brittany squealed and made a lot of fuss when she saw his Aston Martin. “I love this silver color. And the seats look so buttery soft.”

He opened the door for her and moved the passenger seat forward. He tried to ignore the way she pressed her breasts up against his arm. It couldn’t have been by accident. “Climb in.”

“What, in the back?” Brittany stared at him for a second before realizing he was serious. “Oh. Okay. I think I can squeeze in.”

His car did have rear seats, but the leg room was pretty much nonexistent. He kind of felt bad for her. A little. After she was in, he tossed their bags on the seat next to her then clicked the lever and righted the front seat so Felicity could sit.

When they were on the road, Brittany talked non-stop. Aiden tuned her out again, which probably was a bad idea given that they were on this outing because he’d been nodding and not paying attention to her. He just couldn’t stand listening to more about her nails or shoes, or the many other pointless things she rambled on about.

Was it horrible he was hoping she might get tired of trying to chase him now that he was faking a relationship with Felicity, and go home?

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