Page 2 of Believing in a Billionaire
“Here you are, Ms. Sierra. Your iced mocha latte with a triple shot of espresso.”
“Oh, Worthington, you are a lifesaver.” She grabbed the drink from him and sipped it.
“Can we start now?” Grant asked.
She shook her head, holding a finger in the air. She inhaled deeply, then took another sip before she let her eyes slide closed and settled back in the chair. “Okay, proceed.”
Grant heaved a sigh. “I didn’t do anything.”
“Huh?” Sierra asked.
Grant’s shoulders slumped. The meeting was already going horribly. “When I said the meeting was about Julia, you accused me of doing something. I didn’t do anything.”
Sierra’s forehead creased. “Then why was I ripped from the comfort of my thousand-count sheets to come down here for an emergency meeting?”
“No one said it was an emergency.”
Sierra’s eyes went wide. “At this hour, it had better be an emergency. Otherwise, there is no reason I should be here. This could have been done at a normal hour.”
Grant heaved a sigh as he shook his head.
Kyle shifted in his seat. “Maybe we ought to let him tell us why we’re here because now, I’m getting concerned.”
“You’re probably here so Daddy can give you a lecture on not kissing Julia now that she and Daddy are really married and staying together.” Sierra took a long sip of her coffee to punctuate the statement.
Kyle clenched his jaw as he narrowed his eyes at her.
“Enough. Be quiet the both of you.” Grant sucked in a breath as he prepared his statement to them, setting his clasped hands on his mahogany desk. “Julia is back. Not under contract. She came back of her own free will after a long discussion about our relationship.”
“How long, exactly?” Sierra asked.
Grant knitted his brows. “What?”
“How long of a discussion? Was this like a not-super-long talk like I love you, I love you, too, yay, we’re in love, let’s go home sort of thing, or…was it more like a long, drawn-out situation with crying and begging?”
Grant screwed up his face at the question.
Kyle bobbed his head. “Yeah, I’d like the answer to that, too. I mean, how much free will was involved?”
Grant pressed his lips together, a frown creasing his features. This was going to be a battle. He scrubbed his face with his hands. “It wasn’t…she…we had a conversation in which Julia agreed to come back.”
“Oh my goodness,” Sierra said, her voice rife with disappointment. “You somehow screwed this up.”
“I…” Grant flicked his gaze to Worthington who offered him a subtle shrug. “I didn’t screw it up.”
“Oh really?” Sierra asked. “Julia ‘agreed’ to come back. That description leaves something to be desired. And this early morning summons means something is wrong. You messed up somehow.”
“Julia accepted my proposal and Grandma Harrington’s ring, and–”
“Wait, what? You gave her Grandma Harrington’s ring?”
Grant shifted in his seat. “Yes, I did.”
“Well, there we go. It’ssmallerthan the first ring you got her. You should have gonebigger.” Sierra rolled her eyes at him. “Easy fix. Buy her a ten-carat diamond. Solved. Can I go back to bed now?”
“No, it’s not solved. Julia loves the ring. She doesn’t like ostentatious things. That’s not why you’re here.”
“Then why?” Sierra asked.
