Page 3 of Believing in a Billionaire
Grant curved his fingers into a fist as he contemplated the words he was about to say. He recalled the hesitance Julia displayed in their conversation the night before. Her subsequent kiss had spoken volumes of her love, but the tears that had come first were burned into his mind.
She was here, yes, but her heart was still guarded, scarred from his past. Convincing her wasn’t just about words, but showing her every day that he was different now, different fromthe man he was in the past. “Julia agreed to a real marriage…but she had some reservations.”
“Oh, thank heavens. She’s as smart as I thought,” Kyle said with a nod.
Grant glared at him with a clenched jaw.
“Reservations?” Sierra asked with an arched eyebrow.
“Yes. And I convinced her that I could make her happy…and I promised I’d prove it to her...and I have six months to do it.”
Sierra’s eyes went wide and her jaw unhinged. “Six months? That’s it? We’re in the same stupid position we were before?”
“No, we are not,” Grant insisted. “Because now we both know how we feel. But I called this family meeting because I want Julia to have no doubts at the end of these six months that we are perfect for each other.”
“Well, if you buy a new ring, that’s a start.”
Grant leapt from his chair and paced the floor behind his desk. “Will you please stop with the new ring? It has nothing to do with the ring.”
“Uhhh, I beg to differ,” Sierra answered.
“Look, the ring isn’t a problem, trust me.”
“Trust you? Like we trusted you to bring Julia home for good and you only managed six months?”
Kyle nodded. “She’s got a point.”
“It’s not six months. It’s a lifetime. After Julia has the most perfect six months of her life. I want her to be so deliriously happy, that she can’t even think of leaving this house.”
He twisted to find Sierra pointed toward her ring finger.
“Stop that. What we need to do is make sure we don’t have anything going on like we’ve had for the past two years. And with your mother behind bars, that should be simple. But I want everyone on board with this, okay? No…crazy issues,” he said with a glance at Sierra before he shifted his gaze to Kyle. “No stunts. No kissing Julia out of the blue.”
Kyle raised his hand. “Question. What if Julia says it’s okay?”
Grant offered him an incredulous stare. “Why would that happen?”
“I don’t know, I just want to be prepared in case it does.”
Grant clenched his teeth, his words a low growl. “Don’t kiss Julia.”
“Daddy, it might be best to just ask Kyle to move out. Then, he can’t stalk Julia and kiss her.”
“I’m not stalking her. Julia and I are friends.”
“I’m not asking Kyle to move out because that might upset Julia, and the goal is that she is not upset at all. Any problems, you bring them to me, not Julia. I don’t want her overwhelmed. Got it?”
“Right. Don’t bother Julia with any problems, instead, we should just dump everything on you. This could have been distilled in an email or text so my rest wasn’t disturbed. Is that it?” Sierra asked.
“No, it couldn’t have been. I need a commitment from everyone in this room that we’re all going to ensure Julia’s happiness.”
His eyes scanned the three people in the room.
“Well?” he demanded, throwing his arms out to the sides.
“Fine, Daddy. There’s no reason to get so upset,” Sierra said. “Honestly.”
He flicked his gaze to Kyle.
