Page 194 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“So you understand this?” asked Matt and turned to her.
She laughed harder. “Not even a little.”
He laughed too and then they started kissing again.
“Lads on tour,” sighed Nigel.
My phone buzzed and I pulled it out. Ash had sent me a selfie of herself in a sexy workout outfit surrounded by workout equipment. “This cute guy keeps hitting on me at the gym. Will you still love me if I fuck him?”
I stared at the way her sports bra was pushing up her breasts.
“There,” said Jacob and pointed to my phone.
I quickly covered the screen with my hands. “That’s my girlfriend, grandson.”
“Hoes before bros.”
Matt groaned. “Jacob, please don’t say that.”
Jacob giggled. “Okay, coach.” He scooted closer to me. “Hoes before bros,” he whispered.
I high fived him. Okay, it was time to get focused. “I also like redheads. But we’re looking for a pretty brunette in the crowd.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“Brunette means dark hair.”
He cocked his head to the side. “But she’s pretty?”
“Yes,” I said.
“That doesn’t sound right.”
I laughed.
The next few days were more of the same. Great sporting matches, Matt being very confused, and my grandson finding all the hottest redheads in the stands. And it was a good thing Jacob was here to be on the lookout, because Ash kept sending me the most distracting texts.
On Tuesday her boss sent her on a business trip. At first she seemed annoyed about it, but then I got a text with a gif of Ash laughing at a fancy hotel bar. I couldn’t see who she was talking to. But the accompanying text read: “This business trip is actually pretty fun. All the guys here are so friendly.”
On Wednesday she sent me a picture of herself in white lingerie in her hotel room. She was wearing stockings again. It was like she was trying to torture me. The text read: “Just got to our prospective client’s room. Think I’ll be able to close the deal?”
Ha.That was definitely just her own room.
“I don’t understand,” said Matt. “It seems a whole lot like baseball but...”
I looked up from my phone. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Matthew.”
“Baseball is basic,” said Nigel.
“So basic, coach,” said Jacob.
I ruffled Jacob’s hair and looked back at Matt. “Son, if you’d just pay attention...”
Matt ignored me and looked down at Chloe. “When we get home I’m going to take you to a real baseball game.”
Brooklyn laughed. But I was more focused on the brunette who’d just walked by us. Was that Karima?
I reached for the zapper in my pocket. But then she turned and I saw her face.
