Page 327 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“It really does feel that way,” said Nigel. “Because itisthat way.”
“What?” asked Brooklyn.
Nigel, stop it!Some secrets still had to be kept! I cleared my throat.
Robert laughed.
“Anyway. Where was I? Matthew. Will you be my best...son?”
Matt laughed. “Best son? Really?”
I shrugged. Matt had seemed like a sad, lost puppy when I’d first met him. I’d taken the lad under my wing. And yes, I knew he thought I was younger than him. But I was really more than 300 years older than him. And in a lot of ways, he did feel like my son.
“I never thought I’d actually be happy that you called me son.” He smiled. “Of course I’ll be your best son.”
“Abuelo,” said Chloe.
“Did you just hear that?!” I picked her up. “Baby genius, say it again.”
“Abuelo.”
I smiled down at her.
Matt put his arm around my shoulders. “I was just messing with you earlier. She’s been saying Abuelo for a week, actually. It was her first word.”
I felt tears welling in my eyes. “Thanks, son.”
Matt slapped my back. “Now someone teach me how to play myfather’sfavorite game.”
I laughed as I held my granddaughter against my chest. I couldn’t believe she’d said my name first. It felt like my heart might burst out of my chest.
Brooklyn wrapped her arm behind my back and rested her head on my shoulder as she stared down at Chloe. “I think you’re her favorite.”
I couldn’t stop smiling.
But I smiled even harder when I whooped everyone’s asses in croquet. Stinger, teams, and individuals. And I had to admit, stinger was quite a bit of fun. Maybe modern-day billionaires weren’t bastardizing the game.
“Tanner,” said Chastity and pulled me toward the refreshment table. “I’ve been on my phone for the past hour and...we have to postpone.”
“Postpone what?”
“The wedding. It’s just not enough time to plan the perfect bachelorette party. Every suite around is already booked.”
I laughed. “There is no bachelorette party.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Ash already had one of those.”
Chastity looked appalled. “That was for a different wedding. It doesn’t count!”
“It happenedveryrecently. It counts. And trust me, Ash doesn’t want another one. She just wants me.”
Chastity sighed. “Can I at least help pick the wedding strippers?”
“What is a wedding stripper?”
She seemed shocked. “How do you not know this? You own a sex club, right? It’s a stripper. At a wedding. It’s right there in the name…”
