Page 149 of Misdeeds of a Billionaire
“How was school today?” I asked them all. Answers came in at the same time as I shifted the car into first gear.
“I got the best drawing—”
“Bad boy spilled my juice.”
It took no time for Achille and Brielle to start shoving their shoulders into each other.
“What did you do in school today?” I asked Ares, keeping an eye on my two youngest in the back seat.
My eldest gave me a serious look. “It was good. I got my test results.”
“And?”
He grinned. “I aced it.”
“I knew you would.” I flicked him a look. “You know, though, it’s not all about those grades. Make sure you have fun too.”
“I know, Dad. You’re the only one who says that, by the way. All the other parents nag their kids to get all As.”
I shrugged. “Not all parents are as great as your maman and me.”
He rolled his eyes. At least he had that teenage quality.
“How about you, Brielle and Achille?”
They stopped shoving each other and grinned, like they were innocent little angels. My kids—all three of them—were so fucking adorable, I could barely take it.
“I played with my friends,” Achille announced.
“And I caused… havoc.” Brielle tested the word on her lips, then grinned. “Yes, havoc.”
Achille shoved his shoulder into his baby sister. “You are a havoc.”
“Achille, don’t give your baby sister a hard time.” He rolled his eyes. “You and Ares have to look after her, okay?”
“But not when she causes havoc,” Achille muttered.
Ares burst out laughing. “Brielle will probably look after Achille and then beat him up.”
I bit back a smile. Brielle, much like her mother, was a force to be reckoned with. She was only five, but she was fearless. She had the intelligence of a ten-year-old, and sometimes it took all of us to deal with her and outsmart her.
It was the highlight of our lives lately.
“Daddy, can we have ice cream?” My heart beamed every single time I heard her call me that. I met her big blue eyes in the rearview mirror. “Pretty please.”
“Maman won’t be happy if she learns we had ice cream before we picked her up. You know she likes it as much as you do.”
She blinked her eyes innocently. “We can go again after we pick her up.”
Like I said, too smart for her own good. So fucking cute.
She wore a bright blue dress with pink bows, pink shoes, and a blue hairband. Her fashion drove Odette crazy. She definitely took after her Aunt Billie in that department.
The sun reflected off Brielle’s necklace and I frowned. “Baby, what’s that around your neck?”
If I thought the sun was bright, I was so wrong. Her smile practically blinded me. “Uncle Winston gave me a present for being so good,” she announced. “It’s a necklace with a real diamond.”
No fucking shit. And by the looks of it, it was a big-ass diamond. Jesus fucking Christ. Was Winston trying to have my children beaten and robbed in school?
