Page 31 of Don't Fall for the Billionaire
“I know you love your daughter. But, if it’s honesty you want, I think you can do better.”
“And if I don’t know how to do better?”
“You do, Ashton. All you have to do is tap into fatherhood, and it will come naturally.”
He pulled up to the townhouse, and I climbed out. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I shut the door.
Walking up the steps to the porch, I opened the front door and set my briefcase down. I could hear music blasting through the house, so I stood around the corner of the living room and watched Charlotte and Eloise hip-hop dancing to some hip-hop music that I despised. I couldn’t believe how good Charlotte was, as well as my daughter. When the music ended, I slowly clapped my hands and stepped into the living room.
“Hi, Dad,” Eloise said.
“Hi, sweetheart.” I walked over and kissed the top of her head. “You two having fun?”
“Yeah. Did you know that Charlotte used to take hip hop classes and was a dance teacher?”
“No. I didn’t know that.” I looked at Charlotte.
“Why don’t you go take a shower and get ready for bed?” Charlotte told her.
“Okay.” Eloise ran up the stairs.
I followed Charlotte into the kitchen.
“I didn’t know you taught dance.”
She opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water.
“I picked up a second job after my mother became ill. We needed the money for her medical care. I was a secretary by day, dancer by night.” She smirked.
“You mean, dance teacher, right?”
“Yes. Do I look like the type of person who would strip down to nothing and climb on a pole?” Her brow arched.
“No. You were really good.”
“Thanks. My teachers always told me I was a natural-born dancer.”
“You never wanted to pursue a dancing career?” I asked.
“No. It was just for fun.”
“I’m ready for bed,” Eloise said, walking into the kitchen. “Come on, Charlotte. Tuck me in.”
“I’ll tuck you in, sweetheart,” I said.
“No, thanks. I want Charlotte.”
“Well, that’s too bad. I’m tucking you in tonight. Give Charlotte a kiss goodnight.”
“No.” She crossed her arms and pouted. “I don’t want you to tuck me in. I want Charlotte.”
Sighing, I grabbed her and threw her over my shoulder.
“Dad, stop it!”
“Say goodnight to Charlotte before she’s out of sight.”
“Good night, Charlotte.”
