Page 3 of Damaged Billionaire Daddy
Her current fling probably rolled over her to her stomach, so she wouldn’t choke herself and then left her there, deeming his job finished.
My mom was probably the only one right now with a life more pathetic than mine.
I could just go to her house, but who knew what would be waiting for me there.
Where else can I go?
The tears started to fall more freely, as I rolled to a stop for a red light. I felt like the biggest loser on the planet. No friends and no family except… Why didn’t I think of them before?
I wiped the tears from my cheeks and cleared my throat. She’d know if I’ve been crying.
I reached over and grab my phone before punching her number in, just as the light turned green. Despite the time, it only rang for a couple seconds before she answered.
“Kandy-Kane, my sweet girl. How are you doing?” My grandmother’s sweet voice immediately made me feel warm inside. She was the one person that’s always been there for me when I needed her, both her and my grandfather.
“Mimi,” I said, fighting to keep the tears at bay. “I really need someplace to go, right now. I’m going through a few things, and… Do you guys still live outside of LA?” I used to make fun of them for living outside the action of the city, but it was where they’re happiest.
“Of course!” she exclaimed. “You know you don’t even have to ask. Come on sweet girl.”
California.That’s just the place to take a break away from my life. Sure, it was a three-day drive, but that would give me time to clear my head and to think.
Chapter two
Richie
“I’m not happy with this, Andrea,” I snapped into my phone and wrinkled my nose, as I pulled onto a deep road. My secretary had set up this meeting. She usually knew what she was talking about. But she was way off her mark this time.
My brother, Andrew, might have enjoyed it. But he was in Africa, doing a volunteer run with Doctors without Borders. Lonely spaces and ne’er do wells were his specialty.
To be fair, Caleb, my driver, did offer to drive me. But I’d been convinced that I would enjoy the scenery until remembering that I was from Las Vegas and currently resided in New York City.
I was used to the bustling cars and people screaming at each other rather than the absolute silence and seeing a gas station every ten miles.
Nothing about the countryside was comforting to me in the slightest, and it felt like a waste of my time that I was even out here.
“If you couldn’t meet him out there then you wouldn’t have gotten the opportunity to try it,” she reminded me, doing her best to calm me down.
An angry Richie was notone that people wanted to mess with. I winced as my well-sprung Porsche hit a bump even it couldn’t handle.
Yeah, Andy would love it. Rylie would think I was crazy. It would have been Mom’s perfect bag, but Dad would have hated it. Not that their opinion mattered anymore.
Two years ago they’d gone down with their yacht off the coast of Libya after visiting my brother. I still wasn’t over their deaths.
The yacht, which was supposed to be state of the art and unsinkable, had been my birthday present to Mom because she’d always wanted to sail around the world. Dad just wanted to be wherever Mom was.
“If it’s so good, then why isn’t he global?” I snarled, hating the direction my thoughts have gone just as the GPS tells me to get onto a narrow road.
I squinted, doing as it says, skeptically. If another car wanted to drive past, it wouldn’t be able to. There was hardly enough room for my car, let alone two.
“Family owned business. They hardly ever go beyond local.”
She was right, but that didn’t make any of this more pleasant. “And tell me again why a representative couldn’t go?”
“He insisted that he meet the owner of the company out of respect.”
Out of respect, huh?I didn’t believe that for one second. He probably wanted to make a point, and it would do more harm than good for me to be in the room with a man who thought he was the alpha.
No business deal was worth my pride, and I couldn’t stand to let any man be more powerful than me.
