Page 13 of Not About That Life
Gerald shakes his head. It seems the question alone annoyed him. “No, I don’t and I never have. But to be honest…?”
“Yes?”
“Ian often brought home these children he called dates just to get a rise out of me and Father. I know why he likes younger women and it’s not because he wants to control them. You and our mum also have that in common; you two were significantly younger than your partners.”
I probably shouldn’t ask… “How much younger?”
“Ten years,” Gerald replies and my stomach bottoms out. “Dad met mum when she was fresh out of high school, though it was some time before they dated and got married. Probably five years or so.”
The parallels between me and Lula Jean are starting to creep me the fuck out. I feel like I’m trying to keep up with a dead woman, whose Jimmy Choos would be incredibly hard to fill.
“Sometimes I do think you might be too good for my brother,” he softly smiles, “just don’t tell him I said that or he’ll rip us both a new one.”
“I won’t,” I smile.
“One last thing,” Gerald briefly closes the door and leans against it. He softly chews his bottom lip before he continues. “I know what you did for us the other day was huge and it was something you didn’t have to but did. I apologize for tricking you into doing it but it was the only way we could trap the assholes.”
It was the first time I’ve heard Gerald curse and it sounds so polite like he was discussing the weather. “Apology accepted.”
“I took the liberty of transferring the five hundred thousand fee into your bank account so you should be receiving it soon. Father also told me he talked to you about whatever you wanted and the offer still stands. Whatever you want, we’ll get for you.”
Diversify your assets, Domi. Now’s your chance…“There is something I might want but I need to do a bit more research first,” I begin, “however, if I do accept the offer I do have a solid condition.”
“Sure,” Gerald shrugs, “whatever you want.”
What I’m about to say is going to start a chain of events that I’m going to end up regretting a year later but Michael’s words shook me to the core and I have no choice. I need Ian to remember he’s messing with Regina Kimbrough’s daughter and I don’t take any bullshit, no matter how big and beautiful the dick is.
If I was put in potential danger because of some Shakespearean drama between families, I need to be well compensated.
Even if it costs me everything. “I don’t want Ian to know about this.”
