Page 15 of His Weekend Girl
“Oh yes,” Trixie cleared her throat. “The room is great.”
“Breakfast will be served promptly at 8:30 every morning. Come as you will, but the kitchen will stop serving breakfast at 9:30. Lunch will be served at noon. If you want a snack, just ask Terrell and he’ll prepare something for you. Please don’t go into the kitchen unless you have to. It’s a rule that was established because of the kids.” Maria offered a soft smile. “Dinner is always served at six and it ends at seven. While the other meals are optional, you must be at dinner every night.
“You’ll find a weekend itinerary for all of the events and gatherings,” Maria explained, “again, you’re expected to attend all of these if not most of them. If you can’t attend, please let Mr. and Mrs. McGinnis know so they don’t have to make excuses why you can’t.”
Grant nodded. It sounded like that rule was in place because of theotherMcGinnis couple. “Don’t worry, we’ll attend just about all of them unless something more pressing comes up,” he held Trixie’s waist and kissed her temple, “ain’t that right, baby?”
The tension rippled between them, creating an electric current. Trixie suddenly found breathing hard. “That’s right, baby.”
CHAPTER TEN
HELLO GRANT AND Princess,
Thank you for joining us for this holiday weekend. Attached is this weekend’s itinerary. While we don’t expect you to attend every event, we would love it if you could attend a few of them.
Sunday is the big white party so please make sure you wear all white – it has to be exactly white, not off-white. Think of Puff Daddy in the early 2000s, before he got charged with being a real baaaaaaaaad boooooooooy like he is now. #justiceforcassie #ripkimporter #nobabyoilhere
Other than that, have fun!
Sylvia
Grant was unsure if he liked his mother’s pop culture knowledge. It amused and embarrassed him, like a teen who’d walked in on his parents.
So far, the weekend was great, but then again, they hadn’t left their bedroom since they’d arrived an hour prior. Trixie was getting acclimated to the surroundings and Grant wanted to make sure he was ready to face the rest of the family. He’d successfully avoided them for the past year, but now he needed to face them all.
And try not to end up on someone’s edgy true crime podcast while he was at it.
He still remembered the feelings of being in that boardroom. He’d been unceremoniously dumped in front of the boardmembers, with his brother leading the charge. His father agreed with his brother and that was that.
It all worked out in the end – Grant started up his own very successful wealth investment firm that boasted of many clients who just might show up at the family’s weekend gathering. At least they would be a distraction from dealing with Charlotte and her henpecking friends.
He already saw how Charlotte wanted to get Trixie alone to intimidate and grill her about everything. Trixie handled her own with Grant, but the real test would be when it was just her and Charlotte. The last girlfriend ended up in tears and broke up with Grant on the spot because of Charlotte’s pettiness.
He just hoped Trixie would at least survive the weekend.
As Grant reviewed the itinerary, wondering how many annoying people he’d have to be friendly with at each event, a knock at the door interrupted him. “Come in,” he called out.
The bedroom door opened and Nathan walked in. “Hey there,” he greeted.
“Hey,” Grant didn’t look up, “what’s going on?”
“Oh, I just wanted to say hello and welcome back!” Nathan held his arms out for a hug and Grant’s eyes were focused on the itinerary still. Nathan dropped his arms. “Sorry, I wasn’t able to talk back there. I was on a major call with some of the investors!” He chuckled. “We’re trying to get a new face for the peanut butter cups and we’re trying to find someone who would play well to the market.”
“Okay,” Grant nodded. He noticed his parents put Bocce on the schedule. Grant didn’t know a single person who played that.
Nathan let out a small breath. Regarding family dynamics, it was clear which child favored which parent. Grant may have looked like Jack, but was more like Sylvia in personality. Nathan looked like Jack, but it was clear to everyone he was trying invain to be a better, younger of him. Sylvia was just way toohippyfor Nathan’s taste.
The one person Nathan still wanted to impress, for reasons he refused to go to therapy for, was Grant. If Grant went to Harvard, Nathan had to go to Yale. If Grant openly dated escorts, Nathan certainly cheated on his wife with them. If Grant was going to exile himself from the family, Nathan would be stuck.
And he’d been stuck for the past ten years. He never knew how heavy Grant’s load was until he had to carry it himself. “We’re looking at models for our makeup brand as well. Some influencers might do the trick,” Nathan replied.
“They might,” Grant’s eyes followed the rest of the itinerary. A big fireworks show on Sunday. He did look forward to that. He loved fireworks.
Nathan pulled the sheet away from Grant and crumpled it. “You can get another one. They’re a dime a dozen here.”
Grant finally turned to his brother. His light eyes pierced through Nathan’s brown eyes. “You wanted my attention and now you got it,” he intoned.
Nathan swallowed. Grant could still put the fear of God in him. He always addressed his brother like a father would a misbehaving child – with a stern look and a voice full of disgust. “It’s been ten years, Grant! You need to get over it!”
