Page 132 of Money Reigns
Eventually.
Because what we have…
It’s not temporary.
It’s not casual.
And it’s sure as fuck not optional.
I’m happy.
For once in my life, I’mtrulyhappy.
For a man like me, that’s gold.
Worth more than money.
And in my world, money reigns supreme.
Not for me, not anymore. Money is now my tool to watch that smile burst onto her gorgeous face.
Olivia Baker has me.
Fuck.
My phone lights up.
One name. One man.
And a rage I haven’t felt in a long time roars to life.
I answer.
“Hello, Father.”
“Dinner this weekend. Your mother is expecting the three of you. Make it happen.”
The call ends.
Something old claws up my throat; I swallow metal.
My jaw’s tight. My knuckles tighter.
Dinner.
A summons.
Clipped words that actually mean:Just shift things around, War. Drop everything. Fly to Paris.
Make it happen.
Fuck him.
I drop the phone face-down on the desk and scrub a hand over my jaw. The anger pulses like a second heartbeat. My first instinct is to go alone. Handle it. Get in, get out, survive the emotional minefield of their table, their smiles, their fucking expectations.
But then I glance at the door.
She’s here.
