Page 8 of Billionaire's Desire
Before he can get another word out, I turn around and walk to the cashier.
I pay for the bottle and walk out into the parking lot where my trusty little Mini Cooper waits for me.
What a rude man!
However, I will not let this man ruin my day. The two times I met him today I ended up in a bad mood.
Hopefully, this is not a pattern. I don’t need more bad luck in my life.
Chapter 3
Max
Whatintheheavenlyfuck was that?
Fuck!
This day keeps getting worse and worse.
And I don’t know this Uber driver, but somehow we keep getting off on the wrong foot.
When I first ran late for my meeting after wasting half my morning in another one, I thought that that was the worst of it. I was obviously wrong.
Then the encounter with the rude driver happened and I got to the meeting with a few minutes to spare.
The entire meeting was redundant and boring and I caught myself daydreaming about Mia’s body more than once. In my defense, my girlfriend is super hot.
But after that meeting, Finn called me, he wants to talk to me urgently. I took an Uber immediately after and headed to our offices.
By the time I got there, I found Finn in my office already waiting.
“Hey bro. Everything okay?”
He shakes his head at me. “I am okay Max. You have got to stop asking me that.”
I scan his physique. He still has dark circles under his eyes, which means he is still having trouble sleeping, but his suit is impeccable and not a single strand of hair is out of place. He is clearly doing relatively okay, all things considered.
When I got a call from him asking me to come in, my heart had nearly dropped out of my chest.
I would never admit this to anyone, but ever since Penelope died, I have had this fear that he might do something drastic, something to hurt himself.
This loss has been really hard on him.
“I have to worry about you. It is my job as your brother.”
He smirks at me, “Well, I hope you remember that when I give you the next piece of news.”
Oh for fuck sake!
“What did you do?”
“Well,” he fiddles with the cufflinks on his shirt, “I got us a major deal.”
“This is good news, right?”
“It depends.”
I arch an eyebrow at him.
