Page 13 of Billionaire's Fantasy
“Hey Dad,” I answer, trying to sound nonchalant.
“Amber, I wanted to check in with you. How’s the trip going so far?”
“It’s been amazing, Dad. The resort is beautiful, and I’ve been getting some great footage for my vlog. I can’t wait to share it with my followers.”
“That’s great to hear. Listen, I know this is a lot to ask, but I wanted to discuss something with you.”
“Sure, Dad, what’s up?”
“There was a lot of footage of you in the videos you sent me. I would rather you concentrate on the resort, the staff, all that, you know. Save your persona for your selfies, okay? I really need as much information as possible before I can invest, and videos of you in your swimsuit don’t help my decision.”
His voice is dripping with condescension.
I take a deep breath. This is the real reason I’m going on all these trips.
After my very public breakup with Mike, after everything, my social media presence was suffering. Mike cost me a lot of my followers, and this travel and lifestyle vlogging was a way of making sure I didn’t lose out on my brand partnerships.
So, instead of saying what I really mean, I plaster a fake smile, as if he could sense it through the phone, “Of course, Dad. I’m happy to help in any way I can.”
“Great. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of on this trip. And Amber, I’m proud of you. I know this hasn’t been easy, but you’re making the most of it.”
Proud of me for what? It was not like he really appreciates what I do for a living. In fact, in many ways, he is a lot like Jackson.
“Thanks, Dad. I appreciate it.” I blatantly lied to him.
I can’t help but think about what my dad said. I know he means well, but sometimes it is hard to separate our personal and professional lives. Growing up my dad was always working. I was either with my grandma or left alone. His intentions to make enough money to provide for me was honest. But what I needed more than all the money, was a father that tells me he loves me and is there for me. But I can’t let that distract me. I need to stay focused on my goals and keep building my brand. And who knows? Maybe this trip will lead to something more.
It is worth the try. On the last day, I have gotten a lot more inquiries about my skincare routine than about my douchebag ex, Mike, and that is a win in my book.
After hanging up with my dad, I turn to Olivia, who is patiently waiting for me to wrap up my call. “Hey, Olivia. Are we ready to board?”
“Yes, Amber. We’re all set. Follow me, please.”
I grab my carry-on bag and follow her onto the private plane.
Just like the first time, I’m still more than impressed by the interior of the plane. The walnut-colored wood paneling gives the plane a high-end touch. The different designer-chosen fabrics, give the jet an exclusive but also inviting taste. Makes me feel stupid for spilling my drink the other day.
I notice that all seats remain unoccupied.
“Still just us for the flight, huh?”
“Yep,” she replies as she helps me into my seat. “Just you, me, and Jackson.”
I groan at the mention of his name. “Jackson and I don’t really get along.”
“Well, he is a grumpy one. But once you get to know him, he is the sweetest guy ever.”
I hardly believe that but choose to keep quiet. The way she immediately came to his defense had bells ringing in my head. The two of them are probably a thing.
Makes sense, seeing as they are two of the most gorgeous people I have come across in a while.
“I think I will just stay away for now.”
She smirks at me. “Did you enjoy your visit, Miss Scott?”
I beam at her, knowing that this is an attempt at changing the subject.
“Yes. I did. You?”
