Page 78 of Saved By A Dark Billionaire
Tomorrow Ian and I are going to the school bonfire. We're hoping everyone will leave us alone since they'll be entertained with football. We are bringing marshmallows and sticks to roast them with. Roasted marshmallows are the best!
Dad has been busy with fighting, which is great because he's been winning. It's inflated his ego enough to keep him from drinking as much. He also bought groceries for once. We currently have a fully stocked fridge.
I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. We both know life never stays this good.
Hoping for the best, but preparing for the worst.
A happy, Past You
Is this how she still feels? Does she think she can never be happy for long? I'll prove her wrong. I will make her the happiest woman alive. I'll give everything she asks for plus everything she needs. Starting with finding her dad.
"Hello?" Connor answered.
"Hey man, I need a favor."
"Yeah, what's up?" Connor is an old classmate turned PI. He knows how to find anyone and dig up the best dirt. I've kept his number through the years.
"I need you to find a Nick Brewer and tell me everything you can dig up on him. He's currently in town but lives in New Hampshire. He has one daughter, Olive Brewer and an ex wife Abigail Rose, recently deceased. He's a retired MMA fighter now, not sure what he does for employment now. I need to know what reason he'd have for coming here to talk with his daughter. Think you can do it?" I asked him seriously.
"You know I can. How quickly do you need this done?"
"The sooner the better. Yesterday would have been great," I joked.
"I'm on it. I'll send you the bill after." He hung up after, not waiting for me to utter a word. I know he'll do it and he'll do it quickly and accurately.Let's see what you're actually in town for, Nick.I headed out of the car back towards her building, knowing she'd be out of class soon. I should have asked what class she was in so I could have waited for her outside her door.It's too late now.
I hung around the entrance of the building, waiting for her to emerge. My hands were deep in my pockets and I was lightly kicking around a small rock between my feet. I miss playing soccer. I need to find a community team to join again. I haven't played since Ivy died. She was always at my games, cheering me on from the sidelines.
"I hope you weren't too awfully bored waiting on me." Her voice made me look away from the small rock.
"Your journals kept me entertained." I winked at her. "Can't wait to see what happened to Ian." She flushed pink with embarrassment. I loved seeing her cheeks turn that beautiful shade of crimson. She looked almost mortified.
"Oh God, you're already there?" She cringed.
"Sure am." I nodded with a playful smirk.
"I'm wondering if maybe I should have started you in college. My high school journals are so embarrassing, depressing, and cringy."
"No way! And miss this fun?" I shook my head at her. "I'm glad I get to read about high school you. She's quite comical." Rose groaned in embarrassment.
"I'm glad you think so, because many others didn't." She took my hand as she began to walk. I smiled, happy she initiated our hand holding this time.
"So where to now, Rose? Have another class?"
"Not until later. We have a couple of hours to kill, and I want to use them to get to know you," she said, guiding me through the familiar campus. I was surprised by her words.
"Oh? Is it because you're falling in love with me you want to get to know me better?" I teased her, grabbing her in my arms and pulling her back.
"Asshole. I shouldn't have said anything." She shook her head as she smacked at my arm. It was cute, making me chuckle.
"We both know you didn't mean to say it, but I'm sure as fuck glad you did." I kissed her temple, making her still against me. "Tell me what you want to know and I'll share."
"Give me your life story, the same way I gave you mine. We'll start there."
I sighed, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders right now. She wanted my life story, but like hers, it was a sad one. It seems only fair, and the fact she wants to know everything about me, makes me jump for joy. She's starting to want me more and more with each passing day, and I couldn't be happier about it.
"Okay, Rose. Let's go to the car. I'll spill my dirty little secrets to you." I winked at her. We headed towards my car hand in hand. I opened her door as usual, allowing her to sit in the passenger seat. I took my place behind the wheel. I turned to face her, taking a deep breath before beginning my sad tale.
"I was born here in New York. My mother met my father in college and fell madly in love. They had Lisa the year after graduation and me two years after. Growing up we never needed anything monetary. Dad's business had taken off and he'd become a millionaire in no time, reaching a billion around the time I turned 7. The better his business did the worse his mood got. You'd think it'd be the other way, but not with dad. The more success he had, the more work he made for himself. We all walked around eggshells at home, trying not to trigger him in any way. There was no laughter in our home, just rigid smiles. Until I met John and Leo, anyway." I smiled sadly at the reminder of John in his casket.
