My Ex-Boyfriend's Billionaire Dad

eet, I couldn't believe how q

my office, and now here I was walking

I couldn't answer. I had been doing well and thought I w

roken off my fling with the boss. Obviously, t

t a part of me knew it was my own

ear, and I had called it off when I found

ried, and I refused to kno

bagel before taking a seat. I realized gloomily that I wouldn't be a

le to get by. It was better than how I had

ve a shot at a better life, and the moment I left school I had been

universe had

p my phone, browsing through

llow in self-pity, I ne

s, and even though I hated the job, it w

ld have been an art professor, but

able to feed me seemed far

of bagel into my mouth w

ately, even though it had been a few ye

aleb, my ex-boyfriend who had onc

Fancy seei

the companies," he paused to wrap an arm around a

he large diamond rock on her finger, "How's your dad doin

-known businessman, and one of the most notorious billio

pretty pissed with him

ble since we met at school, I had been fourteen and he was fifteen. We

I knew we weren't meant for one another after that fateful night at my p

ther mad at your dad

s with two hookers in it. The problem was the press c

ently, Mr. Grimes real

had harbored a silly crush on him for a very long tim

leb's infidelities

's wrong?"

'm just thinking how embarra

ndad is hoping to have Selma and I around and w

e so." I took a

her to the gala,"

not invite me to anything

hosting a charity gala. Selma's right, you shou

'm available. Job hunting

be a lot of businessmen there, ma

." And I would. I just wasn't sure if it w

ully avoided him for years, was it tim

the possible job opportunities I could

hat? I'd lo

ail you an offi

aid our goodbyes

sion, but I also realized that this m

ng stop me from getting it.

gel, I took my latte and l

he gala, but I didn't have spare money to waste on dres

e than anything for a gala, but it was better than jeans, so it would have to do. I only

I would have a nap before getting bac

gala, but I would still keep my optio

ith an email from Caleb with an

shutting my laptop. I turned my back on it and chewed at my thumbnai

t to ask Caleb if his father would be there

aptop and logged onto the internet,

n happier to see that although Mr. Grimes had been the organizer, he was

that this was a sign sent from

an RSVP before shutt

up and took a seat on the sofa in front of the television, watching a true

right after all, which was a welcome feel

working for them I could finish my study in art, once that wa

ain for the first t

t life had a way of working itself out, and I was sure there woul

o be a coincidence that I had seen

for me, and I