The Billionaire's First Glance

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ht about the beautiful goddess in the café. Why didn't I approach her

demanded excellence from everyone around him. When my father passed away when I was 14 years old, my grandfather stepped in to be the father figure I needed. My mother, in her insurmountable grief, had stepped away from me after my father's death. I had lost both parents the day my father died. I owed everything to this man. Even during my years a

ng grey eyes, cocked brow, and grinning smirk were undeniable. I had seen it many times being used on women all over the place. Hell, I

I coug

ed around. "Oh, it looks like you hav

you to call me Carringto

ed my grandfather's a

see," I laughed

ead yet,"

be doing it in heaven

d smiled his

handed him his coffee and sat in

need to talk to me about today that you had Sa

EO at Michaels Investment Group." I cringed at my full na

I thought they would carry him out of the o

her? Is everything

ve time to think laying here in this damn hospital bed." He sighed. I know he mi

erim CEO in my absence; I want y

ather, nothing good ev

r playboy ways," he stated. "In fact, t

hours. He only hid his ways behind the premise of being a family man with a wife and the standard two kids. He couldn

father, to gain the bo

boy. You have until Dece

" I look at my grand

answers, "You secure a marriage by

's only 6 weeks away. All the women I had ever been with were disposable. Golddiggers or no one of conseq

rupted by nurse Bethan

t's time for y

ood up and walked

he clock is ticking, Nathaniel." He then sat in the wheelcha

r, tick, tick, tick, Nathan. I leaped to my feet and headed