HOW TO STEAL A BILLIONAIRE'S HEART (18+)

grin because I'd been looking forward to

me I'd seen him. My dad, Robert Jones, is the senior head content editor for the election campaigns of the US se

the election's advertising campaigns and moved to Washington DC and has b

came quite difficult for us to meet frequently. Days turned into weeks an

le I searched for a familiar face. I perched my s

e open, his back facing me. His posture was hun

harsh and sitting out in the open seemed more than appeal

m behind and lightly pecked him on his cheek. Not

to the old days and how his laugh would put me at ease. I sat opposite him

" I said, rolling my eyes with a sm

rinned, his eyes crin

looked at him expectantly. "So... how have

ok relaxed and his eyes were twinkling with mirth. The way his lips were curved upwards the whole time was a sign t

here and..." I drawled the last part intentionally to ignite his anticipa

I don't know what it was but half our sentences were just that.

in the ZAE Inc's advertising department," I gus

erprises," he said, his emotions taking over. I could see the pride glistening in his blue eyes. "B

wo days ago. Plus, I wanted to

a glass of lemonade in front of me along with the other goodies. The delectable snacks u

your mother con

hing in our case. We haven't

action. He must not have expect

I asked him rhetorically and scoffed. "To tell me that the only gift she wants is and I quote, 'sexy lingerie and swimsuit'. Lik

and especially a kid. A few years after I was born, she couldn't take it anymore and wanted to leave, saying

of them already hung in her wardrobe. Because I sw

I cracked a smile a

te and going on a world tour to carry out diff

, I stared at my dad who seemed to be in a deep

rent reason but this time he'd added a P.S. in the message saying that he wanted to share some

rim of the glass but his smile never faltered.

teased, suppressing a chuckle but I was beyond flabbergasted when his

ver his features. I've never seen my dad looking all mushy and diffident about anything in

sped, cupping my cheeks, not re

with someone I love," he confessed with a sheepish smile and my jaw unhinged ev

ation ironically funny. "Please tell me that you're joking." I bit

er and showed me his hands in a calm down

dn't have bothered me much if he chose his ladies sensibly but that's never been the case. All his exes have thought of my dad as a le

er at me for talking rational stuff with my dad. All they'd ever wanted was money and exposure. And trust me when I say this that they

ks like honestly never because I could tell that it wouldn't last long bec

k insouciant but failing miserably. I tried to keep my face up, I really d

ready to take the next step in our life together," he told me, not really paying heed to my livid exp

ng so preposterous lately." My intentions were not to hurt him but I could alread

oney. I know for a fact

away. "I highly doubt that,"

istake twice," he assured me but I wasn't buying any of it. I needed some

he energy out of me, considering we hadn't even talked about it much. Who would

wanna tell you." For some reason, he se

an my dad marrying off

ants to m

use the name didn't ring a bell.

me an apologetic smile. It reminded me so much of Chelsea. "Oops,