Billionaire Single Dad

by Claire Adams

  “Fine, I’ll wear the red one,” I said.

  “And you’ll like it, damn it.”

  The rest of the work day flew by and I even snuck out a little early to get home and get ready. You would think that two hours was enough time to get dolled up for a date, but I really wanted four. There was showering, shaving, moisturizing, primping, and makeup to do. All so I could look like I hardly worked at all to get ready.

  By six-thirty, I was pacing my living room and trying to calm myself down. I had already talked with Connor on the phone and said goodnight. Eating something seemed silly, but my stomach was turning with excitement, so I made a little peanut butter toast and sat down while I waited.

  Dating wasn’t as easy as it had been when I was younger. Although, I really hadn’t dated all that much besides Spencer, I remembered it being easier. When Spencer came to get me for dates, I wasn’t nervous at all: I simply ran out of my parents’ house to his car and we took off for the night. Things were different now. So many things were different.

  After finishing my toast, I grabbed a towel and wiped my armpits. I felt like I was already sweating and I hadn’t even left the house yet. It was crazy how nervous I was because this was technically my third date with Brandon. We had already done some pretty damn intimate things together so there was no reason for me to be so nervous – yet I was.

  I practiced some deep breathing, checked my makeup a few more times, added some additional deodorant, and there was still twenty minutes until Brandon was supposed to arrive. Finally, I fell onto my couch and started to flip through a magazine to keep my mind busy as I waited.

  Nothing helped. I couldn’t calm down. My mind raced with the possibilities of the night and how things could either go wonderfully, or absolutely terribly. In my mind, those were the only two options to most situations in my life.

  “Mattie, I’m freaking out; you need to calm me down,” I said as I frantically dialed her number.

  “You’re fine. Stop getting in your head so much and have a drink,” she said. “Do you even own any alcohol?”

  “Yeah, I think there’s some old scotch in the liquor cabinet.”

  “Grab it. Drink a swig. It will give you the liquid courage you need to relax. Remember, this is just a date, and he is probably more nervous than you are.”

  “That’s not possible.”

  “Oh, it is. A guy like him might look like he has his life totally together, but you just never know what is really going on. You should treat him like he was out in his car just as nervous as you are right now.”

  “Okay, I’m pouring a drink right now. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, or later tonight if things go terribly wrong.”

  “I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” she said calmly.

  I poured at least two shots, possibly three, into a small glass and downed the strong alcohol quickly. The liquid burned going down, and I quickly filled the cup with water and drank that, as well.

  The warmth of the alcohol was instantly calming to me. It soothed my nerves just like Mattie had said and I took a few deep breaths just to help the process along a little. I heard his car pull up and slipped my shoes on and waited for him to knock. As I waited, I felt the alcohol working its way through me and a heavy buzz set in. It had been a long time since I had taken three shots of alcohol.

  When he knocked, I felt myself jump a little, but then I quickly went to the door. My hand stayed on the handle for a second while I let him wait and I tried to gather myself. I wasn’t having much luck gathering my emotions, though, and I started to giggle before Brandon had the chance to even say hello.

  “Either I look really silly in this suit, or someone was getting a little liquid courage before I got here.”

  “Is it that obvious?” I asked.

  “Do I make you that nervous?”

  “I wasn’t nervous,” I said totally unconvincingly. “Okay, yes, you make me nervous. Like sweating to death nervous, and I had a drink. Now can we stop talking about it because you’re making me even more nervous.”

  “That dress is one hell of a dress,” Brandon said as he obliged me and changed the subject. “We better get going; the traffic is going to be difficult tonight.”

  He gallantly held his arm out for me to grab onto and we walked out to a black hired car. The driver was waiting by the door and smiled at us as I climbed in followed by Brandon. I’d never been on a date that started with a chauffeur before, but then again, I’d never dated a man who owned an island, either. I was doing a lot of new and different things with this guy by my side.

  Brandon was something else than I had imagined for myself. His softness was hidden under the confidence that he displayed outwardly for all to see. Yet I saw his softness before I had noticed his rugged, manly side. Even my first glance at his profile made me think he was a gentle soul.

  “It’s been a long time since I’ve gone to the theater,” I softly spoke as the car pulled away from my house. “Probably since Spencer and I were dating. Gosh, I’m sorry I keep talking about him. That’s not fair; I’ll try to do better.”

  Spencer had been my whole life. I knew I had the horrible habit of talking about him when I was on a date; even when I was being hit on by men in the bars, I always ended up referencing my late husband. It wasn’t like I was comparing others to him, and I didn’t do it for sympathy. I genuinely just thought of Spencer when I remembered some of my favorite times from my past.

  “You can talk about him whenever you want. I know we are just getting to know each other, and I’m really glad you feel comfortable enough to talk freely about your life,” he said. “Maybe someday I’ll feel as strong as you and talk about Noah.”

  My heart dropped out of my chest, onto the ground, and felt like it was run over by our car as I thought of Brandon’s son. It was his reality, and never would I want him or anyone else I was friends with to stop talking about a loss they had, but it took the wind out of my sails to think of those emotions, even for one second.

  I sweetly grabbed his hand and held it while we continued our ride to the theater. I didn’t dare try to talk because I felt the tears welling up and my ability to hold them back was only there because I wasn’t trying to make words. My son was my world now, and it was just impossible for me to think of how broken of a person I would be if anything ever happened to him.

  Silence was a difficult thing for me most of the time – that was probably why Mattie and I got along so well. She always was filling the silent moments with lots of funny remarks. When I withdrew and got sad, she was right there with a cute story or a funny joke; it was my safety net against the dangerous quiet that often brought sadness.

  But as I sat with Brandon, I was strangely unafraid of the silence that filled the space between us. It didn’t feel awkward or scary; instead, I was comforted by how my hand in his was able to calm my emotions.

  The only other human on earth who had the ability to calm me so quickly was Connor. When he was near and his sweet eyes looked at me, I knew that everything was going to be better than my imagination was allowing it to be. Connor’s optimism was refreshing and his view on life made it difficult for me to wallow in self-pity.

  That was the innocence of a child, though; they hadn’t been corrupted by doubt and hurt yet. Even though Connor had lost his father, he was much too young to know what life was like in any other circumstances than the one he lived in. To him, it was normal for families to watch old videos of their dead loved one, it was normal for his mother to be found crying while reading an old letter, and it was perfectly normal to spend his Sunday mornings visiting a gravestone to tell his father about his week at school.

  I was lost in my thoughts as Brandon leaned in and kissed me on the cheek to pull me back to the current moment. He didn’t say a word, just a simple and gentle kiss was all I needed and I was there with him again.

  “I’m excited to see this show. I don’t get to come to the theater as much as I’d like because most of my friends don’t have tim
e.”

  “Mattie doesn’t have time?” he asked.

  “Okay, she has time, she just hates the theater, opera, and anything else that requires her to pay attention for long periods of time.”

  “Well, I’ll take you to the theater anytime you’d like.”

  We were dressed up and seeing a full-length play downtown; I felt like an adult. It’s weird to think that most of my life I still felt like a child, but it was often true. I called my parents with questions about dinner, I talked with Spencer’s mother when I had child-rearing questions…in general, I often felt like I was a teenager pretending to be an adult. But in that moment, as I slipped my arm into Brandon’s and we walked swiftly into the theater, my posture straightened and I let the adulthood wash over me.

  The theater was a magical experience for me, just like going to the movies. The way artists could bring you into their world and make you feel like you were there – I admired that so much.

  I knew I could have had a wonderful career as an artist if I would have continued on with my passion. There’s no way of knowing if I would have been any good at it or if I would have made money selling my artwork, but I know I could have been happy. Art had always made me calm and content. So, if I couldn’t spend my time producing beautiful art, I wanted to spend as much of my free time around it as possible.

  Art was more than just paintings to me. I saw it in so many different forms. Artists were musicians, painters, writers, actors, and even inventors. It was odd that so much of my life had ended up surrounded by non-artistic people since I loved the art world so much. Unfortunately, I also loved being able to pay my bills, and that meant I was often surrounded by business professionals and people like me who had channeled their creativity into more lucrative and less risky jobs.

  “This is so good,” I whispered at intermission when Brandon and I got up to walk around.

  “You seem to be enjoying it very much,” he smiled and pulled me close to him. “I love how intently you watch the characters.”

  “Are you enjoying it? I’m sorry if I’m ignoring you.”

  “Oh, I love the theater, but I already saw this play when it premiered a couple of weeks ago.”

  “You already saw this? Why on earth did you bring me, then? We could have done something else.”

  He laughed at how loudly I objected to him. I wasn’t objecting to him bringing me to the theater – I loved the show and really did love having him by my side for it. But if he had already seen it, we certainly could have done something more original with our evening. He didn’t have to sit through a second showing of the play. I had probably been a little loud in my exclamations also, since I noticed several people giving me dirty looks as we continued to talk.

  “I wanted you to see it,” he said.

  His hands gently tugged on my hips as he decreased the distance between us. I melted there with him. My body physically melted into his and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to pull myself away, or that I’d be able to behave myself. My body tingled with energy as his hands gently rubbed up and down the small of my back.

  “I’m glad we came. I really did want to see it.”

  Our mouths found each other’s as we pressed the delicate skin of our lips together and stayed that way until the lights flickered, signaling the end of the intermission. The evening had been perfection – but then again, every time I was with Brandon it seemed to be near perfection.

  We snuggled close to each other as the final scenes of the play were acted out for us. The people around us seemed oblivious to the random acts of public affection we gave each other throughout the last act. Brandon rubbing my back, me turning to kiss him; our bodies continued to find a way to stay close to each other.

  The perfection of the night continued as Brandon took me to a small night club for a drink and a little more getting to know each other. It was clear he was really a good date planner. He had cultivated the evening to such perfection that it seemed like he knew me inside and out.

  “I’m really glad I didn’t dump you after the first date,” I laughed as we sat in a corner booth and sipped our drinks.

  “Wow, I’m glad, too. Were you thinking of dumping me?”

  “Let’s just say I’m not used to agreeing to a second date. I’ve got high standards, you know.”

  “Oh, yes, I can tell. I’m glad you didn’t dump me, though…really, really glad.”

  “And that sushi date, well, you are really lucky I returned your calls after that. You could have gotten us arrested with all that handsy stuff.”

  His face lit up with the memory of how he had teased me that afternoon. He even seemed proud of the torture he had put me through and the pleasure he had delivered. His boyish grin didn’t stop as he leaned over and gently bit my earlobe and I felt his hand on my thigh.

  “We could give it a try here, if you’d like?”

  “No!” I protested and playfully pushed him away. “Anyways, there’s no possibility that this dress is moving. I’m stuffed in here like a sausage.”

  “You are the most beautiful sausage I have ever seen.”

  If anyone else had been privy to our conversation, they likely would have thought Brandon was appalling for saying such a thing, but I adored his humor. It was fun to be around a man who didn’t take life too seriously, yet had accomplished a lot with his life. Usually, those two traits didn’t exactly go hand in hand with one another.

  “I’m probably only going to have this one drink. I think I’ve still got some of my pre-date fuel running through me,” I laughed.

  “I was wondering if you wanted me to give you a tour of my place. You know, a normal house without the need to swim up to it?”

  His hand moved gently up and down my arm, and I saw the desire in his eyes as he looked over my body. It wasn’t very often that a woman could be completely ogled by a man and feel empowered by it. But I felt empowered by Brandon. The look of pure lust that washed over him gave me a power I hadn’t even known I longed for.

  I let his gentle touch entice me for a moment as I tried to prolong my answer. Of course, I was going home with him. I’d been thinking about his body and mine together since the last time we had seen one another. There wasn’t much else I could imagine myself doing with my night. I certainly hadn’t planned on going back to my place alone while Connor visited his grandparents. Nope, there was only one correct answer to his question.

  “I thought you’d never ask.”

  “Check, please,” he said as he raised his hand to catch the attention of our waitress.

  I watched him quickly fill out the check and give the waitress a tip of $200 for our two drinks. That was the kind guy Brandon was, and that small gesture cemented my already growing belief that he was indeed a good man.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Brandon

  “What’s going on?” Del asked as we pulled up to my house and the lights from the security company shone into our vehicle.

  “Sir, would you like me to stop here? I don’t think I can pull into the driveway,” the chauffeur said.

  “Yes, that will be fine. I’m sure it’s just a false alarm,” I said as I held onto Del’s hand. “The thing hasn’t been working great for a while. Wait here for a second, and I’ll go talk to them.”

  I climbed out of the car, but she was right behind me as the guard came to meet us at the beginning of the driveway. Del was probably more worried about it all than I was; her hand shivered in mine, and I squeezed it slightly to comfort her.

  “Hi, I’m Brandon Baker, this is my house. Did the alarm go off mistakenly? It’s been doing that. I had it off for a few weeks, but someone came over yesterday and said it was fixed.”

  “Sir, it appears there’s been a break in.”

  “Really?”

  It was a shock to hear that there had actually been a break in. I really didn’t expect it and instantly became more aware of my surroundings and what was going on. There were two security vehicles that had pulled around in
my driveway, and I noticed some people moving throughout my home.

  “Yes, sir. The alarm reported a breach in the front door; when we arrived, it was wide open. Police are on their way. If you’d like to come with me inside, we can look around with you and make sure everything is all right.”

  “So someone really broke in?” I asked.

  “It appears so, although I’m not sure you have anything missing. The electronics from the living room are all still intact. It’s possible the alarm scared the burglar off.”

  “Wow, I’m just surprised someone would try to break in. This neighborhood is so secure.”

  The security guard laughed at my comment and smirked a little. For the first time since moving to my house, I realized that the security I felt was likely imaginary.

  The alarm company had to have been at my house for at least fifteen minutes by the time Del and I had arrived there, yet the neighborhood security guard still hadn’t arrived to check things out. The alarm on the house had probably gone off for a few minutes before the alarm company showed up with their security officers, as well, and there were no local police officers there at all. My feeling of safety was quickly shattered by this incident.

  “Let’s go through the house,” the man said without commenting on the local security and their lack of presence on the scene.

  “I’ll wait here, if you don’t mind,” Del said as she looked toward the house. “What if they are still in there?”

  “It’s not likely, ma’am; I’ve had men sweeping the exterior and interior for the last ten minutes. You are welcome to stay out here, though.”

  “I’ll be right back.”

  All I could think about was that big-necked thug who had been at my house the day before. He certainly was trying to send me a message, and I got it loud and clear. My house wasn’t as safe as I thought it was and for whatever reason, he was intent on instilling a little fear into me. I had underestimated him, and that only happened once for me, I was going to make sure I didn’t underestimate this thug again.