Boxed Set: A Possessive Billionaire - Vol. 1-3: His, Body and Soul by Olivia Dean Page B
Authors: Olivia Dean
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world?”
That would be the craziest explanation! They go at it full force…
“Or what if…he’s your father!”
“Shit! My father!”
With all of this going on, I actually forgot about my father. It’s today. The letter arrived yesterday, I barely read it, my mind was elsewhere. He missed me so much that he decided to come surprise me with a visit. I have two more hours to find him a hotel room, organize my things and get into the right mood. I leave my friends without delay…
I take an endless shower, as if it could help erase the latest escapades. I carefully arrange the gifts from Charles underneath the bed. I keep the necklace for now. We’ll see how things go, as to whether this really is a relationship, once my father leaves. For this short week, I go back to being Emma Maugham, the model student who I never should have stopped being. Hey, I still have some time to get back into my books while waiting for my father.
15. The return of the model student
He’s here. I can’t believe it. My father in Paris. Seeing him here, in the doorway of my garret apartment, wearing tweed as he always does, holding his small suitcase, is really incredible. I jump into his arms. After five long minutes, he holds me at arm’s length and looks at me as if I’m some sort of rare fossil.
“Hey, that’s strange.” I feel my checks blush. Is it obvious?
“What is it?”
“Nothing, really. You look the same as you always have. I send you to France and I find my little girl exactly as she was. Unless it’s…”
“What?”
“I love you so much that I’d always see you the same way…”
I laugh, relieved. What would he think if I told him that I’m in a relationship (or am I?) with my multimillionaire and temperamental landlord?
I couldn’t have imagined a more embarrassing situation, not in a million years. We’re waiting for the elevator when Charles and Elisabeth arrive. I have trouble breathing. Luckily, Elisabeth takes charge.
“Emma! What a lovely surprise! How are you?”
Charles looks at us, suspicious. I want to stick my tongue out at him. Yeah, I know your friend! We’re pals, we even had coffee at your house while you were gone!
“Hi, Elisabeth! Elisabeth, Charles, I’d like you to meet my father, Robert Maugham.”
Charles, still glum, makes an effort to smile and goes to shake my father’s hand, apparently charmed by this encounter. Elisabeth keeps talking, to my great relief.
“Mr. Maugham, will you still be here Saturday evening?”
“Unfortunately no, my plane leaves Thursday night.”
“That’s too bad, you could have come with Emma to the opening of the Petrovska Sisters exhibit. Perhaps another time. In any case, Emma, I’ll see you there.”
“Of course, see you then!”
I wait until we’re out of sight to savor my joy. If he wanted me out of his life, it’s too late. I’m going to the gallery opening and my dad is a witness to that. The Petrovska twins really are business contacts, despite their appearance. I wonder what kind of art they make…While wrapped up in my thoughts, I almost forget about my father. He seems happy too. He walks around without a care in the world, looking around him, as curious as a child.
“What a nice couple!”
“Huh?”
“Your friends, in the elevator.”
“Ah, but they’re not a couple. And I don’t really know if they’re my friends, actually…Charles Delmonte is my landlord, a multimillionaire, Lexie’s old landlord too. And Elisabeth owns a gallery in the left bank of Paris.”
“Oh, okay. Guess I was wrong. Really nice people, in any case.”
My father isn’t as impressed as I hoped he would have been. I’m sure these sorts of things mean nothing to him. In his mind, Elisabeth is a nice girl and Charles is a kind thirty-something. Whether they live the high-life or flit around the arts world doesn’t concern him in the least. In the end, he’s got the right idea.
We spend the day aimlessly wandering through
That would be the craziest explanation! They go at it full force…
“Or what if…he’s your father!”
“Shit! My father!”
With all of this going on, I actually forgot about my father. It’s today. The letter arrived yesterday, I barely read it, my mind was elsewhere. He missed me so much that he decided to come surprise me with a visit. I have two more hours to find him a hotel room, organize my things and get into the right mood. I leave my friends without delay…
I take an endless shower, as if it could help erase the latest escapades. I carefully arrange the gifts from Charles underneath the bed. I keep the necklace for now. We’ll see how things go, as to whether this really is a relationship, once my father leaves. For this short week, I go back to being Emma Maugham, the model student who I never should have stopped being. Hey, I still have some time to get back into my books while waiting for my father.
15. The return of the model student
He’s here. I can’t believe it. My father in Paris. Seeing him here, in the doorway of my garret apartment, wearing tweed as he always does, holding his small suitcase, is really incredible. I jump into his arms. After five long minutes, he holds me at arm’s length and looks at me as if I’m some sort of rare fossil.
“Hey, that’s strange.” I feel my checks blush. Is it obvious?
“What is it?”
“Nothing, really. You look the same as you always have. I send you to France and I find my little girl exactly as she was. Unless it’s…”
“What?”
“I love you so much that I’d always see you the same way…”
I laugh, relieved. What would he think if I told him that I’m in a relationship (or am I?) with my multimillionaire and temperamental landlord?
I couldn’t have imagined a more embarrassing situation, not in a million years. We’re waiting for the elevator when Charles and Elisabeth arrive. I have trouble breathing. Luckily, Elisabeth takes charge.
“Emma! What a lovely surprise! How are you?”
Charles looks at us, suspicious. I want to stick my tongue out at him. Yeah, I know your friend! We’re pals, we even had coffee at your house while you were gone!
“Hi, Elisabeth! Elisabeth, Charles, I’d like you to meet my father, Robert Maugham.”
Charles, still glum, makes an effort to smile and goes to shake my father’s hand, apparently charmed by this encounter. Elisabeth keeps talking, to my great relief.
“Mr. Maugham, will you still be here Saturday evening?”
“Unfortunately no, my plane leaves Thursday night.”
“That’s too bad, you could have come with Emma to the opening of the Petrovska Sisters exhibit. Perhaps another time. In any case, Emma, I’ll see you there.”
“Of course, see you then!”
I wait until we’re out of sight to savor my joy. If he wanted me out of his life, it’s too late. I’m going to the gallery opening and my dad is a witness to that. The Petrovska twins really are business contacts, despite their appearance. I wonder what kind of art they make…While wrapped up in my thoughts, I almost forget about my father. He seems happy too. He walks around without a care in the world, looking around him, as curious as a child.
“What a nice couple!”
“Huh?”
“Your friends, in the elevator.”
“Ah, but they’re not a couple. And I don’t really know if they’re my friends, actually…Charles Delmonte is my landlord, a multimillionaire, Lexie’s old landlord too. And Elisabeth owns a gallery in the left bank of Paris.”
“Oh, okay. Guess I was wrong. Really nice people, in any case.”
My father isn’t as impressed as I hoped he would have been. I’m sure these sorts of things mean nothing to him. In his mind, Elisabeth is a nice girl and Charles is a kind thirty-something. Whether they live the high-life or flit around the arts world doesn’t concern him in the least. In the end, he’s got the right idea.
We spend the day aimlessly wandering through
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