Single Dad's Spring Break: A Billionaire's Second Chance Romance

“I want to see my kids.”

“And when I decide it is a good time and we hammer out a legal agreement, you can,” I said.

“I want to see them now.”

“Not happening. Not when you’re this upset.”

“I’m upset because I can’t see my children, Kevin.”

“It hasn’t upset you for three-and-a-half years, Sarah. Why does it now?” I asked.

“When are you going to stop lording that over my head?”

“When you stop being so selfish!”

Sarah’s eyes wavered and her body pulled taut. I looked over my shoulder in the direction she was staring, and I saw Sydney at the top of the steps. No one could deny she was her mother’s child. The two of them looked more and more alike the older Sydney got. But then Brooke appeared and took Sydney’s hand to lead her off and I knew what was coming.

And I wasn’t going to tolerate it.

“Who the hell is that?” Sarah asked.

“That’s Brooke,” I said.

“What is she doing with my children?”

“Getting them ready for school.”

“Sleeping with your nanny?” she asked, a nasty expression on her face.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but she’s not the nanny. She’s the woman I love,” I said plainly.

It was as if my words had physically slapped Sarah across the face.

“That’s why you don’t want to work on things.”

“Partly,” I admitted.

“Admit it. From the moment you stepped into that doctor’s office, you had no intentions of fixing things with me.”

“You know, I actually did think about it. I thought about it for the sake of the kids. But the more I thought about it, the more I sat there and watched you, the more I knew it couldn’t happen. Not even for the kids. Because I don’t love you, Sarah. I never have, and I never will. I love Brooke, and I have for a long time, I realized. I’m sorry you don’t like it, but that’s the way it is.”

“You son of a bitch,” she shrieked, raising a hand to slap me.

I grabbed her wrist easily and held it firmly. “Get ahold of yourself, Sarah. Look at what you’ve become and tell me if you’re proud of that.”

I watched as Sarah turned around and got a really good look at herself in the mirror behind her. I saw her take in how wild her hair looked and how wide her eyes were. How red her face was and how she was posturing against me. I could see the tears welling in her eyes as she put her face in her hands, and I stood there as I waited for her to collect herself.

“Your daughter just saw that,” I said.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Your daughter. The one you claim to love, just saw you behave like a lunatic.”

“Kevin, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t good enough, not when it comes to my kids, Sarah. That’s why we can’t be together. That’s why you can’t be around these kids. Don’t you see that?” I asked.

“I just—when Sydney—”