Beauty and the Billionaire

“We don’t know that for certain. We should leave them there for tonight in case she comes back.”

He shakes his head no. “It’s getting cold. They won’t stop crying. Please.”

“Kittens?” Fawn’s soft voice floats into the room. Ace spins around to look at her. She’s changed out of her jeans and sweater into a long, flowing dress. As always, she’s breathtaking. How can one person have so much beauty?

“You’re pretty.”

A smile spreads across her face as she drops down to her knees in front of him. “Why, thank you. You’re quite handsome yourself.” She holds out her hand. “I’m Fawn.”

“I’m Mason, but Ro calls me Ace.” He takes her hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ace.”

“Do you work here? Everyone works here.” She glances up at me.

“She’s my wife.” Ace looks over his shoulder at me. We talked about this a few days ago.

“Cool,” is all he says with a smile. “Can I show you my kittens?”

Here we go. Fawn’s face lights up before I can suggest we call someone to come take care of them, so I keep my mouth shut.

“I’d love to see them.” She stands and holds her hand out for Ace to take. He does it without hesitation before he leads her toward the back of the house. He passes through the kitchen going out one of the back doors. Fawn glances around curiously as if she’s trying to take everything in.

“Wow,” she says when she steps onto the back patio. We have acres of land spread out here. To the left is the rose garden my mother had done. Off to the right are the stables. Not to mention the massive swimming pool. “This place is like a resort.”

“You are free to go anywhere on the grounds,” I inform her. I want her to get comfortable here. It is, after all, where she’ll live for the rest of her life. She only gives me a tight smile. Nothing in comparison to the ones she’s been giving Ace.

“This way.” He leads her around the pool towards the stable where Reno is finishing up before he takes off for the night. He gives Fawn a curious look before he sees my expression, and he diverts his attention to look anywhere but at her. “Did the mama come back?” Ace asks him.

“Nah, and I’ve looked everywhere.” Reno pulls his hat off.

“This is Fawn. She married Ro.” Fawn ducks her head some as pink spreads across her cheeks.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” Reno smiles. “I’m Reno. I run the stables.” He doesn't offer her his hand. Smart man. I knew I liked him for a reason. Man knows when to keep his hands to himself.

“Let’s hurry.” Ace starts to pull her into the barn.

“Nice to meet you,” Fawn throws over her shoulder as she picks up her pace to keep up with the little guy. “How many horses do you have?”

“Three.” Ace holds up three fingers. “Here.” He pushes open the last empty stall. In the corner are two bundles of fur, one white and the other orange. They are a bit bigger than I thought they’d be. I’m guessing they are a month old, maybe two.

“They're adorable,” Fawn whispers, bending down some to get a closer look. My eyes go straight to her ass.

“Can we keep them?” Ace pleads. Even Fawn looks at me with hopeful eyes.

“Fine.” I give. Both of their faces instantly light up with joy, making it worth it.

4

FAWN

I can’t help but smile at Ace. The boy is adorable. He’s also the spitting image of Roman, but he doesn't call him dad. I’m not sure what the story is because, even though I’m married to the man, I know nothing about him. But I won't ask in front of Ace. I’m not sure what the situation is, and it’s best to wait until later when Roman and I are alone.

We’re all sitting in the kitchen at the giant island in the center. This kitchen is a chef's dream. This whole house is pretty spectacular from what I’ve seen so far. Even my bedroom knocked me off my feet. That was until I realized that it wasn’t mine alone but Roman’s room too.

“George should be back in a few.” Roman pockets his phone. I bite into the grilled cheese that I made for all of us. George was preparing some fancy dinner and Roman told him to save it. I felt bad so I volunteered to cook while George ran out for kitten supplies. You can never go wrong with grilled cheese.

“Can they stay in my room?” Ace bounces on his seat, unable to sit still.

“If you want. We can keep them in the closet when you go to bed.”

“The closet?” He scrunches his little nose, letting us know he disapproves of this idea.

“Until they get bigger. We don’t want them getting into things or hurting themselves while you’re asleep.”