Billionaire Baby Daddy

I'd blinded myself to reality, to his faults, to all the blaring red flags that anyone else would have seen. In truth, some of my friends did see them. I just rationalized them.

What did it leave me with? Heartbreak—a month before our wedding.

I hadn't thought I'd ever even consider opening myself up to another man again, trusting again, or loving again. All of my faith in love had been shattered, crushed beneath the heels of an empty soul who took my heart and kicked it out into the street, then stomped all over it before walking off laughing.

I shook my head. I had to get my mind off things of the past.

I took out my phone, pulled up Eddie's name in my contacts, and gave him a call.

“Hey, Eddie.”

“Hey, sis, how was your trip to Paris?”

“Pretty damn amazing, actually.”

I didn't want to talk about Asher or what had happened between Asher and I. So if Eddie asked, I'd just brush it off and switch topics. After all, aside from what had been going on in my head, I had actually had a great time in Paris. Even if I’d had to do most of the exploring alone—I had to tell someone about the art, culture, and history I'd had the chance to take in. I knew Eddie had been there a few times to play shows with his band, so he would be a great person to talk to about it, without having the thought of Asher hovering over me all the while.

“Cool, cool. I wonder how it's changed since I was last there?”

“Well, do you wanna get a beer and we can talk about it? And, I'll show you the pics I took.”

“Sounds great! I've got a couple photos on this phone, actually. We can compare pics and stories. See you at McGinty's in an hour?”

“Sounds good. See you then.”

***

“So, how cool was the Louvre? How much time did you get to spend walking around it?” Eddie asked, smiling as he flipped through the photos I'd taken on my phone.

“It was seriously breathtaking. I mean, I walked around it for a couple of hours, but it felt like only five minutes.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. I think I spent a whole afternoon their last time I was in Paris. Just wandered around from around lunch time until a security guard came and kicked me out at closing time.”

“I'll have to go back again. I didn't get to see nearly enough of it.”

“You will have to. And hopefully billionaire boy will foot the bill again, huh?”

So far, we'd managed to avoid talking about Asher, but without even mentioning his name, Eddie had brought a flood of memories rushing through my head.

“Yeah,” I said, somewhat half-heartedly. “I probably will end up going back for another meeting, I think.”

“So, how's old Asher doing, huh?”

“He's, uh, he's good.”

Eddie handed my phone back to me and frowned before taking a swig of his beer.

“Really? I know that tone. Something doesn't seem right about this.”

“It's just . . . ya know, Eddie, I don't really want to get into it.”

He sipped on his beer again and nodded. “Okay. But you know I've always got your back, right, sis? I mean, if he's being a jerk, or whatever, you know I'm here.”

I couldn't help but smile.

“And, what are you going to do if he is being a jerk? Kick his ass for me? I'm not in high school any more, Eddie.”

He grinned. “Sometimes I feel like I still am, though,” he replied. “But seriously, if you wanna talk about it . . . I mean, I know I'm a guy and your brother, so maybe you don't think I'll get it. But hey, I've been on this rock for ten years longer than you, and I think I've learned a few things along the way. Maybe I can help, you know.”