AllFreeNovel
Share Us
And give the money away.
Wasn’t that what we always talked about, Mom and me? When we talked about money? Wasn’t it always about what we could do with it to help other people? People who were always worse off than us? And on our worst days, when we didn’t have an extra penny to spend on a treat, isn’t that we did? Talk about how there had to be a way to help the people who were even worse off than us?
I don’t know what I can do with £160 million, but it’s going to be the first thing I find out.
I wasn’t born into this world to sit on a company board, to make important decisions that affect other people, their businesses or their lives.
I can barely get mine together.
I’ve been floating since my mother passed away almost ten years ago, and haven’t been in the same place for more than two months since I was a teenager.
And while there are demons I’m running away from, ghosts that won’t let me alone, maybe it’s time to meet them head-on, once and for all.
That’s what my mother would’ve wanted.
And what my father has now made possible for me.
So that’s what I’m going to tell Kingsley when we talk later.
Tell him what my plans are and how he can help me make the most money from my trust.
But that when it comes time, I’m going to walk away from the company.
It was never mine. It was never me.
Unknown caller: Luna. Luna. Luna. You can’t stay quiet and hide from me forever.
I don’t know what’s in my mouth, but it is so freaking delicious, I need more.
I shove another forkful into my mouth before I’ve swallowed the last one, and I’m already piling up my fork for the next bite.
“Thisisdelicious,” I murmur through my mouthful as Kingsley watches me, amused.
“I take it you were hungry.”
“I’m always hungry.”
“I’ll try to remember that.”
“It’s after eight p.m. Who wouldn’t be hungry?”
He swallows his food at a normal person’s speed and puts his fork down before reaching for his glass of wine.
Meticulous. Measured. Every movement. I still haven’t tired of watching him.
“It’s usually the earliest I get home for dinner, if I’m not eating out. We can let Theodore know that you’d like to eat earlier from now on, though.”
“Nope, don’t need to change your schedule on my account,” I say, munching on another spoonful. It looks like a perfectly innocuous stew, but it’s like it’s healing me from the inside out. I tear off another slice of bread, slather butter on it, and pop it into my mouth. “Ohhh, you need to tell me where you got this bread.”
He gives me a smile that feels like it’s emanating from the most center spot of his pupils.
“Mr. Baxter baked it himself,” Theodore admits, coming back into the room with a jug of ice water.
“What?” I shout, spraying bread crumbs all over the table.
That makes Kingsley actually laugh out loud.
“Sorry,” I mumble. I’m not sure about my table manners at the best of times, but spraying a billionaire with half-masticated breadcrumbs that he apparently baked himself doesn’t seem like it’s in Emily Post’s book of not making a fucking fool out of yourself.
