Broken French: A widowed, billionaire, single dad romance Natasha Boyd (i read books .TXT) š
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Iād miss these new friends. So, so, much. It was clear, I was going to have to resign. I couldnāt stay in a situation where I wasnāt wanted. I certainly didnāt want to be fired, if thatās what he was getting ready to do. Besides, I needed to be available if any of the firms Iād contacted wanted me to come in and interview. I couldnāt really ask them to wait while I hopped off a boat in the South of France. Jesus, my mom was right. I should have stayed. It was too late for that, but I needed to go home now. Dauphine was going to her grandmotherās anyway. It was perfect timing.
āAll right,ā said Andrea with an eye roll. āEnough, Rod. Josie, we were discussing getting off the boat later. What do you think, do you want to join us? We might take a wander along the port and wind up in the town. Itās gorgeous. Maybe you and I can pop into a few boutiques since they stay open so late. We can meet the guys for a coffee later.ā
Weād docked in St. Tropez just before dinner. It should have excited me, as Iād finally have a chance to get off the boat onto solid ground and explore the town Iād heard so much about. But now it was probably the place Iād be leaving from.
āAll right, so no answer from Josie then,ā Rod said.
I took a breath. āGod, sorry. I-I think Iāll stay on board. Iām not feeling that great.ā I couldnāt face going out with everyone and having to pretend I was happy and not about to leave. Plus, I needed to write a resignation letter, pack, and make arrangements to leave.
My breath hitched as I fought back an almost hysterical laugh mixed with wanting to wail.
Andrea reached across the table and squeezed my wrist. āItās going to be okay.ā
Blood rushed to my cheeks that sheād draw attention to me in front of everyone when I was feeling so raw.
āWhat is it?ā asked Chef.
āYeah, whatās wrong, sweetheart?ā Rod said simultaneously.
Andrea gave me a quick look and then turned to the others. āDoes anyone here have a complaint about Josie theyād like to share with the group? All of you have told me to my face you think sheās great. So can someone,ā she looked pointedly at Evan, ātell me why Mr. P said heās looking for another nanny?ā
āWhat?ā Rod exploded. āThatās ridiculous.ā
āAhh, fuck,ā growled Evan and stood. He flung his napkin down on his unfinished food, making Chef flinch. āBloody fool.ā
Evan and Chef then shared a look.
āWhat?ā I asked. āWhatās going on?ā
Chef chuckled and shook his head.
āFor the love of God,ā Andrea complained. āEvan?ā
āItās nothing,ā he said. āRelax, Josie. Iāll get it sorted out.ā
āThereās nothing to sort out,ā I said. āIām definitely not staying where Iām not wanted or needed. This is probably my last night.ā
Chapter Twenty-Six
Evan didnāt return before dinner was cleared. Back in my cabin, it took less than twenty-five minutes to pack my belongings. Glancing at my watch, I saw it was almost Dauphineās bedtime. I nibbled the corner of my thumbnail as I debated what to do. Should I go and find her? It was my night off, but if I left tomorrow, I wouldnāt see her. I checked my emails on my phone for something new from Tabitha. Or a response to any of my job applications. There was nothing. I opened the text from Meredith that I hadnāt had a chance to look at yet.
Mer: I found out what coo means. I think he said ācul.ā Itās pronounced a similar way, and I bumped into that French lady at Armandās so I asked her too.
And? What does it mean?
Mer: it means āass.ā
Ass? As in butt?
Mer: Yep. He was talking about your ass. Iām sure of it.
About getting rid of it? Like fire her ass.
Mer: Maybe. *Cringe emoji* Sorry. Did he do it? Did he ask you to leave? Tabs said he might but not why.
Andrea appeared at my open door. Sheād put on some make up and wore a soft blue sundress and sparkly flip-flops. Out of her starched, white yacht uniform, she looked so much prettier. Beautiful, even.
āHey,ā she said softly. āYou okay?ā
āNot really. But thereās not much I can do about it. Not sure what Evan was on about, but trust meāI donāt want to hang around to be fired. Iāll draft my resignation letter in the morning. You look stunning, by the way.ā
āThank you.ā She looked around. āYou packed.ā
āIām leaving first thing tomorrow,ā I answered by way of explanation. āThis is where I came on the boat, this can be where I leave it.ā
āI canāt believe he didnāt discuss it with me. Or Evan. Though he may have sent an email, but I didnāt get it. The Wi-Fi has been on the fritz. We havenāt been able to send or receive email for the last several hours.ā
I breathed out a sigh. āOh. I was waiting to hear from Tabithaāshe owns the agency. She was going to call him.ā
āWhy donāt you come out with us? Thereās no point staying on board.ā
āIām not really in the best mental place.ā
āCome on. Your mental state the best reason to come out. You havenāt even had a night out since you started. You must be stir crazy.ā
āYou have no idea.ā
āYou need one. Besides, it could be your last night.ā
āIt is my last night.ā I felt my resolve caving.
āWell then.ā
Looking around, I realized I would have to stay holed up in here all evening and probably wouldnāt sleep a wink come bedtime. And I certainly wouldnāt be visiting the top deck. God knew, I didnāt want to be anywhere else on the boat and bump into Xavier Pascale when he couldnāt stand the sight of me and I made him so uncomfortable. āIf I come with you, any chance you wonāt judge me if I decide to have a few or hundred drinks.ā Even as I said
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