Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (best color ereader TXT) 📖

"Something like that," I murmur. A strange limit of not knowing if everything is going too well or...terribly wrong.

"Is it the investment company?"

I glance at him, nodding fearfully.

Fear especially because we are addressing the "forbidden subject" and I do not want to start fighting so early.

He drags a hand across the table to grab hold of mine, which rests on the edge of the saucer.

”You've been doing this since you were nineteen years old and it seems that you always had the secret to make it a mega company… You know what the structure of the business is like, without fear of success, baby.”

* “But this is different Josh… My whole life depends on this. What if they buy the company and then melt it down if they realize I'm no good at this? They usually work with brutal brands that are even listed on the stock market, why would they look at a tiny entrepreneur who doesn't even get a note in the newspapers?”

”After signing that agreement, you will see how all of Scotland will fight for wanting to know the secret of the success of a young entrepreneur who will one day become a mega-entrepreneur who attends elegant dinners in Italy and gives conferences to stimulate production in young people.”

I look at him out of the corner of my eye, remembering the trip to Italy.

A sharp pang of guilt stabs my chest at the memory, but I ignore it trying to make a huge effort to get those ideas out of my head that don't do anyone any good.

Bah, because no one has to find out.

“Thank you," I tell him. “You are wonderful to me. I know how difficult it is for you to understand, but it makes me very happy that you try to lift my spirits.”

”There is nothing more exciting than seeing a person passionate about something, and much more if that person is my girlfriend. Did I tell you before that you inspire me?”

He gives a giggle that goes along with mine in a guffaw and I force myself to put the computer aside to eat a pancake that drips with jam onto my hands as he laughs at me and hands me a napkin.

The sparkle in his eyes when he sees me is all the engine I need every morning to start my day.