"Wes Roman, the big bad billionaire sitting in a tiny seat with his two year old son at a kids restaurant

Beeze Simmons, the shy clumsy waitress who just happened to spill all of the contents on the tray onto Wes.

Ooo. I smell trouble. that's how Beeze's story began"

Flutter

Sitting in my office, I dialed an all too familiar number.


"Yes Wes, he's alive." Riche jokes and I grin.


"I'm glad to hear that's what is he doing right now?" I quiz.


"Your son is eating. That's all he ever does. Eat." I chuckle and he does the same. "He keeps talking about this girl though. Someone named Beeze."


"Your what?" He exclaims all jokes aside and I sigh. "Are you trying to get hurt again?"


"She's not like that Riche," I state to my brother and he scoffs.


"Yea, that's what we thought about Jennifer, two years later where is she now?"


"Calm down dude, it's my decision." I snap and he whistles.


"Is it okay if Thomas stays with you a little longer?"


"Why? Is something wrong? I mean it's totally okay and Vena surely doesn't mind but is something up?"


"Nothing too serious, I just don't need him to be in any type of danger."


Chapter 16