"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

"I'm not leaving daddy!" Thomas sobs and once again my heart breaks.


We now stood at the airport and I was awaiting their departure and Thomas started throwing a tantrum.


"Babe, can you help me out?" Wes whines and sighs.


"I wanna stay with you." He places his hand gently on my arm as tears run down his face.


"But daddy has work, and he needs to go back."


"Daddy needs to go. Not me." He pouts and I sigh.


He's been like this for the past fifteen minutes now.


"Babe.  .  . he obviously wants to stay with you. Do you think-"


"Oh... alright then." Wes looks startled as he bends to talk to Thomas.


"Hey you, you be good for Beeze alright. I'm trusting you to take care of her. Don't let her talk to any guys, and if she does, let me know. I love you, buddy."


"With all my h2eart." They both mumble and for the first time, Thomas smiles as his father gives him a hug.


"Thanks, babe..." He says standing and I grin.


Chapter 32