One Sweet Lie – Billionaire Seeking Nanny Read Online Whitney G

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Forbidden, Funny Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 60131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
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“What type of emergency?”

“I can’t discuss it over the phone.”

“Can you at least give me a hint?”

“No, but I wish I could, sir.” He paused. “How fast can you get home?”

“I’ll be there in twenty.”

The scent of smoke sifted through the elevator doors as the car rose. When the doors glided open, soft grey puffs smacked me in the face.

Where the hell is the fire department?

Panicking, I pushed the doors open, hoping everything inside wasn’t burned to ash.

In the living room, faint smoke clouds drifted across my ceiling, and my eight-year-old niece Olivia rocked back and forth.

“Hey, Uncle Brooks.” She smiled, dragging out my middle name like she always did. “How was the charity party?”

“What happened while I was gone, Olivia?”

“Nothing.” Her cheeks reddened. “Nothing happened at all.”

“Then why did I get a call from the police?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I turned off the stove seconds after the countertops caught fire.”

“What?” I rushed past her and into the kitchen.

Jesus Christ.

My custom white backsplash was now sporting black soot, and the flames under the griddle were still burning. I opened every window and programmed every fan to run on full blast.

I took a deep breath and tossed charred towels and pans into the trash.

“Olivia, why didn’t you call me about this?”

“You said not to bother you unless your house was on fire.” She crossed her arms. “This was only the kitchen.”

That’s actually a good point.

“Are you mad at me?” she asked.

“No.” I sighed. “I’m mad at your mother for taking advantage of my limited kindness.” I checked my calendar. “She’s still flying you back to Los Angeles this weekend, correct?”

“Yep.” She nodded. “She said that leaving me with you for four months was long enough.”

“Be sure to tell her you’ve been here for nine,” I said. “Oh, and that she owes me a huge ‘thank you’ in return.”

“Here you go.” She pulled a ‘thanks so much, Big Bro’ card from her pocket, and I held back a laugh.

Even though her mother and I didn’t come from the same bloodline, we’d grown up together as a makeshift quilt of a family, thanks to desperate adopters who took us in. We were the patchwork pieces no one else wanted, and those feelings were still stitched into us.

I picked up a burnt bottle of sprinkles and shook my head.

“What exactly were you trying to make tonight, Olivia?” I asked.

“Unicorn cupcakes.”

“Next time you feel like cooking sweets, order from a bakery. Clear?”

“Clear. Can I order some now, then?”

Dingggg! Donggg!

“Stay right there.” I rushed to the door, finding myself face to face with a man in a tan suit and a woman dressed in light blue scrubs.

For some strange reason, there were no firefighters standing behind them, and they looked like someone had just died.

“Okay, look,” I said, “Whatever damage my niece caused in this building, I’ll pay for it. Just send me the bill.”

“I’m afraid our presence is about a far more complex issue,” the man said. “This is Nurse Walton from Grace Medical, and I’m the detective who called you earlier. Mind if we come in?”

“If you insist.” I opened the door and motioned for them to follow me. “Ignore the haziness. My niece felt like baking while I was away.”

“Wait a minute.” The detective stopped walking. “You left a seven-year-old child home alone?”

“She’s eight going on nine.”

“But you left her here by herself?”

“I need you to stay on topic, detective,” I said. “You made me—I mean us—rush home from a very important event, and it doesn’t look like the world has ended or anyone has died.”

He and the nurse exchanged nervous glances.

“There’s no easy way to break this news, Mr. Dawson,” he said. “We’re here tonight because a relative listed you as a biological family member during a recent hospital stay.”

“You must have the wrong guy, then.” I crossed my arms. “Everyone in this city knows I was orphaned, then adopted.”

“Unfortunately, the woman in question passed away due to severe complications after childbirth,” he continued talking as if he hadn’t heard a word I said. “But we gathered crucial information from notes she left behind with the infant children.”

“Am I speaking a foreign language?” I asked. “I don’t have any living relatives.”

“The children will be held in the intensive care unit for three weeks, but you’ll need to make arrangements or sign off on leaving them with the state.”

“Okay.” I couldn’t believe I left the party for this. “You both owe me an apology for wasting my time tonight. Feel free to walk yourselves out.”

“Congratulations, you’re the father.” Nurse Walton held up a picture of my ex-girlfriend, Lisa Heights.

Sporting a blue and white hospital gown, she was holding two bundled babies against her chest. An engagement ring shone brightly on her left hand—a gift from the man she’d left me for last year.


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