Thursday, 21 July 2016

THE BILLIONAIRE BARITONE

The Billionaire Baritone, blog serial, Linzé Brandon, sweet romance
Amethyst loves music and enjoys hip-hop dancing to spice up her dull and dreary life. But one evening on her way home from dance class, she hears a voice that drew her away from her route.
Caught in the act of eavesdropping, her life is about to change in a way she has never foreseen.

David didn't quite know what to do with the beautiful trespasser, but when he learned that she was injured, taking care of her was the only solution.
Little did he suspect that she was about to take care of his lonely heart in return.

CHAPTER 6

Jeff entered the waiting room holding a cup of coffee and a box.
“Have you asked her yet?”
David shook his head as he took the food, before uncapping the coffee. “After the operation, there will be enough time. Did Tim get the financial report?”
Jeff sighed and pulled out his mobile phone. He scrolled to his email. “Yeah. His initial assessment was right. Our little trespasser earns a minimum wage and spends most of it on rent and food.”
He glanced up at his brother. “She barely eats judging by the numbers. The company that employs her provides their employees with a basic lunch every day, but I don't think it is intended to be their main meal of the day.”
David listened as he sipped his coffee. The meal was forgotten on the seat next to him.
“What are you saying?”
Jeff shrugged. “I think we could offer her a job.”
David turned his head. “She hasn't even finished high school.”
“I know that.”
He sighed. “I just thought that we could help her that's all. She seems like a nice person and not star struck by your reputation. Maybe if she was given a better opportunity, she could finish her formal education.”
David frowned. “I hate that damn label.”
Jeff slapped his shoulder. “So do I. Do you know how many women want to cuddle up to me just so they can meet you?”
David winced. “Sorry about that, I didn't know.”
Jeff shrugged. “Yeah, well. Hey, I have an idea!”
“I don't like it when you get that expression on your face. What the hell have you cooked up now?”
Jeff grinned. “You could marry her.”
“What?! What have you been putting in your coffee?”
The younger Morecroft stopped smiling. “Think about it. You are not the playboy bachelor the tabloids make you out to be. You want a family and a home life like Mom and Dad, and the women that you usually meet definitely have no such plans.”
David didn't argue. Jeff was a concert pianist and worked just as hard as he did to make a success of his professional life. But that success came at a price. Jeff might be the easygoing one, but deep down David knew his brother also wanted what their parents had.
Their parents had made their life work for them. Mom had been a teacher until she married a successful businessman and became a society wife. But she did it for them, not because of the prestige. When Dad passed away, she withdrew from her public obligations and focused on the literacy foundation that had been her passion.
“Why don't you marry her?” he asked instead.
“Because she doesn't look at me the way she looks at you, brother. She might not be drooling over your suit like the Barbie doll of last night, but I think she likes you.”
David didn't want to think about the woman who practically propositioned him the previous night. It happened all the time and to be honest, he was sick of it.
He attended the event with Jeff because it supported a music school for underprivileged children and the Morecroft Foundation was a major donor. He almost smiled when he recalled the children's faces when they got to play silly duets with a world famous pianist.
Jeff had a point as much as he hated to admit it.
He wondered if Amethyst liked children.
“You are thinking about it, aren't you?”
David shrugged as the doctor interrupted their conversation.
“I had to put pins into the broken fingers since her bone density is low. If she follows the instructions I left with the nurse, she should regain full use of her hand without problems.”
“Thanks, Doug.”
The doctor smiled. “Anytime.”
“How is Clarisse doing in the new school?”
Doug's smile widened. “Thanks to you and Jeff, my daughter is blooming. Trust me, I still have to hear how her 'uncles saved her from that dreadful establishment'.”
The men burst out laughing.
“Sounds like she found the classics.”
Doug shook his head. “You have no idea. Last week it was Dickens. I shudder to think who she will be quoting next week.”
They shook hands before the surgeon lifted a ringing phone from his pocket. “Hi hon,” he answered as he left the room.
A nurse came to tell them that they could see Amethyst.

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