Thursday, 4 August 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 8

True to his word he returned quickly but had a frown on his face.
“What's wrong?”
He crossed his arms. “The nurse said you could only have ice cream if you eat proper food first.” He dropped his arms and sighed.
“So we will just have to eat proper food before we can have dessert.”
David turned when he heard laughter coming from her room, distracted from his call. When the man said his name again, he closed his eyes for a moment. “Okay. Don't panic. I will be there as soon as I can.”
After he rang off, he spotted Phyllis coming towards him.
“Good morning, Mother.”
She smiled as he kissed her cheek. “And how is our patient?”
He waved her inside and followed. “Why don't you ask her yourself?”
“I have to go. There is a problem at the factory on Main street. Jeff, don't you have a concert to prepare for?”
Jeff looked at his watch. “Yeah, gotta go. The damn conductor is a pain in the butt.”
He kissed Amethyst and Phyllis on the cheek. “Sorry, ladies, the great Jefferson Morecroft has a concert hall that awaits his genius.”
The women laughed at his antics, and David envied his brother's easy going personality. Despite his drama queen act, he was a great guy.
He turned to the women. “I will see you later. Mom, a moment please?”
Phyllis patted Amethyst's leg. “You relax, and I will be right back.”
Outside her room, David rubbed his forehead.
“There is a labour strike threatening at the factory. Could you please look after Amethyst? Make sure she eats properly?”
Phyllis nodded. “Of course, don't worry.”
He turned then stopped. “One more thing: find out what the hell she was doing at the house.”
Ignoring his mother's scowl at his language, he dug out his car keys and left.

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