Imperfect Match (Elixir Bachelor Billionaires #1)

“Everything is perfect between us. I told you she’s taking care of her dad, who’s gravely sick, by the way,” I almost snap at him, my voice sharp and cutting, but over the years, Jimmy has developed a thick skin against my attitude.

“Uh-huh. You mean the man who posts on social media five times a day about his cooking, fashion, and life?”

God, Jason.

“And unlike you, Daisy is not being a jackass.”

“You spoke with her?” The words scrape against my tongue like sandpaper as I clutch on to the armrests. “What did she say?”

“Why don’t you ask your damn wife, if everything between the two of you is so perfect?”

Without giving me another glance, he storms out of my office. I wait for the door to click shut before retrieving the book. After a deep, calming breath, I turn to the page where my bookmark rests.

Chapter 3: Foods to Eat in Your First Trimester.

It’s way past dinnertime when I reach my home, and my feet hesitate at the landing at the sound of a feminine voice talking to Mrs. Kowalski.

Daisy?

That can’t be right. I just saw her.

“Look who finally showed up.” Chloe, perched at the kitchen counter, raises her head from a fashion magazine.

“Why are you here so late?” I approach my sister, dropping my laptop bag onto the couch.

“I was right on time for dinner. Hate to break it to you, big brother, but you’re the latecomer here.”

Shit! Did we plan something and I forgot?

“Relax! I’m just an unannounced guest.” My sister grins, snagging another cookie from the half-empty plate in front of her.

“Sorry, had too much work.” I ruffle her hair before settling onto the barstool beside her.

She makes an annoyed sound, swatting my hand away.

“Really? Because I checked with your temp assistant, and he said you left work at six. Where’ve you been for the last three hours?” My little sister sits up, swiveling in her seat to face me.

She’s like a bloodhound when it comes to digging up info. I usually enjoy her talent, but not today, when it’s directed at me.

Though she’s out of luck.

There’s no way I’m confessing that I’ve been spending my evenings parked outside Daisy’s friend’s apartment with one of the pregnancy books in hand, just to catch a glimpse of my wife.

Was it really three hours today?

Who cares? It was well worth it.

Daisy came out for a walk with Willow. And bless the spring weather, I was able to catch a glimpse of her pregnant belly in that crop top she paired with her joggers.

Chloe snaps her fingers before my face, pulling my attention back to her.

“I was in a meeting at a client’s office.” The lie slips past my lips effortlessly.

“Uh-huh,” my sister mutters under her breath, as if she already knows my bullshit. But otherwise, she’s quiet, and that can only mean one thing. She’s got bigger fish to fry tonight.

“Why did you say you’re here?” I ask to know the reason for her unexpected arrival.

“I wanted to have dinner with my brother.” She gives me that smile that means mischief half the time.