I love being a dad. But how would my kids feel about me having more kids? Could I be enough for that many people?
There are so many questions I can’t answer clearly. Jules deserves a man who will make her his whole world, and I already have four kids. But would another man care for her the way I do?
I pick up my mug of coffee and head for my office, eager to focus on something else.
Hudson McClain is a self-made billionaire.He could have the finest steakhouse built inside his home if he wanted to, but his favorite restaurant is a family-owned Italian place that’s been in business for more than fifty years.
“No!” Rosina, one of the owners, slaps the hand of the young server who just set a bowl of butter packets on the table. “Take it away.”
“It’s okay, Rosina,” Hudson says.
“We make fresh butter for you, Mr. McClain.”
“Hudson.”
He has his own table in the place. It’s a secluded one, a curtain available to close if he wants privacy. The walls in the nook that houses the table are covered with framed news articles about Hudson and the Crush.
Once Rosina is done fussing over giving him everything exactly the way he likes it, he flashes me a smile. “Who needs a wife? I’ve got a nonna taking care of me.”
He’s been divorced for years, and he seems genuinely happy single. He’s only forty-five and he likes being able to do what he wants whenever he wants to.
“So, how’s life?” I ask him, taking a sip of the red wine Rosina poured me.
“Can’t complain. Lost my ass in a real estate deal, then made it up in a good stock trade.”
“How much is your ass when you’re a billionaire?”
He shrugs. “Three million. Part of my ass, I suppose.”
Rosina brings us some freshly baked bread and two dishes with fresh, whipped butter, then closes the curtain as she leaves.
“How about you?” Hudson asks. “You were a dick when I saw you the other day, but that’s nothing new.”
He’s my boss, but also my friend. There’s no team owner I’d rather work for than him.
“You know how it goes.”
He sits back in his seat, gently swirling the wine in his glass. “I know there’s something on your mind, Noel. You don’t ask me to have dinner unless it’s something serious.”
I nod, deciding to just come out with it. “I’ve been seeing our social media coordinator.”
His brows fly up. “Jules?”
“Yeah.”
“How in the fuck did you pull that off?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “What, like I’m so bad?”
“No, you’re, you know ... but she’s ...”
“Anyway,” I say, aggravated. “We’d been seeing each other for around two months until a couple weeks ago.”
“Does Deb know?”
“No. I’d never tell Deb before you.”
“Does anyone know?”
