Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
"I won't regret this either," I murmur. There isn't a doubt in my mind about that. If she won't marry me when I'm her boss, I simply won't be her boss any longer. Problem solved.
"Then good for you," my twin mutters.
"Thanks. I guess I'll let you go…do your fiancée."
"Dick," he says, chuckling.
"Oh. Hey. One more thing."
"Why is there always one more thing with you?" he groans.
"What do you think about hiring a new social media manager?"
"Uh, isn't that Constance's job?"
"Currently, yes. But I have other ideas for her."
"What ideas? You know what? I don't actually care. Do whatever you want, just get off my fucking phone already."
"Fine. Just remember you said that."
"Whatever. Bye, dick."
"Talk to you later," I say, chuckling as he hangs up on me.
I start to tuck my phone in my pocket and then pause to fire off a text to Haven.
Me: I need a favor.
Haven: What?
Me: Can you get Constance's job listed?
I barely have the message sent before she's calling me.
"What do you mean, list her job?" she growls in my ear. "That's her job. If you're thinking about taking her job from her, I swear to God, Bastian, I'll…"
"Jesus Christ, do you have any faith in me?"
"Do you really want me to answer that right now?" she asks, pure venom lacing the saccharine question.
"She's working her ass off all day, every day. I figured someone else could handle our social media so that she can focus on other things."
"What things?"
Carrying my babies.
I figure I probably shouldn't say that part, though. If Haven doesn't kill me for it, Constance definitely will when she finds out.
"Her talents go beyond social media management. With this new alcohol line launching soon, and Ridley adding Ambrosia Kisses to the winery menu, we need a helluva lot more than just social media management help."
"Fine," she sniffs. "I'll do it before I leave today. But you need to talk to her about it before then because she's not going to be happy."
"Why won't she?"
Haven snorts. "Do you know her at all, Bastian?"
"Yes," I growl.
"Then you should know the answer to that question," she snaps, like she thinks I don't know Constance better than I know myself at this point. Will she be pissed? Yeah, probably. But once she knows the full scope of what I'm doing, she'll understand why I'm doing it.
We can't work together, at least not like we have been. So long as she feels like she answers to me in any way, she'll never give us a real chance. She'll always fucking worry that we'll fuck it up and she'll lose the things that matter to her. So, I'm giving up every bit of control I have over her. She'll be a co-owner of the winery in my place. She'll have her own department and whatever title she wants. We'll be on equal footing in every way.
If that isn't enough to show her that she's it for me…fuck, I don't know what I'm going to do. Probably lose my mind and drag her to the altar kicking and screaming.
"Are you even listening to me?" Haven cries into the phone.
"Yes, I'm listening. And I hear you," I sigh. "I'll talk to her about it."
"Good," she retorts. "You owe me for this."
"If you'd keep your cousins out of my damn office, I'd give you the moon, baby cousin."
"I don't want the moon. And it's weird how them bugging you sounds so much like a you problem to me. They are not my circus or my flying monkeys."
"Monkeys don't fly."
"Your jackass cousins do. Get off my phone."
I chuckle when she hangs up on me, exactly like Jareth did. Before I can even tuck my phone in my pocket, it dings with an incoming message.
I grin when I see that it's from Constance.
Constance: Did you know there's a harvester rusting behind the winery?
Me: Yes. Why?
Constance: Because I'm pretty sure Ridley and Paisley were just having sex back there.
Me: Jesus Christ. Again?
Constance: Wait. You knew they had sex back there?
I can't help but smile at the question. How did she not know? They've been fucking all over the property damn near since Paisley got here.
Me: Baby, I'm pretty sure everyone has sex back there. Lucy and Oliver probably conceived their baby back there.
Constance: We've never been back there.
"Jesus," I mutter, tripping over a fucking root. If she's suggesting she wants to have sex behind the winery, I'm not telling her no.
Me: Meet me there when you're finished for the day.
Constance: I have plans, remember?
Shit. I forgot about her going to Los Angeles for the night.
Her future sister-in-law, Sutton, is performing at an awards show tomorrow and invited her down to visit. I guess they were going to come and see her after the show, but something came up, and they have to fly back to Nashville immediately after the show tomorrow. Constance thought about canceling, but I wouldn't let her. She rarely gets to see her family, and I know how much she misses her brother. Hell no, she's not canceling her chance to see him because of me.