My Ex’s Dad (Scandalous Billionaires #1) Read Online Lindsey Hart

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Scandalous Billionaires Series by Lindsey Hart
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
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“You told your granny about us?” There’s no hint of betrayal in my tone. Maybe just a slight inflection in my voice that betrays how worried I am because, technically, there’s not an us at all.

“Not really. I may have asked for advice, but what I told her isn’t going to go any further than that. I just needed someone to talk to. I’m sorry.”

“No!” I exclaim. Her face is getting that crestfallen look again. “I didn’t mean it was a bad thing.” I wave my hand at the fort. “Any of it.”

The only way I can think to salvage this is to get inside and have this not-so-awesome conversation in the Fort of Awesomeness.

I just want to hold her, kiss her, and let her know she’s the most magical magic. I want to treasure her and make her happy.

How do I get from here to there?

I race for it, sure that Amalphia will follow me inside. The thing is historically accurate, as far as most castles go. She’s carved the walls, even making little cutouts just in case she plans to dump hot oil during a siege. The ramparts are serrated at the top, and there are curved turrets on all four sides, each with a colored flag. Red, blue, green, yellow.

The door is up, but I spot the cardboard handle on the side. When I tug on it, the door lowers down on two pieces of rope.

I have to say, this is grade-A engineering.

Why did I never think to do this on my own?

Robot dogs and man caves are cool and all, but this is extra. It’s like asking for a sandwich and then finding out it comes with homemade spicy pickles.

The door is cut perfectly and rounded at the top. I thrust myself inside, eager to prove just how much I appreciate Amalphia’s efforts and how I didn’t mean to be an alpha a-hole about her talking to her family. She can tell her granny anything she likes. I’m just clamming up when I need to be jamming out, at least when it comes to words.

The doorway is the perfect size for Amalphia but not so much for a grown man.

There’s no way I’m going to be able to fit sideways. I manage to get one shoulder in and then twist it so it touches the floor.

I wedge in tighter than a champagne cork.

Well…shit. I guess this is just another version of sideways.

I’m not many things, but one thing I know for sure is going to be an issue in about three point six seven seconds? Claustrophobia. Small spaces are a hard nope.

My rational brain computes that this is cardboard, and I’m not really stuck, but my animal brain goes on an immediate tirade about being jammed into a tight little hole, never to see the light of day again. There’s no way out and no way in other than to probably break my shoulder and cut off my own arm.

“Warrick? Are you okay?”

“I…I’m fine.” Other than the fact that I’m practically licking the floor at the moment.

“Erm, it’s pretty cool inside, isn’t it? Granny said to the do the stars outside, but I thought inside would be so much cooler.”

Stars?

I crank my head around and look up instead of at the ground.

The jagged lines of my panic smooth out. Wow! Stars. They’re being projected from a little globe sphere in the middle of the fort. The castle’s walls are tall, probably five and a half feet, and inside, the roof that spans the whole thing from one wall to the next is also probably about that tall. The stars create a surreal atmosphere. It doesn’t seem like I’m just inside a box. It’s far more magical than that.

“Your granny told you to build a fort and get a star projector?”

“That’s right.” Amalphia sounds nervous behind me. I’m taking up all the room in the doorway, so it’s impossible to see her face. “I know it’s childish, but do you…do you think it might be okay? Even adults should have fun too. Why are forts just for kids?”

“I suppose camping and cabins are really just adult versions of that exact idea.”

“Maybe. But not as cool.”

“I would have died to do this when I was a kid. Literally given anything.” Great. Now, the words are coming when I wish I could bite them back.

She doesn’t say anything for the longest time, and then, “War? Are you stuck?”

I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from laughing. The whole I’m trapped, and I’m going to die feeling has passed.

I wriggle slightly, which makes the whole fort shake. I do it again, inching slowly this time and twisting my body at a different angle, trying to free my shoulder.

“Do you want me to shove your feet?”

“I don’t think that will help.” I imagine my knees buckling from the force and my shoulders going nowhere.


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