All Chapters of Mommy Is Dating A Billionaire: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Cas’ pov After Ripley left, it was time for my father to stop by. I didn’t want her to stay here for this. Partly because my father is an ass and can say the wrong thing, and I don’t want to have to lose my shit and tear a stitch when he does. But also because I am not sure what we’re going to discuss. Ripley is a good person—the fucking best. Morally just and all that crap. And I am a person who has operated in the gray area for a lot of years. Not good nor bad; morally, maybe not right, but legally fine. When I started working for my dad, I wanted to do things right and make a difference, but soon I realized there was no fucking point. It wasn’t until I met Ripley that I felt the need to do better. But if I had to resort to my old ways to save Ripley, River, and Rose, I’d do it. I’d never killed before, though, and I’d rather not break my promise to Ripley. The door opened, and dad walked in like he owned the place. “Dad….” “Son…” He replied, looking like he gave a fuck. Was

Cas’ pov “Are you sure?” Ripley asked at night. We had celebrated my coming home with cake, and they had decorated the house. River and Rose had painted a big banner with Leticia and Ripley. They had hung flags, and they were so fucking proud of their work. It was adorable. Coming home to that house made me instantly relax. I had never really had that feeling of coming home that people get. None of my houses really felt like home; they were just places I lived in for a while. But they didn’t feel more like mine than a hotel room. But here, I felt comfortable. I felt like I belonged. It was more the people than the place, but the house had grown on me. It was so much smaller than what I was used to, but that made the place more cozy. And I liked that you didn’t have to go far to see each other. Ripley literally got lost in my house. Multiple times. But now the girls were in bed, and it was just Ripley and me. “Sure about what?” I replied. Ripley had the tendency of having an ent

Cas’ pov“And now, breaking news.” The news anchor said.It had been a struggle to watch the news, because Ripley said that wasn’t relaxing. She had dragged our matrass to the living room, got a bunch of pillows from god knows where, and placed them everywhere.How many pillows does this woman have? It’s fucking insane, but it’s also cute as fuck. She made a nest or something out of the bed. Pillows everywhere, and she tucked me in with a very soft and fluffy blanket. She tucked me in! Like I was a fucking child, yet I loved it.Then, she made me breakfast in bed, and when I complained about the crumbs in our bed, she said she’d change the sheets before we’d go to bed at night. River and Rose joined me in bed for a bit before they got dressed and started to play.I couldn’t get dressed, though. Ripley had been fucking strict about me staying in my pajamas. I don’t even own pajamas. So it was basically sweatpants and a shirt, but fine. It was more comfortable than the rest of my clothes

Cas’ povWhile I had enjoyed having Ripley as my nurse and River and Rose as my helpers, doing absolutely nothing still feels very foreign to me.Not working isn’t that bad. It’s the sitting around all day in a spot that’s getting to me. I need to work out, I need to run. Or something. I need a goddamn drive around town.Go to the beach. Anything that’s not sitting at home watching another fucking movie.It’s just not me. I am not built for this shit.Or maybe it’s that I know that as soon as I am healthy and cleared for work, there’s a shitload of stuff to do. I can’t just sign over the company, there needs to be a transition period. Not just for Kennedy, but for the staff as well.Not to mention I need to go to court and get this divorce finalized, but even all the money in the world can’t speed up the judicial system, it seems.Not that I have all the money in the world. I’m living off my girlfriend right now, and I fucking love it.Things that seemed so normal to me are really spec

Cas’ povI could tell you about the boring meetings I’ve had to attend. Boring doesn’t even cut it; it's soul-crushing, frustrating, and fucking irritating to meet with people I don’t like. Not like is another understatement. I fucking loathe most of them.Arrogant bastards that are against any kind of change.And my dad is the worst one.I could tell you about how, when Kennedy arrived, she charmed everyone’s socks off. Not that it made one bit of difference, they all still thought she’d be crap as CEO.Thankfully, me and the other smartest people in the company came up with a plan. I had asked Kennedy if she just wanted to be the face of the company or if she actually wanted to contribute and do the whole nine-to-five thing. And she chose the second option, to my surprise.I could tell you how we decide together which courses at business schools he should attend. Which workshops and which training on the job were necessary for her to be successful at my job.I could even tell you how