All Chapters of One Night Stand With The Billionaire Boss : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

“I know it’s not my fault, but I am the eldest, and because of that I get to make this decision.”“Alice, you’re not listening. I’m saying that neither of you have to give up everything for your mum. There are ways around it. I can help.”“Kip—”“I can try to find her boyfriend a job down here.”“He doesn’t want to stay in Wellington—he’s working at the family firm in Auckland and quite happy about it, I believe.”“But if he wants Charlie, he might be willing to change that for her.”“She doesn’t want that.”Jesus. These women.“That still doesn’t mean you have to stop seeing me,” I tell her. “What we’re doing right now is working, isn’t it?”“Not really, Kip. When you go, it kills me. I miss you so much. It’s so hard.”“Then I’ll come up every weekend.”“That’s not an answer. You’re tired anyway when I see you. Every weekend is going to kill you.”“People commute all the time.”“We’ve had this conversation. And anyway, even if you did do that, it’s not a permanent answer.”“I thought

“Mum, I’m fine.” Irritably, I drop my arm, walk over to one of the armchairs, and drop into it. I know I’m being mulish, but it’s taking all my willpower just to stop myself walking out. I’m too miserable to make an effort.I’ve never been the sort of person to want to talk through my problems, and to be fair my family knows this and they all ignore me for the next hour or so, while Pamela, our housekeeper, brings in the food that Pierre, the chef, has made. I pass on all of it, sickened at the thought of swallowing anything except the whisky. Why have I never thought about the fact that we have our own chef? How decadent is that?About every five seconds, I check my phone to see if Alice has texted me, but the screen remains dark, and my Apple watch refuses to buzz against my wrist to announce an incoming call. Slowly knocking back the whiskies, and taking off my glasses, I grow more morose as the evening goes on, having to sit there and listen to everyone cooing over the babies and

“Jesus.” He pauses, then gets out, comes around to my side, and lifts me out again. I stand by the flowerbeds, bent over with my hands on my knees, then vomit over the lobelia.He sighs, goes back to the car to get a water bottle, and hands it to me. I take a mouthful, rinse, and spit, then let him lead me back to the passenger seat.He drives me home, not saying anything, and takes my keys from me to open the door.“I don’t want coffee,” I mumble.“You’re going to drink a bottle of water, and then you’re going to sleep,” he informs me. He grabs a bottle of water from the fridge, takes me down the stairs to my bedroom, and guides me to the bed. He stands over me until I’ve drunk the whole bottle, then makes me lie back and pulls off my shoes.“Lock the door on your way out,” I mumble as he heads for the door.“I’m not going anywhere,” he says. “You’ll only choke on your vomit, and if you have a rock-star death I’ll never hear the end of it from Mum. I’ll be back in a minute.” He disap

KipI read it several times, then send it.It’s time to head over to my parents’ house. Dad bought each of us a breathalyzer when we were younger so we could make sure we weren’t over the limit after a few drinks. I haven’t used it for a while as I don’t tend to drink at all when I’m driving, but I take it out of the cupboard and blow into it, relieved to find I’m well under.Taking the presents with me, I get into the Merc and head out into the sunny morning.When I pull up at the house, Saxon’s Aston is already there, gleaming in the sunshine. I pick up the parcels and make my way inside, my stomach fluttering. It’s been a long time since I’ve had the need to apologize for bad behavior.As I pass the kitchen I see Mum there, talking to Pamela as they load a tray with cups of coffee. They both look over as I stop and walk in. Pamela gives a wry smile, and Mum gives me a look that says, ‘What am I going to do with you?’“Morning,” I say, going up to Mum, leaving the parcels on the cou

KipAfter my long phone call with Penny, I send a text to Sam, the pilot of the Knight Sky, then take my laptop out onto the deck and spend half an hour browsing and jotting down some notes until the doorbell goes. I answer it to find Craig standing there. To my relief, there’s no sign of Renée. I’m tempted to say, ‘So she let you out on your own, then?’ but I manage to restrain myself.“Jesus,” he says, staring at my eye, “what happened to you?”“Don’t ask,” I reply wryly. “Come in.” I stand back and let him pass, close the door, and follow him down the steps. “You want a coffee?”He shrugs. “Okay.”I take it as a sign that he’s planning to stay at least long enough to have a drink, and turn on the machine. “Thanks for coming,” I say as I start the espresso pouring. “I wasn’t sure you’d agree to it.” I glance at him. “Was Renée okay with you coming?” I’m genuinely curious, as I was convinced she’d arrive with him.He sits on one of the barstools and scratches at a mark on the counter.