All Chapters of Too Late, Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CLAY’S POV“Everything’s locked down?” I asked for the third time, rubbing a hand over my jaw as I stared out of the glass wall of my London office.“Clay,” Philip drawled on the other end of the line, amusement tainting his voice, “if it were any tighter, the building would have to need an underground passage or something. Relax, buddy.”I huffed. “I’m serious.”“I know you are. That’s the problem.” He chuckled. “We installed the cameras, motion sensors, window alarms, reinforced locks, silent alerts straight to our dispatch. She’s safer than most diplomats I’ve protected.”I felt some of the stiffness in my shoulders melt off as I relaxed a bit more. “Sounds great. Thank you, Phil.”“Anytime, Banner. Besides, it's quite refreshing to see you so protective over a girlfriend.”“She’s not my girlfriend,” I corrected , more as a reminder to myself than to actually explain anything to him.My work pal laughed heartily. “You say that, but I don’t notice the difference. You’ve called me l

ANYTA’S POVTeddy held the crayon like it was a sacred instrument, his little tongue poking out in concentration as he added one last crooked line to the paper.“There,” he announced proudly, lifting it toward the camera. “Look, Grandma.”Grandma Jo let out an exaggerated gasp on the screen. “Oh my goodness. Now who are those beautiful people, Teddy bear?”“That’s you,” Teddy replied solemnly, pointing at a shorter stick figure, holding what I assumed was a cane. “You’re the queen.”I laughed, warmth spreading through my chest as I leaned closer to the laptop. “She is the queen, Teddy. You got that part right.”Grandma Jo beamed. “And who’s this tall one with the long legs?”“That’s Mama,” he said excitedly, then added a stroke to the wonky crown on top of my image's head. “Mama’s a pwincess’ .”My throat tightened, as I hugged my son.“That she is, baby.”I met Grandma Jo's eyes, and as I opened my mouth to speak, my phone buzzed on the coffee table.This was the tenth vibration, fro

ANYTA'S POV“You look tired, sweetheart,” Clay murmured in the gentlest voice. “Have you been sleeping well?”“If you think I'm ugly just say that.”“I've never thought you're ugly,” he replied. “You're very beautiful, Anyta. You just have slight dark circles under your eyes.”I snorted, tucking my ear behind my ear. “I was just joking. And no, I haven't been sleeping so well. Teddy was extra fussy at night for like two days.”A sigh escaped me as I shrugged, meeting Clay’s heavy gaze through the screen. “I took him to the hospital and it turns out, he's just teething.”“Oh,” he nodded. “That's good then. They gave him something to help with the fussiness?”“Yeah. I'm looking forward to having a goodnight sleep tonight.”“Hmm, should I end the call so you can get to it?”“No!” The word came out sharper than I intended.I cleared my throat and smiled, “it's just 9. We can talk for a few more minutes.”Clay's cheeks dimpled as he grinned. And I had to grip the sheets beside me to steady

ANYTA’S POVI sat across from Laura at the little bistro two streets away from the agency.It was my favourite one so far, mainly because of the uneven tables and the chalkboard menu that seemed like they'd been there since the business started. I found it…whimsical.My salad sat untouched in front of me, condensation beading on the glass of lemonade beside it, while Laura animatedly waved her fork in the air like a conductor’s baton.“We definitely should go to the club this weekend or at least do something fun to celebrate our friendship,” she stuffed her mouth, then wiggled her eyebrows.“You might not see me again,” she sing-songed.I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head as I reached for my drink. “And why is that?”Laura shrugged, “You don't know? Lucille and I are going on a trip. She might finally get tired of putting up with my nonsense and murder me.”My cheeks ballooned as I held back my amusement. There was nothing funny about murder, hypothetical or not.Instead, I cleare

EVERETT’S POVLia’s hand was tucked neatly into the crook of my arm as I walked us through the agency's main entrance.Her fingers curled just tight enough to signal nerves, but not enough to slow me down.The lobby smelled like a mix of expensive perfume and floral air freshener. And the glasses looked spotlessly clean.My eyes found Anyta instantly.She sat at the front desk, her spine straight. Her expression had already started to harden the moment she saw me.God, she still did that thing when she was bothered…chin lifting a fraction and her eyes sharpening like blades.I bit the inside of my cheeks to hide a smile.Anyta's glare could’ve cut glass, so I blew her a kiss just to be an asshole.Her lips pressed into a thin line before she lowered her gaze to her computer.Satisfaction unfurled in my chest.Good. As long as she still gave me a reaction, whether good or bad, then she was still mine in some way.Lia squeezed my arm. “Is that her?”“Yes,” I said lightly. “My ex-wife.”