All Chapters of The Billionaire in oil-stained hands : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 32 Quashawn I should’ve known anything involving Fafane was going to be spectacular. When she told me to show up at the church, everything was already set up. I didn’t think her ex-fiancé would be there, let alone that she would switch grooms at the altar, but then again, what was I expecting? When we got to the reception, and she took the mic to introduce herself as Fafane Baker, I’m not going to lie, I felt proud. She stood confidently in a room full of people ready to tear her apart and made sure every last one of them knew exactly who she was now. On the other side of the room, I could feel my own family’s eyes on me, especially my mother’s. It was like the woman was silently asking, What kind of trouble did you bring us into? I’d made her promise not to say anything until after the wedding, so the only thing she could do was burn a hole through my back with her eyes. I watched as Fafane put on her little show, playing the video of her sister and ex making out in her

Chapter 34 Quashawn After breakfast, I dropped Fafane off to get her car and watched her drive away before heading to the garage. As soon as I walked in, I knew something was wrong. My employees were gathered around the office, looking everywhere except at me. “What’s going on?” I asked, flipping through the pile of documents on my desk. “Boss, one of your customers is here,” one of them finally said. “What’s wrong with the car?” Silence met my question. I looked up. “Is nobody here able to fix it?” More silence. Jake finally pointed toward the waiting area. “She wants you personally.” The second they said that, I knew who it was. I dropped the papers on my desk and went to change before heading out. “Good morning, Ms. Fatima. What’s going on with the car?” I asked while we walked around her car. She leaned against it, her long nails tracing the hood. “It’s making a weird sound, and there’s a light blinking.” I made a note before checking the dashboard and looking under th

Chapter 36 Quashawn Sitting behind the desk in my garage office, I couldn’t help smiling as I remembered having her here. In my space, not some fancy office or expensive restaurant, but the greasy garage where I spent most of my time, she looked comfortable. Now she had me wondering if there would ever come a day when I could convince her to crawl under a car with me. I smiled wider because there was hope. The office door opened without a knock, ruining my daydream. Malik walked in like he owned the place. I stared at the ceiling. “Don’t you have a job like normal people do?” He pulled out the chair across from me and sat down. “I am doing my job.” I frowned. “How?” “Annoying you is one of my favorite jobs.” He tossed a few M&M’s into his mouth. I reached across the desk and snatched the tray away from him. “If you don’t have anything serious to say, leave me alone.” He scoffed. “Your wife hired one of my guys.” That got my attention. “Who? And why?” “Because of the info

Chapter 38 Quashawn This was the part of the month I hated being in a suit, sitting behind a desk. Listening to a room full of people tell me how I should run my own damn company. Worse, listening to some of them lie straight to my face about the monthly reports like I was some fool who didn’t know any better simply because I wasn’t here every day. That was the mistake people made with me: they saw the garage, my hands covered in grease, and the cars, and assumed I wasn’t paying attention to anything else. I knew exactly what happened inside Baker Enterprises whether I was sitting behind this desk or underneath a car. I wasn’t listening to a word my assistant, Norman, was saying as I scrolled through the rest of my schedule. It was full of meeting after meeting, then lunch, and my finger stopped. Henry Wilson. Well, well, I looked up. “Why do I have a meeting with Henry Wilson?” Norman immediately checked his tablet. “He has a business proposal that he believes would be benefi

Chapter 40 Fafane Although Quashawn told me he lived in the house, I didn’t believe him. There was no way, because I'd walked through almost every room when he showed me around, and the place barely looked lived in. Besides the living room, kitchen, and his bedroom, most of the rooms were practically empty. Apparently, the man bought a whole house to live in three rooms. So, I decided to spend the day furniture shopping; I wasn’t moving into an empty house. The first store I walked into had me questioning that decision within twenty minutes; there were too many choices. I took a picture of a cream-colored sectional and sent it to Quashawn. Me: “What do you think?” His response came a few minutes later. Quashawn: “Whatever you want, wife.” I rolled my eyes, then I found a dining table. Me: “This one?” Quashawn: “ Whatever you want, wife.” With the Curtains and barstools, he gave the same answer. Quashawn: “ Whatever you want, wife.” By the fourth time, I was standing