All Chapters of The Billionaire in oil-stained hands : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 61 Quashawn It was the last Friday of the month, which meant it was time for the thing I hated most putting on a suit, going into Baker Enterprises, sitting in that chair, and listening to the monthly reports. At least I got to have breakfast with my wife before leaving. I saw the confusion in her eyes the moment she saw me in a suit, but surprisingly, she didn’t ask any questions. I was glad she didn’t because I had a feeling if she did, I would’ve caved and told her the truth right there. I already felt bad enough about dinner. She’d asked about my boss, and I’d looked my wife straight in the face and lied to her. “Yeah, he’s a cool boss.” “Ugh.” I leaned my head back against the seat. Was I making things worse by waiting? Probably. I needed to find a chance to tell her the truth. The car stopping pulled me from my thoughts. I looked up at the familiar building before opening the door and stepping out. The moment I walked inside, I noticed someone sitting in the wa

Chapter 63 Quashawn I woke up early to make breakfast. Pancakes, sausages, toast, and strawberries. I even had her coffee waiting in her favorite cup before she came downstairs. I rubbed the small of my back and winced. Sleeping in the guest room was definitely not what I had in mind when I got married. Now I needed to find a way to get my wife back to me. The clicking of heels against the floor pulled me from my thoughts. I looked up; Fafane was coming downstairs, looking as graceful and beautiful as ever. “Good morning, wife.” She shot me a look. I ignored it. I pulled out a chair for her, waited until she sat down, then took the seat beside her. “How long are you going to give me the cold shoulder?” Without looking at me, she reached for her coffee. “Do you have a better explanation?” I reached for her hand. She moved it before I could touch her. Damn. “No, I don’t.” I moved a little closer. “But I’m really sorry that I lied to you. It won’t happen again.” She calmly

Chapter 65 Quashawn That stupid gala. I’d solved one problem, and somehow the biggest problem had come right back and slapped me in the face like, Hey, I’m still here. Don’t forget about me. Yeah, yeah, I knew. I should’ve opened my mouth this morning and said, Well, since we’re talking about the gala, there’s something else you should know. I’m also the Baker heir. But did I? No. I kept my mouth shut tighter than a damn zipper. Smart? Absolutely not, but after spending two nights in the guest room, I wasn’t exactly eager to give my wife another reason to kick me out. I was working at the shop when Jason pulled in. He climbed out of his car looking exhausted. “My tires got busted.” I looked at him, then at the tires. “You sure you don’t need help with the charity gala?” “I’m fine.” He waved me off as I got to work. “It’s not the gala keeping me awake. It’s my love life.” I laughed. “Tell me about it. Seems like the Baker men are having nothing but trouble with women lately

Chapter 67 Quashawn The next morning, I barely slept. All I could think about was Fafane’s face when she found out about me being the Baker heir. I’d imagined every possible scenario, and not a single one ended in my favor. Rubbing my face, I poured myself a cup of black coffee. I stood there for a moment, staring into the cup as I tried to figure out the best time to tell her the truth. I’d already spent a couple of days in the guest room. I didn’t even want to imagine where this new secret would land me once she found out. Taking a sip of my coffee, I leaned against the desk and tried to come up with a plan, but nothing worked. Eventually, I gave up trying to find the perfect way to tell her. There probably wasn’t one. By noon, Norman came to the shop and delivered the audit I’d requested. Before leaving, he stopped at the door. “Sir, was there anything else you needed?” I thought about it for a second. “No, not right now.” Unless he could help me with the Fafane situation,

Chapter 69 Quashawn By the time I got home, I had accepted one thing i was running out of time. Lunch had been a complete failure. I went to Fafane’s office with every intention of telling her the truth, but between Marie walking in, my phone ringing, and my own damn hesitation, I left without saying the one thing I’d gone there to say. I was a Baker, not just someone who worked around them or a simple mechanic. I was the Baker heir, and tomorrow I would be walking into a room filled with people who knew exactly who I was, with a wife who didn’t. I loosened my tie as I walked upstairs; maybe I should have just told her at lunch. No perfect speech, no planning, but just let it out. Fafane, I’m Quashawn Baker. Simple, except there was nothing simple about explaining everything that came after those four words. Why didn’t I tell her before we got married? Why did I let her believe I was only a mechanic? Why didn't I tell her when she found out I owned the shop? Why did I continue