Todos los capítulos de Dear Ex, I'm Your Godmother Now: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

DavenA short, dry laugh escaped me, though there was nothing funny about what she'd just said. The sound died almost as soon as it left me. Is she... serious right now?"Miss Kral," I said slowly, and set my glass down so my hand would have something to do. "I am forty three years old. I am Adrian's godfather and I have been his guardian since he was twelve. I am, by any measure you care to use, a man whose life has been settled for a very long time.""Yes, I know.""Then you will forgive me if I ask the obvious question." I leaned back and studied her properly. Her hair was pinned flat at the nape. Her jacket was black, her jewelry minimal, her posture straight without strain. There was nothing soft in her, nothing that begged to be liked, and for some reason that made it harder to look away. "You lead a shipping empire that moves a third of the cargo through the Baltic. You have no need of a name. Kral Maritime stands on its own. Why would a woman in your position want a Kingsley m

DavenI could not sleep that night. I sat in the study with the lamp off and the city lights spread across the window, and the same sentence kept turning over in my head until it lost all meaning. 'The Kingsley name.' It had been said in the calmest voice I had ever heard from anyone, and I could not stop hearing it.At one in the morning I called Grant.He arrived in twenty minutes, dressed but visibly hurried, his tie knotted a little too tight at the throat. I told him everything, plainly and in order, and watched his face go through several stages in seconds. When I finished, he stood very still beside the desk, his hands clasped before him."She proposed to you," he said carefully. "Directly.""Directly.""Forgive me, sir. I have been trying to think what she could want. If it is the route, she already has it. If it is money, she has more than she can spend. If it is influence, a contract would give it to her with fewer complications." He frowned at the carpet. "I cannot find the

AdrianA short, broken laugh escaped me before I could stop it. For a second, I waited for Father to join in and admit he was joking. He didn't. He sat there with his hands folded over his stomach, watching me, that small smile still on his face."Sorry," I said. "I think I misheard. It sounded for a second like you said...""You heard me.""Married." The word came out thin and strange. "To Ravenna Kral.""Yes.""Father, you've only met her ... once." My palm pressed against my forehead as a dull buzzing started in my head. "You've never been with anyone in your entire life, and now you're telling me you're marrying a woman you barely know? The same woman who spent a month making me crawl just to get a meeting?""Twice, actually." He replied, lips curved. "I've met her twice, and I know exactly who she is."A broken scoff slipped past my lips. "Do you?" The words came out sharper than intended. His eyebrow lifted, and I lowered my hand to my knee, forcing myself to try again. "I just

Ravenna Daven called on a Tuesday morning while I was halfway through a contract, a pen between my teeth and papers spread across the desk. I nearly let it ring out. Then his name appeared on the screen, and somehow, I found myself sitting up straighter. Annoying. "Miss Kral." "Mr. Kingsley." The pen came out of my mouth. "Is something wrong?" "Nothing is wrong." A brief pause followed. I could picture him leaning back in that enormous leather chair of his, eyes fixed on the window. "Richard Calloway called my office this morning. He and his wife would like to join us for dinner on Friday. They feel it would be proper to spend some time together before the wedding arrangements go much further." "How thoughtful of them." "It is a courtesy, nothing more. You aren't obliged to entertain them if you'd rather not. I can easily tell them your schedule won't allow it." He cleared his throat. "I'd simply prefer you didn't feel cornered into agreeing." A smile tugged at my lips. That s

Daven"Would you like to stay the night?"Ravenna paused beside her chair, one hand resting on its back. For a moment, she simply stared at me. Then her lips curved into a smile. "Mr. Kingsley, are you asking me to sleep over?""I'm suggesting it would be sensible. It's late, and there's no reason to send a car out when you could stay here.""Of course. Purely a matter of road safety.""Among other things."Her smile widened.Negotiating multimillion-pound contracts had never required this much explaining. Yet somehow, inviting my future wife to spend the night in my house had become an exercise in defending perfectly reasonable decisions."Well," she said, pretending to consider it, "it would be rather silly to refuse an opportunity to test out my future home.""Your future home?""Unless you've changed your mind about the wedding in the last five minutes.""I... I haven't.""Good. Then I'll accept."She slipped her shoe back