The Billionaire's Regret
“Daddy Adrian has to work.”
“Five minutes.”
“Two.”
“Four.”
“Two and a half.”
“Three.”
“You can’t even read a clock yet.”
“I can feel time.”
Adrian laughed again. “Three minutes. Deal.”
Poppy gave a tiny cheer, then took my phone, under my strict supervision, to the rug to show him Adrian’s castle first, then Sebastian’s castle, then Bunny’s position as legal counsel, then the spot where “Daddy Sebastian will stand if the dino comes, but he’s not allowed to step on the swimming pool.”