The Billionaire's Regret
Poppy sat cross-legged on top of it, her little cardigan still covering her chubby body, her tiny feet disappearing beneath her skirt and the blanket, her bangs falling over half her forehead, her miniature Sebastian face looking far too pleased with itself.
Then she reached for the iPad in Sebastian’s hand.
I saw it and nearly choked on my own private rage. “You’re letting her touch that?”
Sebastian, who was reading something on his phone, didn’t even lift his head. “Yes.”
I stared at the thin black iPad. The thing looked like it contained million-euro mergers, meeting schedules, the names of people who were probably being legally threatened, and possibly one special folder on how to make t