The Billionaire And His One Night Stand

Los Angeles, Sebastian

Seated at my desk in my Los Angeles office, I had just received the reassuring news from Mia that her blood test had gone well. It was a relief, and I felt a sense of calm wash over me as I concluded the phone call.

However, my serenity was soon disrupted when my assistant entered the meeting room to inform me that my father was waiting for me in my office. With another meeting scheduled to begin in less than fifteen minutes, I hoped that this conversation would be brief. I made my way to my office, where my father sat patiently, and I greeted him with a nod.

“Dad,” I acknowledged, taking a seat behind my desk and gesturing for him to proceed. I was unsure of the direction this conversation would take.

“I know you are married to Mia Anderson now,” my father began, his tone measured and composed. I nodded in confirmation, wondering where he was heading with this discussion.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

He continued, addressing the practicalities of our situation. “Your office is here in LA, and Mia lives in New York. Have you discussed living arrangements considering that your baby will be born soon?”

I nodded again, my expression thoughtful. “Yes, Dad, we’ve talked about it. For the time being, we’ve decided to settle in New York.”

My father observed me, considering my response. “I’ve heard that you purchased a mansion in New York,” he mentioned, raising an eyebrow. “Is there a problem with that?”

I was mildly surprised by my father’s interest in these details, but I answered honestly, “No, there’s no problem with it. I thought it would be a comfortable and secure place for Mia during her pregnancy.”

My father nodded, his expression contemplative. “I was thinking, Sebastian, that maybe we can make some changes here to accommodate your needs. We could potentially move your main office to New York.”

I arched an eyebrow, intrigued by the suggestion. “Is that a possibility?” I inquired, wondering how it might impact our business operations.

My father met my question with a determined nod. “It is a possibility, and it’s something we should explore. Your family is important, and we want to support you as best we can.”

I appreciated the sentiment behind my father’s words. While our relationship had been strained in the past, it seemed that he was willing to adapt and accommodate the changes that my marriage and impending fatherhood would bring. This was a positive step forward, and I was encouraged by his willingness to consider moving my main office to New York, where Mia and I had decided to build our family.

“Thank you, Dad,” I said sincerely. “I appreciate your support, and I think this could be a viable solution. We’ll need to discuss it further and assess the logistics, but it’s good to know that the option is on the table.”

My father nodded in agreement. “Of course, we’ll need to ensure a smooth transition, but I believe it’s a step in the right direction. Your family comes first, and I’m here to help make that a reality.”

As my father concluded our conversation, I felt a renewed sense of gratitude for his support. It was reassuring to know that I had him on my side, especially given the complicated dynamics within our family. I watched him exit my office and turned my attention to the steaming cup of coffee and the half-eaten sandwich waiting for me.

My father was, undoubtedly, one of the few rational and sane members of our family, alongside Patrick. While the rest of our relatives often seemed embroiled in their own dramas and agendas, my father had consistently offered a more level-headed perspective. I hoped that our collaborative effort to potentially move my main office to New York was a sign of a more supportive and understanding relationship between us.

After enjoying a brief moment to refuel with coffee and a quick bite, I returned to my laptop. Another meeting was already underway in the conference room, and I knew I had to focus on the business at hand. However, my phone rang during the meeting, and I saw that it was Patrick calling. In the midst of the discussions, I silenced the phone, intending to call him back later. There was no way to predict how long this meeting would take, and I couldn’t afford any further interruptions.

A few minutes later, my assistant entered the conference room, her demeanor urgent. She gestured for me to step outside, and I excused myself from the meeting, feeling slightly frustrated by the series of interruptions.

“What is it?” I asked, my patience wearing thin due to the ongoing distractions. I wanted this meeting to proceed smoothly and efficiently.

“Patrick is on the phone,” she informed me with a sense of urgency. “He insists that it’s urgent and requests to speak with you.”

I let out an exasperated sigh, knowing that Patrick wouldn’t make such a request lightly. I followed my assistant back to my office, where I took the phone from her, preparing to speak with my brother.

“Yes, brother,” I greeted him with a mix of curiosity and concern, anticipating that something significant must have prompted his call.

“I need you to come to New York, and bring Mia with you to my office,” Patrick’s voice came through the line, firm and resolute. “It’s important.”