Dom Vs: Domme: The Deluxe Trilogy: A Billionaire Romance (Dom Vs. Domme Book 0) by Cynthia Dane Read Free Book Online

wedding. Telling the world that I was born two months prematurely is better.
    Don’t hold it against my mother, though. She’s smart and capable. Not only did she teach me chess, but she taught me almost everything I know. She taught me how to read, how to do basic math, and even how to change a tire and check oil – not that I ever do those things. She stayed married to my father for a whole twenty years. The length of time stipulated in the prenup that said she would be viable for half my father’s fortunes in a divorce. The man knew it was coming. Said he owed her that much for putting up with his ass for twenty years.
    So now my mother is filthy rich. Most would have taken the money and ran, but after the divorce she stayed with my father’s company as a key investor. She’s almost as rich as him now.
    “Let me guess… girl problems?”
    Lots of guys are used to hearing their mothers say that. Except most guys don’t have Caroline Grant-Mathers for a mother. She doesn’t make a statement like that lightly. Not unless she’s totally sure what’s going on.
    “I said I’m concentrating.” I’m always so full of shit around my mother. “I know how good you are at this game.”
    “And I know how good you are. Your terrible playing speaks volumes right now.”
    Not only does she end up taking my knight, but she’s got my king trapped in two different places. I’ve got one out, but she was probably banking on me being so scatterbrained today that I would never notice.
    “You going to tell me what’s going on or not?”
    I sigh. When my mother bites into something, she never lets go. Stubborn like that. Some would say I get it from her. “You’re absolutely convinced that a woman is involved…”
    She looks at me with neither exasperation nor disbelief. My mother controls her emotions way too well. “It’s you, dear. Anything you don’t tell me I’ll find out from the papers. Can you blame me for rather hearing it from your lips? And the truth, at that?”
    I have to come up with something to placate her. So I tell her about Friday’s meeting. My mother is tangentially involved in The Grand project. Putting up some of the funds we’re using to buy the property and do the renovations. Oh, and she recommended that design firm we’re working with.
    “That’s highly unlike Kathryn.” My mother studies the board, but I can tell she’s thinking about something else. “Or any of the Alisons. They’re usually on top of things.” She shrugs. “I’m sure it was a fluke. Things will go swimmingly from here.”
    My mother picks up her queen and decimates a pawn. A quick glance at the board tells me that she’s also set herself up to take another pawn. “You’re not the one who has to work with her,” I mumble.
    “Hmm?” Those thin lips clad in thick, red lipstick intimidate me sometimes. My mother is the only woman who can legitimately make me shake in my boots. Probably because she’s the only one who knows me so damn well. “Do you have a problem with Kathryn? I wasn’t under the impression you two knew each other well.”
    “We both went to the Winchester School.”
    “You’re older than her.”
    “We know each other well enough.”
    “Well enough to have a problem?”
    My mother is treading dangerous waters. I can hear the end of that sentence right now. “You don’t usually have a problem with women at work. What did you do to Kathryn?” I’m not sure how to tell my mom what’s “going on” with Kathryn. How we got to second base as teenagers before Caroline Grant-Mathers’s golden boy spilled the goods before sampling the main course. Or how I hooked up with a starlet two nights ago and called out Kathryn’s name.
    “She brings out a side of me I’m not keen on.” The kind that majorly fucks up. Especially with his dick.
    “You two butt heads because she’s a take-charge kind of woman.”
    “I suppose you could say that.” Surely, that’s one way to put it. As long