Baby Be Mine (Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1) by Wanitta Praks Read Free Book Online

Estate for a good month, since most of
the time he was cooped up in his private apartment in Central
Auckland, Hunter stepped out of the car. Before he could fully
straighten, a big golden terrier ran and tackled him.
    “Hey, Dori.” Hunter scratched the dog’s ear
as he rolled around on the ground. “Long time, no see, little
bro.”
    In response, the dog just lay near Hunter’s
feet, wagging his tail, his tongue lopped out on one side in
satisfaction.
    “Hunter!” A deep voice sounded from inside
the house.
    “Crap!” he uttered. When he looked up, he
saw his father heading his way. “Hey, Dad. How’s life on this side
of the equator?”
    “Hunter, I’m going to strangle you,” Clinton
Silverton said by way of greeting his only son. “Why did I send you
to the States? You wasted my fortune!”
    Hunter’s father, Clinton, had wanted him to
go to the US to negotiate a deal. But his son had failed him. Not
only that, but he had partied each night away and spent all the
money meant for the expenditure of the deal on his midnight
pleasures. He didn’t report back until Anton told him the news
about the deal being off.
    “Come on, Dad. People make mistakes. I’m
sure we didn’t lose much.”
    “We didn’t lose much?” Clinton’s face fumed
with madness and he pulled at his hair in frustration with his
no-good son.
    “We lost a good three hundred grand,” he
said through gritted teeth.
    “Holy shit! That much?” Hunter asked,
surprised. Surely he didn’t spend all that much. He knew the
negotiation didn’t go well, so he assumed they would lose the deal
anyway. Instead of coming home immediately, he stayed in the States
a few days extra for some much needed holiday—the last one over two
weeks prior. Plus, it was an extra bonus to see Fern, his best
friend from college, too.
    “That much,” Clinton confirmed.
    “Look, Dad, I’m sorry. How about if I make
it up to you somehow?” Hunter asked. He didn’t like to disappoint
his father; the old man did fund his living expenses. Anything to
make him happy.
    “Good. You will go to the meeting today,”
Clinton declared.
    “No. Not the meeting,” he moaned. “You know
how boring it is. The last time I was there, I fell asleep.”
    “Well, you’ve got to learn somewhere. You’ll
be taking over this empire pretty soon. I’m not going to be here
forever,” Clinton said, persuading his son.
    Clinton knew his son loved him and would
never intentionally disappoint him. Sure, he was a little bit of a
rotten egg once in a while, but the boy just needed some
responsibility to toughen him up and straighten his path. This time
he was sure to make his son take full responsibility, and good
practice starts with having a good mentor. He was certain Anton
would be his perfect mentor.
    “Come now, Dad. Don’t talk like that.”
Hunter led his father to the azalea trestle that shaded the roof
from the sun, where there were a few outdoor seats. “Here, sit
down.” He gestured for his father to take one of the seats and
started massaging his father’s arms. “A young man like you will
live up to a hundred years.”
    “Only a hundred?” Clinton smiled at his son,
a sparkle of love in his eyes, no longer angry.
    “Okay, a hundred and fifty, then.” Hunter
smiled, happy his father was no longer mad at him.
    “I don’t need to live that long. I just want
to see you and Anton get married, settle down, and have a
family.”
    “Well, for Anton, there won’t be a problem,
but for me, well, let’s just wait and see how the future pans out.”
He scratched his nose.
    “Can’t you do this much for your old man?”
Clinton asked in desperation.
    Clinton knew he was getting old. He wanted
his son to have a family. More importantly, he wanted a grandchild.
He was way over sixty. His first wife, Andrea, conceived Hunter
when she was in her early thirties, while Clinton was in his
forties. Once Hunter was born, his beautiful wife had passed away,
due to cancer,