The Billionaire Scoop: A BWWM Romance (Secrets & Deception Book 1) by Mia Caldwell Page A
Authors: Mia Caldwell
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flooding her.
“Your turn. I’m almost afraid to ask, but where’s your mom in this whole thing? You haven’t mentioned her.”
He briefly looked away.
“When I was twenty-one and Judy was sixteen, my mom died of ovarian cancer. It was terrible losing her, but I felt even worse for my sister Judy; it broke my heart to see her lose her at such a crucial time. It’s been about five years since then, and it turns out I had nothing to worry about—Judy’s strong, a soldier. She’s more like my dad than I’ve ever been, so she’s hardy and focused. She knows exactly what she wants and goes for it. Well, except in one area.”
He grinned.
“She has this massive crush on my best friend Scott, but it’s like she refuses to acknowledge it to herself or decided not to do anything about it for whatever reason. Maybe she has a deal with herself, like you.”
He shrugged and she shoved him playfully.
“Either way, I wish my mom could have seen how she turned out. I think Judy is both my mom and dad’s favorite kid and I don’t blame ‘em. She’s pretty awesome. Can’t wait to introduce you two. Speaking of sisters, what about yours? What happened?”
“She and I were pretty close growing up, but once we hit our teens, everything changed. She’s two years older than me and maybe I wasn’t cool enough to be around her friends—fine, I get it; younger siblings are never cool unless they’re famous or something—but it was so abrupt. She no longer confided in me, she partied all the time, despite my parents giving her curfews and chastising her and warning her of the dangers of whatever she was into, and then one day, she left with some guy and we haven’t heard hide nor hair from her since.”
“Wait, are you sure she’s okay? She might need help…”
Mari shook her head.
“That would be one hell of a Weekend at Bernie’s trick by someone, because I see updates on her Facebook with new profile pics of her smiling and having fun. She’s alive, she’s…healthy, I suppose, and she’s an adult, so my parents can’t do anything. She’s just…gone. I just hope she’s as happy as she looks in her profile photo. She hasn’t blocked me, but I can tell she’s got me in some kind of limited setting.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, as I don’t use Facebook. Anyway, I’m sorry you and your sister are no longer close—what a shame.”
She shrugged.
“Sometimes people just move on—whatever needs they had were met, so they have no other reason to keep someone around. I’ve thought about the whole thing a lot, and I’ve been watching other people’s relationships, and death is certainly the worst—things unsaid, things that can never be said haunt people and there’s not much they can do about it—but people have this huge capacity to forget others they were once inseparable from while both parties are still alive.
“My parents are super close and they’re best friends and everything, so it’s harder for me to see it happen to them, but my friend, Annie—her parents divorced, and they might not have grown up together, but they married young and grew together, shared all sorts of intimacy. They were super close too, and the most important things in each other’s lives for a long time. And then one day, they weren’t anymore; all that bonding severed. Of course, it probably didn’t help that her dad had eventually found a job that required him to go away every now and then, and I can only imagine the problems that sprung from that. The point is, for a lot of people, proximity is essential to fostering a bond—no matter how close and inseparable they once were.”
“Except in the case of true love, it seems0—no matter the distance, hearts bonded by true love don’t forget.”
Mari stared at him in wonder.
“You’re saying you believe in that stuff now?”
“I’ve seen the one-sided version of it with my mom, and there was at least one sickening couple I
“Your turn. I’m almost afraid to ask, but where’s your mom in this whole thing? You haven’t mentioned her.”
He briefly looked away.
“When I was twenty-one and Judy was sixteen, my mom died of ovarian cancer. It was terrible losing her, but I felt even worse for my sister Judy; it broke my heart to see her lose her at such a crucial time. It’s been about five years since then, and it turns out I had nothing to worry about—Judy’s strong, a soldier. She’s more like my dad than I’ve ever been, so she’s hardy and focused. She knows exactly what she wants and goes for it. Well, except in one area.”
He grinned.
“She has this massive crush on my best friend Scott, but it’s like she refuses to acknowledge it to herself or decided not to do anything about it for whatever reason. Maybe she has a deal with herself, like you.”
He shrugged and she shoved him playfully.
“Either way, I wish my mom could have seen how she turned out. I think Judy is both my mom and dad’s favorite kid and I don’t blame ‘em. She’s pretty awesome. Can’t wait to introduce you two. Speaking of sisters, what about yours? What happened?”
“She and I were pretty close growing up, but once we hit our teens, everything changed. She’s two years older than me and maybe I wasn’t cool enough to be around her friends—fine, I get it; younger siblings are never cool unless they’re famous or something—but it was so abrupt. She no longer confided in me, she partied all the time, despite my parents giving her curfews and chastising her and warning her of the dangers of whatever she was into, and then one day, she left with some guy and we haven’t heard hide nor hair from her since.”
“Wait, are you sure she’s okay? She might need help…”
Mari shook her head.
“That would be one hell of a Weekend at Bernie’s trick by someone, because I see updates on her Facebook with new profile pics of her smiling and having fun. She’s alive, she’s…healthy, I suppose, and she’s an adult, so my parents can’t do anything. She’s just…gone. I just hope she’s as happy as she looks in her profile photo. She hasn’t blocked me, but I can tell she’s got me in some kind of limited setting.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, as I don’t use Facebook. Anyway, I’m sorry you and your sister are no longer close—what a shame.”
She shrugged.
“Sometimes people just move on—whatever needs they had were met, so they have no other reason to keep someone around. I’ve thought about the whole thing a lot, and I’ve been watching other people’s relationships, and death is certainly the worst—things unsaid, things that can never be said haunt people and there’s not much they can do about it—but people have this huge capacity to forget others they were once inseparable from while both parties are still alive.
“My parents are super close and they’re best friends and everything, so it’s harder for me to see it happen to them, but my friend, Annie—her parents divorced, and they might not have grown up together, but they married young and grew together, shared all sorts of intimacy. They were super close too, and the most important things in each other’s lives for a long time. And then one day, they weren’t anymore; all that bonding severed. Of course, it probably didn’t help that her dad had eventually found a job that required him to go away every now and then, and I can only imagine the problems that sprung from that. The point is, for a lot of people, proximity is essential to fostering a bond—no matter how close and inseparable they once were.”
“Except in the case of true love, it seems0—no matter the distance, hearts bonded by true love don’t forget.”
Mari stared at him in wonder.
“You’re saying you believe in that stuff now?”
“I’ve seen the one-sided version of it with my mom, and there was at least one sickening couple I
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