The Billionaire's Assistant (BWWM Romance - Excerpt Only)

Chapter 2 - Kevin

Kevin leaned back in his large, black executive chair and smiled wide as his cousin entered his office.

"To what do I owe the honor?" he said as he put his pen down, getting up to greet him with a hug.

They embraced quickly, and Kevin returned to his chair while his cousin grabbed a seat from the side to sit in front of him.

Michael looked healthy and handsome as usual, his easy smile in place, blue eyes sparkling with good humor, dark hair immaculate. He looked every bit the billion-dollar tycoon he was.

The two of them were often mistaken for brothers—they had similar builds and thick, dark hair, though Kevin's eyes were gray instead of blue like his cousin's.

"Just had to see you, Kev. You're telling me you never get the urge to pick up the phone and call me sometimes? Thought I was like a brother to you?"

Kevin knew he was just teasing. His cousin knew just how much he meant to him.

As an only child, Kevin had no idea what having a brother was actually like, but he figured his relationship with his cousin, Michael, and their other cousin, Richard, had to be fairly close to it.

Their fathers were brothers who'd had each other growing up, and Kevin was grateful to have had his cousins the same way.

"Actually, I do; in fact, just yesterday I got the strongest urge to dial you up and say hi."

"See? Now where's that call in my phone log?"

"Well, I didn't actually follow up; something came up I needed to take care of, and I figured I'd just catch you later."

"Ouch. I'm low priority—I get it. Well, lucky for you, I heard you mentally cry out to me, hence, here I am. Just got in around nine last night."

Kevin smiled.

"That was about the time I got that urge. What a coincidence!"

Shit. Why the hell had he said that? No need to get Michael started on his mumbo-jumbo crap.

No one knew where Michael got it from since they'd all been raised by practical, logical folks with no interest at all in the spiritual or metaphysical, yet somehow Michael ended up leaning in that direction.

He talked about signs and messages from the universe like it was a real thing, when sometimes, things just lined up—broken clocks correct twice a day and all that.

With the millions of events happening every second, of course every now and then it appears as if some kind of synchronicity is taking place.

But Kevin knew everything was pretty random; there was no greater force pulling strings.

One could bend things to one's will and walk a certain path for certain results, but sometimes, shit just happened.

"The healthiest person in the world can still get taken out in their prime by a semi truck," he'd told Michael once.

Although things sometimes happened beyond one's control, planning and execution were the tools to their family's success. Research, logic, calculation.

"Anyway, I'm going to the islands in a few weeks," Michael said. "Something tells me I'll find my bride there."

"Wow, you're really serious about getting married, huh?"

"Yeah, it's definitely time. What's the point of all this if I can't share it with someone? I want to live beyond being pieces in various people's memories; I want to exist as a whole to someone else, make a lifetime of memories with them. I want a family—get settled, watch my kids grow—all that junk. Groom yet another Davenport heir. I mean, come on—you, me, and Richard are in our primes and none of us have settled yet. Our fathers all produced healthy, strapping sons long before this age, and here we are in our thirties, still childless. Everyone before us did their duty, and now it's our turn. My sister doesn't even want kids, so it's up to me to keep our particular branch going."