Matteo's POV.
Following Lunch with Grace I emailed my attorney and enlightened him on the situation with Grace and the kids as well as the paper Grace asked me to sign.To be honest, this isn't a bad situation. For years now my mother and father have been nagging me to get married and settle down, have kids and so-on, so hearing that I have 2 kids with a girl i genuinely like and could see myself marrying is like a dream come true. Except I have missed out on 3 years of their lives and I'm pretty sure Grace does not see me as even 'friends material'.
Grace is definitely a force to be reckoned with. She is a good mother and has clearly been through a lot with our kids and fears that i will take them away because well, I mean everyone knows that in a custody battle the person with the biggest assets, most money, largest house and deepest pockets will always win.
This morning I have a board meeting about the future of The Belmont, it is currently 10am and Stella is still sleeping in the large king sized bed in our room. If i want to work this thing with Grace out I am seriously going to need to up my game. Which means ending the fuck-buddy relationship i have going with Stella, but that isn't a problem, the press, they are the problem.
Sighing, I grab my briefcase with copies of important paperwork and some originals and head out the door of my apartment.
I can't believe that Arloe is/was sick. He seems such a happy little boy, and even though I haven't spoken to or seen either of my kids since the elevator thing I still fear that something is wrong. Now that I think about it Arloe's complexion seemed paler than his sisters, and he wasn't as tall as her either. I know that one Twin is always bigger than the other but something is telling me that something huge is wrong.
In the elevator on my way to the meeting I pull out my iPhone and call my assistant, I cancel all my appointments for the rest of the day and message Grace.
Hey Grace,
I want to meet with you and the kids today, anytime to suit you. I know that I should be telling you what I'm about to say in person but I fear that you will not hear me out.
For years I have wanted a loving relationship, kids, a dog, I want a family. Yet the only person I've ever wanted to really get to know and see a future with is you Grace, and i know that we have Arloe and Weaver to think about but I have only met them once and I love them so much my heart is pounding out of my chest at the anticipation of meeting them again today. I want them to know that I am their father and I will support them no matter what for forever.
MatteoDo I put a kiss or not? Fuck it?! What is it the kids say nowadays?! Yello? Yolli? Yolo? I add a 'x' and send the message. My phone says it is delivered.
I walk of the elevator with a little bit of weight of my chest only to find the reception desk in chaos?! What is going on?! I walk over to mac who is barking orders at the reception staff, a look of pure fear and panic is etched into his face.
'Mac, what is going on?'
'Its one of our staff, her son has just been rushed to the emergency room, his speech was impaired and slurry, he had been complaining of headache and passed out at school with a very weak pulse, the ambo crew was there almost immediately and we are curre-n'I cut off his rambling. 'Which member of staff?' And I already know his answer before it even left his mouth.
'Grace Clark-Tremblay'
***AN***
Short but dramatic?!What is wrong with Arloe?
Will Grace allow Matteo to support her through such a difficult time? Or will she push him away?
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