Kandi's Crush: A BWWM Sweet Billionaire Romance by Michelle Karise

Author:Michelle Karise [Karise, Michelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-17T18:30:00+00:00

Chadwick

My parents lived in a white, two-story Italianate mansion in the Garden District. In the late 1800s, Charles St. Clair had earned his first million dollars and built the home for his family of ten. A regular fixture in New Orleans holiday home tours, the house had also been the setting for top-selling vampire novels and movies.

The house was an edifice, but my mother made it a home. In her quest for a beautiful life, she’d added warmth and character to the large, sterile home. There were always bouquets of beautiful flowers on display, and she’d taken care to create a large gallery wall filled of photos of family and friends.

Nine thousand square feet hadn’t been able to contain the ninety thousand square feet of personalities within the walls of this house. There had been many arguments between a rebellious teenager and his firm, demanding parents.

I parked my Jeep in the stone driveway. My mother’s white Mercedes convertible was parked inside the opened garage. Excited about seeing my mother, along with my newfound relationship with Kandace, I bounced into the house with an extra spring in my step. I entered through the back door and hung my keys on a hook in the mudroom.

“Mother? Mom?” I hollered from the back door.

When silence met my calls, I grew concerned. I walked through the hallway leading to the main living areas, peering through the doorways of the kitchen, bathrooms, and informal living room. I found her in the formal sitting room, the most ornate and photographed room in the house. Elegant festoons topped the gilded draperies. Intricate ceiling medallions and gilded trim added an air of formality to the room. The jewel of the opulent space was a large mural of the Garden District during the early twentieth century.

“Mom. You had me worried. Why didn’t you answer?”

The word best used to describe Genevieve St. Clair was impeccable. At forty-nine, she was youthful and fit. Styled in an off-white knit pantsuit, she sat on the antique sofa and thumbed through a gardening magazine. Her chin-length, blonde bob was smoothed and glossy from her twice-weekly blow out appointments. It didn’t matter if she was having a night out or a quiet evening at home—her signature shade of cherry red always coated her lips.

“I was ignoring you. What did I tell you about yelling in the house?” she playfully scolded. She stood before pulling me into a tight hug. Rocking me back and forth, she cooed, “My handsome boy. I’ve missed you.”

“I can’t breathe,” I choked out dramatically, stiffening until she released her grip and playfully slapped me on the arm.

My mother was my best friend. Through circumstances neither of us wanted, we clung fiercely to each other. My father viewed his role in the family as the provider. Many hours at work and travel had left little time for being a consistent male role model in a boy’s life, which meant my young mother had been mostly on her own with the difficult task of disciplining, supporting, and nurturing a rowdy boy.

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