Page 55 of Beauty and the Bosshole

“Whatever the two of them want is on me,” I tell the sales associate and hand over my black card.

She looks at the name, and her eyes widen before she looks up and smiles at me.

“Of course, Mr. Donovan.” She hurries over to help my mom and Ava.

I sit down in one of the chairs by the dressing rooms and watch them try things on as I review emails about some of the contracts for the solar-powered batteries.

I could sit here and watch Ava try on clothes all day. I love seeing her sexy little body in outfits that give me ideas of what I could do with her in them when we get home.

“Have you seen Nina?” Ava interrupts me after she's done trying on clothes and is back in the dress she originally wore.

“I saw her. She said she was going to get the shirt she had in her hand in a new size and was looking around. Why?” I ask, putting my phone away.

“She found the shirt, but then she got a phone call. She said she was going to take it, but that was a while ago and she's not in the store,” she says.

I pull up my phone and call my mom, but it rings and rings until it eventually goes to voicemail.

So, I pull up the tracking app that I put on her phone, and it shows that she's down the strip at the wedding chapel.

“Do you have one of those trackers on me, too?” Ava asks, looking at my phone.

“Of course. I’m not taking any chances with your safety,” I tell her and lead her over to the counter.

I turn to the sales associate behind the counter who’s packaging our stuff up.

“Charge all this to my card and have it delivered to my room,,” I instruct as I scribble the room number, hotel name, and the hotel manager's name on a piece of paper she has at the counter.

“Of course, I'll see to it,” she says with a huge smile.

I take Ava's hand and lead her back out front to where the limo should be waiting. However, my driver is nowhere in sight, so I call him, and thankfully, he answers.

“Where are you?” I ask because it's not like him to not be here.

“Your mom came out and said you told her to take the limo and that you would find another way home, so I am here with her at the wedding chapel,” he says.

“I did not tell her that. I had no idea she had even left. What is she doing there?”

“I don't know. She told me to wait outside. She arrived alone. I thought maybe she was meeting you guys here,” he says, sounding just as confused as I am.

“Is everything okay, Mr. Donovan?” A guy in a fancy suit approaches me, but his name tag shows that he works at the hotel.

“Yes, it seems my mother took off with my driver. Is there any way to get a ride?” I ask him with a smile as I hang up with my driver.

“Of course, sir, right this way,” he says as he leads us to a black SUV with tinted windows and speaks to the driver before opening the door for us.

“This gentleman will take you anywhere you need to go,” he says.

I shake his hand, slipping a several-hundred-dollar-tip into his palm before helping Ava into the car.

I give the driver the address for the wedding chapel and look at the tracking map to make sure my mother doesn’t leave before we get there.

The moment the car stops, I jump out, making sure Ava is behind me. We rush into the quaint wedding chapel and come face to face with my mother in the office area.

“Oh, sweetheart, I'm so glad you're here to celebrate the happiest day of my life,” she says in a drunken giggle.

“What are you talking about, Mother?” I ask. She giggles again just as Leon appears behind her, and my heart sinks.

“What did you do, Mother?” I ask, my tone now ice cold.