The Billionaire Playboy's Regret (Lark and Max) novel Chapter 68

A Walk With Mom

Lark walked with her arm linked through her mom on one side and her grandmother on the other as they walked towards the hotel. They decided to go for a stroll ahead of dinner. It had been two days since the scene with Oona and despite the time, her father was still not talking much to her. It seemed he couldn’t get Oona’s comment about the things the hotel reception desk staff stated about Max breaking furniture out of his head.

She’d worked alongside him and Bobbie most of the day in an office doing virtual calls with clients but when the day was done and she decided she wanted to stretch her legs, he’d begged off to go through some emails on his own. Bobbie said she booked a therapy session with her husband and when she’d left Grady hightailed away from her as if unwilling to be alone with her.

She’d called her mom and Nana and asked them to go for a walk with her because she was feeling confused over her father’s treatment.

“You’re sure he’s not upset with me?”

“Lark,” Nana Prue patted her hand. “He loves you and you’re his little girl. No adult wants to think of their child having s*x, especially hearing how she chained a man to a bed and tortured him to the point he broke a bed into pieces.”

“If you weren’t my daughter, I’d say it was hot. You are my daughter. It’s nasty.” Everly contributed. “Your father is traumatized but he’s not upset with you. I think this past week has been a lot for him in general, for all of us really. Learning about Gracie and even reconnecting with Sawyer has taken its toll. He’s forgiven Sawyer and sometimes there is pain in releasing the anger you’ve held onto as a shield for three decades. He’s working through a lot of emotions and there are a lot of changes he’s going through. He’s feeling a bit lost because his you’re all grown up Lark and he’s looking at you and seeing all he missed with Gracie and it’s making him nostalgic. Then you flaunt your relationship and it’s making him feel he’s losing his other little girl too. It’s a lot.”

“I guess.”

“He’s probably embarrassed by all the s****l things going on. You and Max. Johan and Gracie.” Her grandmother threw her thoughts in. “Fallon was flirting with the bartender last night trying to get him to agree to give her drinks despite the fact she’s underage.”

“Not to mention Nana and Granddad hooking up. My retinas will never recover.”

Nana Prue chuckled at Lark’s comment, “I didn’t know you were watching, little perverts.”

“Nana, the entire street saw the pair of you.”

“You could have looked away.” She showed no remorse, and neither should she. She lifted her chin proudly.

“It was like watching a trainwreck. We couldn’t stop staring. Mom,” Lark looked to her mother for support, “tell me if you saw Nana Prue with her skirt hiked up and her leg around some man’s hip you wouldn’t have been looking awestruck at the scene.”

“I probably would have thrown some change at her for the free show.” Everly giggled as Prue reached past Lark to swat at her. “Should we expect a friendlier thanksgiving this year?”

“No. Turns out my memories were way better than the reality.”

The three women chuckled before Everly tried to change the subject. “Regardless, it’s been a crazy week for your dad. Cut him some slack, Lark, and maybe keep your wild escapades with Max to a dull roar for a bit.”

She twisted her lips and then asked quietly, “but what if I’m not enough.”

Everly lifted an eyebrow and Prue came to a dead stop yanking her backwards.

“What on earth do you mean not enough?”

“Max has all these experiences with women, and I’m scared he’ll get bored. The guy runs a s*x toy company. His imagination is unparallelled and I’m scared I will not be able to hold his attention and then women far prettier than me, like Oona will distract him. Why stick with one boring lay when you can have experiences with different woman all the time?”

Everly laughed gently as she draped her arm over her shoulder and hugged her sideways, “the difference between you and all those other women, Lark is love.”

“Mom,” Lark rolled her eyes feeling like a preteen.

“Your mom is right, Lark. We know for men and women s*x is different and for women it’s far more emotional than it is for men but,” Nana Prue held her gaze, “not all men are cheaters and sometimes chasing the high of an orgasm is only as good as the person you’re chasing it with.”