Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(40)

“She’s not random. She’s the daughter of the CEO of one of our most important client’s here. And I am sick and tired of you behaving like a Casanova. Get real. This girl, she would be good for you.”

“Why does it have to be her?” Hunter asked. Surely his dad could pick up someone better than the jukebox, aka Caroline. Caroline was more his cousin’s type. Quiet, mature, tall, skinny. Yep, it was everything Anton would desire in a woman.

“Because she likes you.” His father gasped.

“But she doesn’t even know anything about me. And for the record, I don’t like her,” he declared.

“What don’t you like about her?” Clinton asked. He couldn’t understand why a girl as beautiful as Caroline would not catch his son’s eye. She was the epitome of beauty, the perfect wife for his wayward child.

“Because she’s too quiet. Too boring. She doesn’t hold my interest. She’s not my type. And the list goes on. You get the gist, Dad.” He listed his dislikes of Caroline to his father.

“You have a type?” Clinton asked, astonished that kids these days had types they went for.

“I do, Dad,” he said to his father, whose cheeks were puffed up like a helium balloon. “Look, stop. You might have an aneurism, and then what’s Betty going to do?”

“The question is what are you going to do if that happens?” Clinton asked. He wasn’t sure if he could rest in peace if his only son continued to behave like this, like a boat without a sail, floating on the sea, being carried by the wind in any direction it blew.

Clinton didn’t like the thought of his son having no prospects ahead of him. But looking at the past twenty-three years, his son hadn’t improved at all; in fact, his behavior was getting worse. All day, his son played around, having no responsibility, only increasing his horrible attitude. He was sure Caroline would be his savior. He got so mad when Anton informed him of the outcome, that his son had just left the table without as so much as a proper explanation. How could he make his son be a gentleman? What could he do to make him learn? His son needed to take responsibility.

“I’ll become the heir of the company, of course,” Hunter stated simply. Actually, he should have said Anton would be the heir, but he just wanted to piss off his father, since his ear was still throbbing.

“Hunter, you’re going to make me die early here.” Clinton smacked his palm against his forehead in frustration.

“Oh, Dad, calm down. Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to just up and leave her like that. I did tell her I had some business to attend to.”

“That’s the same thing as ditching the girl.”

“I said I’m sorry,” Hunter whined like a little kid.

“Yes, you should be,” Clinton said. “I had to ring Caroline’s father and apologize on your behalf. Do you know it could cause a strain between our companies?”

“It’s that serious?” Hunter asked.

“Damn right, it’s serious, Hunter.”

“Sorry you had to apologize on my behalf. I hope I didn’t cause a rift between you two.”

Saying sorry doesn’t pay for what’s already been done, Clinton thought. His son would still be a playboy, ditched on the side of the road, where no one in high society would acknowledge him. Why couldn’t he be like Anton? Reserved, intelligent, and a good team leader. Clinton had to think of a way to reform his son. And that must include Caroline.

Then an idea struck him.

“Look, all is forgiven, but you must pay me back,” Clinton said to his son.