Billionaire Unchallenged:CarterBy: J.S. Scott
Those later teenage years had probably been some of the happiest times of my life.
We’d gone from location to location, and seen things we never thought we’d be able to see when I went to shoots.
Unfortunately, soon after I turned eighteen, she’d been diagnosed with breast cancer, and she couldn’t travel with me anymore.
Mom had gotten the best of care, and she’d had my aunt, her sister, to help her. But as her daughter, I’d wanted to be there, too. But my mother had done nothing but encourage me when my career took off. Yes, she’d let me pay to take care of her because she didn’t have any other options. However, she’d insisted that my life not stop because she had cancer, and a model’s life didn’t allow me to spend a lot of my time in a small town in Michigan.
After a very long, six-year battle, Mom had finally won her battle with cancer, and she was still clean from the soul-eating disease that had ravaged her life.
So when I’d finally decided to slow down and put down some roots, I’d wanted nothing more than for her to join me here in Seattle because I still had a career to chase. The money still needed to come in so I could take care of my mom. But being the stubborn woman she was, my mother had insisted she was fine where she was, and that she wanted me to go to Seattle to keep reaching for something more with my career. She was happy with having her sister live with her. My Aunt Marlene had lost my uncle to a heart attack five years ago, and not only did the two of them live together, but they were thicker than thieves.
I grabbed my phone and plopped down on the sofa, and then dialed my mom’s number. Seattle was three hours behind Michigan time, but my parent tended to be a night owl.
“Hi honey.” My mother picked up the phone after the first ring. “Everything okay?”
“I’m good,” I acknowledged. “I was just missing you.”
“I miss you, too, Brynn,” she said softly. “But I’m so proud of you.”
I smiled. Mom had always been my biggest fan. “You sound wide awake,” I observed.
“I just got home. I went out for coffee and pie with Mick.”
“You’re still seeing him?” I asked, concerned.
Mick had been in my mother’s life for over a year. She said they were friends, but I had to wonder if there was something more there for both of them.
Even though I wanted her to be happy, I was skeptical of any male who was hanging out with my mom. Not that she wasn’t still beautiful, and she was a bright light that a man would notice.
But her past history made any man suspect in my eyes.
“Mom, are you sure this isn’t something more than a friendship?” I didn’t want anybody to hurt her.
I’d learned to hide my own insecurities deep inside me, but my mother had never changed. She was still an open book, and wore her emotions on her sleeve all the time.
“And if it is?” she asked cautiously.
I sighed. “Then I’d be worried.”
“Brynn, Mick has his own money. That’s not what he’s looking for.”
“It’s not that,” I confessed. “I just don’t want to see you disappointed.”
“Oh, honey,” she crooned. “Please don’t let what happened—”
“I’m not,” I said hurriedly, well aware that I was lying.
“Are you seeing anyone?” she said skeptically.
“No, Mom. I’m too involved in my career. I travel. I’m busy.”
“You’re not traveling as much, and you’re settling down,” she reminded me. “I’d really love to see a grandchild before I get too old to play with him or her.”
“Don’t hold your breath,” I said lightly. “There’s nobody.”
Really, there never had been. I dated, but when things got too serious, I sprinted from the relationship.
I liked sex as much as any woman did, but the entanglements of having a relationship were way too stifling.
“Not all men suck, Brynn,” she nudged me.
In my experience, they did. But I answered, “I know, Mom.”
I hadn’t let a man get close to me for well over a decade, and I didn’t see it happening anytime soon. Honestly, I didn’t think I’d ever see it.