A Chance at Love (A Ferry Creek Novel): (a billionaire romance novel) Read Online Free PDF Page A

convinced him it would only give him a better stance for
deals. The magazine wanted to focus on Sullivan ’ s
wealth over his business capabilities and goals. He steered the questions away
from money as best he could but when the article was printed it painted him as
some guy who had become an overnight billionaire success story. Everyone knew
what he was worth and it gave him plenty of extra attention. Sullivan marveled
at how the words millionaire and billionaire came with so much of a different
outlook from people around him.
    He had received emails and calls
from long lost aunts, handwritten letters from people who said they went to
high school with him asking for help with their finances, and then a slew of
emails from small startups looking for any kind of money to get their product
to market. Sullivan knew how to develop real estate and land. He wasn ’ t interested in investing in
tech companies but a lot of people assumed that he would.
    This call was a little different
though.
    Beverly ’ s voice sounded different, and the way his cell
phone had been ringing beforehand, it was too different to ignore. As Sullivan
sat at his desk he couldn ’ t
believe he was considering engaging in this.
    Some guy had gotten his cell and
office number and called saying he was his brother and that their father was
dying.
    Sullivan ’ s father, Henry Chasen, died ten years ago of a
massive heart attack. Here today, dead tomorrow. That ’ s exactly how it had happened. Sullivan still
remembered every little detail of what happened the day before and the day of
his father dying. His father always called him every single day. Just to talk.
Just to say hello. Just to remind him of the weather. He ’ d call to tell Sullivan that it was going to be
record heat and to drink a lot of water. He ’ d
call to tell Sullivan that it was going to snow and to be careful driving. He ’ d call to check on national
news, local news, and if there was nothing to talk about, he ’ d find something.
    The night before his father died,
Henry called and said he had a hankering for some wings. As fate would have it,
there was a wing night at a local bar on Tuesdays. Sullivan told his father
they ’ d go to wing night
together and indulge. Sullivan even said he ’ d
have the company limo take them to and from. His father grumbled at the idea,
saying he didn ’ t want to be
treated like a celebrity, but Sullivan insisted because he wanted his father to
understand the life he had made for himself.
    His father said he was going to bed
early that night. That he felt run down. That he had heartburn. Sullivan
remembered those tiny details because Sullivan wanted to know why the hell his
father wanted to get hot wings the next night when he had heartburn.
    His father laughed it all off and
the conversation ended. That night, Sullivan was restless. He had this deep
seeded urge to call his father and tell him he loved him, so that the next
morning Sullivan called his father and talked to him. He sounded fine. Alive.
Well. Happy. The same old Henry Chasen that world had come to know and love.
That time when Sullivan hung up the phone he made sure to clearly say how much
he loved the man who raised and took care of him. It brought on thoughts of
Sullivan ’ s mother, the
woman who left when he was just ten years old. She found someone new and
started a new life with a new family. That day he couldn ’ t stop thinking about it... right up until the
point when he received a phone call. From the hospital.
    Sullivan had a picture of himself
and his father on his desk. It was from a fishing trip up in Canada the summer
before his father died. His father always pushed him to the outdoors and that ’ s sort of what put Sullivan on
the path he ended up on. He ’ d
always loved business and since his father insisted on keeping him outside it
took Sullivan no time to find a way to make money outside. Hence real estate
and developing. It was his father who backed his