Melody Anne's Billionaire Universe: Unexpected Plans (Kindle Worlds Novella) Read Online Free Page A

key fob in his hand.
    Griffin put his arm around Nilsson's shoulders and waved his hand towards the purring yellow beast in front of them.
    "Zero to sixty in under three seconds," Griffin said. "Less than eight hundred of these babies were made. Come on, whenever will you get the chance to drive a half-million dollar car?"
    Nilsson swallowed loudly, but he couldn't take his eyes off the car in front of him. He opened his mouth to speak but squeaked instead. With his hand on the knot of his tie, he loosened it a bit, then cleared his throat.
    "Is this one of those things where I say yes, I'll drive, and you're going to scoff and say no?" Nilsson asked.
    "I never scoff. Besides, I left the motor on for a reason. She wants to be taken out. She's standing there waiting for you to take control and show her who's the boss."
    Nilsson gingerly stepped towards the car. He placed his hand on the glossy paint, and the corners of his lips tugged up.
    Griffin laughed. "I don't think I've ever seen you smile before, Nilsson."
    "Sir, as a young man in Sweden, my family would go on holiday to Maranello, Italy, where they have the Ferrari factory. Papa and I would watch their Formula One cars race on the track next door. It was always a dream of mine to drive a Ferrari."
    "Ahh, so you're a fan?"
    "A fan? Ferrari has no fans, only people who know quality when they see it." Nilsson grinned. "Papa and I went to the Tour de France one year..." His voice trailed off as he lowered himself into the driver's seat. "Oh mama," he whispered.
    "So why am I telling you about this car? You know this was made to pay homage to the Tour de France. You probably know more about this car than I do."
    Nilsson wasn't listening anymore. His foot was gently caressing the gas as his fingers wrapped around the shifter.
    Leaning down to pop his head into the car, Griffin whispered into Nilsson's ear.
    "Do it."
    His foot tapped the gas delicately, and a satisfying vrrum came from under the hood. Nilsson giggled as Griffin stepped back from the car, his hand still on the door handle.
    "Just one more thing before you go, Nilsson."
    He tore his eyes away from the car and looked at Griffin anxiously.
    "Yes, sir?"
    "Before you take that baby for a ride, can you read to me what's on the title? I left it on the passenger seat."
    Nilsson nodded and reached for the piece of paper. He held it in front of him as he read it, then shook his head.
    "This isn't right, sir," he said.
    "What's not right? Read it to me."
    "Under owner, it says Nilsson Johansson." Nilsson's eyes filled with tears. "Is this a joke?"
    "No, it's no joke. It's yours, Nilsson."
    "But sir, I can't."
    Griffin put his hand up to silence the butler.
    "Consider it a birthday present."
    "But my birthday--"
    "Isn't for another six months," Griffin said. "Never underestimate the things that I know, Nilsson." Griffin smiled as he tapped the car's roof. "Now get out of here. It has a full tank of gas and that baby wants to fly."
    Griffin closed the car door before Nilsson could say anything else. As he climbed the steps of his parents' home, he heard the roar of the engine as it sped towards the road.
    Walter Goodrich stood in the doorway with a smile.
    "Did you plan that?" he asked.
    "No, I ordered that car a while back, but when I saw it, damn if that old picture of Nilsson and his father didn't pop into my head."
    "I always knew you liked him," he said.
    "Like him? It has nothing to do with that, Dad," Griffin said with a shrug. He didn't like anyone knowing how sentimental he was. "That man needs to get laid. I just made it easier for him."
    Griffin entered the house, and his leather shoes clapped against the marble floor as he walked to his father's library at the back of the house. Walt followed his son as he shook his head.
    "You realize it's comments like that that got you into this trouble to begin with, right?" Walt asked.
    Griffin rolled his eyes as he sank into a burgundy leather chair. The last thing he