Struggling Dad Rescued Billionaire From Aggressive Date, Not Knowing She Wanted to Date Him Instead
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After Carter left, Rosalie exhaled slowly.
“Thank you.” “He’s been texting and calling non-stop since our disaster of a date last night.” “I thought changing locations would throw him off, but he must have tracked my car.”
“Are you okay?” Finn asked, genuine concern in his voice.
“I am now,” she said with a small smile. “It’s ironic, isn’t it? People assume that wealth and power make you immune to this kind of thing.”
“Jerks come in all income brackets,” Finn observed, making her laugh.
“Very true.” “I should probably go before he decides to come back.”
“Let me call you a car,” Finn offered. “And maybe use a different exit just in case.”
Rosalie studied him for a moment.
“You know, most people see the billionaire CEO and either want something from me or are intimidated.” “You just treated me like a regular person who needed help.”
Finn shrugged.
“That’s exactly what you were.” “The fancy title and bank account don’t change that.”
Something shifted in Rosalie’s expression.
“I like that perspective.”
She gathered her things.
“Thank you again, Finn.”
The next morning, Finn received an email from Rosalie thanking him again. She asked if she could meet with him to discuss a potential expansion of NextGen’s English department. They arranged to meet at a cafe during his free period.
Rosalie was dressed more casually in jeans and a simple blouse.
“I hope you don’t mind the casual look,” she said as he joined her. “I’m trying to be less conspicuous after last night.”
“Any news from Carter?” Finn asked, concerned.
“My security team had a chat with him,” Rosalie said with a hint of satisfaction. “I don’t think he’ll be bothering me again.”
“Good to hear.” Finn accepted the coffee she’d already ordered for him. “So, the English department expansion?”
“Actually,” Rosalie admitted, “that was partly an excuse.” “I wanted to thank you properly for last night, and I was hoping to ask you something.” “Your daughter mentioned that you write.”
Finn felt a flush of pleasure and embarrassment.
“Emma thinks everything I do is amazing.” “I dabble, that’s all. I used to have dreams of writing a novel, but life got busy.”
“My foundation is launching a literacy initiative, publishing original content for middle-grade readers about science and technology,” Rosalie explained. “We’re looking for writers who can make complex concepts accessible and engaging.” “Would you be interested in submitting something?”
Finn’s heart raced.
“Are you serious?”
“Completely.” “It’s a paid opportunity, of course. Quite well-paid, actually.”
“Consider it my way of thanking you.”
“You don’t need to thank me,” Finn said. “Anyone would have done the same.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Rosalie replied, her voice softening. “Most people wouldn’t have stepped in.” “They would have looked the other way or been intimidated by Carter’s status.”
Finn considered her offer.
“I would love to try writing something, but I can’t accept a position just as a thank you.” “It wouldn’t be right.”
“Fair enough,” Rosalie nodded. “Then submit your work anonymously.” “I won’t be part of the selection committee. If your writing is chosen on its own merits, will you accept then?”
“That seems fair,” Finn agreed. “Thank you for the opportunity.”
Over the next few weeks, Finn worked late into the nights crafting a story about a young girl who can communicate with computers. Meanwhile, Rosalie found reasons to visit the school more frequently, volunteering to mentor the robotics team and helping students in the science lab.
Emma was thrilled with Rosalie’s presence at school.
“Miss James is coming over on Saturday to help me make my volcano better!” Emma announced one evening.
Finn nearly dropped the pot he was holding.
“What? Coming here to our apartment?”
“I hope that’s okay,” Rosalie said later when she called to confirm. “Emma was so excited, and I mentioned I had some ideas.”
“No, it’s fine,” Finn said, looking around his modest apartment. “It’s just not exactly what you’re used to.”
“Finn,” Rosalie’s voice was gentle. “I grew up in a one-bedroom apartment with my parents until I was 12. I’m not judging your home.”
Saturday was filled with laughter as they worked on the volcano. Rosalie brought an electronic component that created realistic rumbling sounds.
“This is definitely going to win first place!” Emma declared.
“Science isn’t always about winning,” Rosalie said gently. “It’s about asking questions and finding answers.”
“That’s what dad always says too,” Emma replied.
After Emma went to clean up, Rosalie sat with Finn at the kitchen table.
“Finn, there’s something I should tell you.” “Your story was selected for the publishing initiative.” “It was unanimously chosen as the best submission.”
Finn’s eyes widened.
“Really? That’s… Wow.”
“They’re offering a contract for a series.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes,” Rosalie smiled. “It’s a generous contract. You could cut back on bartending. Maybe even just teach and write.”
“This is incredible, Rosalie. Thank you.”
“You earned it,” she insisted. “Your writing is wonderful.”
One evening later, after Emma was in bed, they sat on his small balcony.
“I’m falling in love with you, Finn, and it terrifies me,” Rosalie admitted.
“Why does it terrify you?”
“Because I don’t want to disrupt your life. Emma needs stability.”
“I’ve been falling for you since the day you knelt down to listen to my daughter’s questions,” Finn replied.
A year later, on the school rooftop, Finn took her hands.
“Rosalie James, will you marry me?”
“Yes,” she said. “A thousand times, yes!”
They married six months later. Two years after their wedding, they welcomed a baby boy named James. On their fifth anniversary, they returned to the Highland Pub.
“You ever regret it?” Finn asked.
“Never,” Rosalie replied. “You saved me that night in more ways than you knew. You and Emma taught me what really matters.”
“I love you, Rosalie Kelly,” he said.
“I love you too, Finn.” “Thank you for rescuing me in every way that matters.”
