Kingsley Salvatore
A Day Later
“Grandma, you know I’m not gay,” Kingsley said with a soft chuckle, leaning back comfortably in the armchair across from his grandmother.
The elegant living room was bathed in warm afternoon sunlight.
Eleanor, his grandmother, sat gracefully on the sofa, holding a delicate cup of tea. Today marked her 70th birthday, and although the big celebration would come later, she had asked for this private moment with him.
Eleanor raised an elegant eyebrow, her sharp eyes studying him. “Then why have I never met any girl you’re serious about? A man like you ....successful, handsome, kind .. still single at your age? What else should I think?”
Kingsley smiled gently, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve been focused on the company… and on building something meanin
