Playing With The Billionaire

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ver there?” Jenna accused me incred

e were you? That guy out there made

you really think I know a guy like him? I mea

I know,”

. Want to

of here, cover my face, do s

him? Oh, God.” She cleared her throat. “B

exactly the person Jenna had described. No wonder I mistook Mr. Suit for him. Bu

finally meet

lf-hearted smi

erved table, with Jen

is yacht of yours,” Jenna b

you to come aboard and

o smile, but deep down

ion that flew right over my head. I s

s blind date because I had lost interest. Maybe if I hadn’t encountered Mr. Suit, I might have given Nick a chance. Oh God,

about to explode. He was sipping his champagne while his gaze remained fixed on the three of us. I averted my eyes when I felt Nick’s hand

r. Suit, only to d

already left me alone with Nick. Nick turned out to be quite indecent, a

under a state governor. It’s a shame we won’t be able to exchange i

nyway,” I replied simply,

film industry. You look... plain. Aren’t people there supposed to shine? What about your

in? My bl

and slacks instead of a dress? “I ju

s a redhead. I had so many ideas about what to do in bed with you. How about we finish this dinner and invite me to your place?

s though he was purposefully pushing my limi

d up a

sked, looki

ed from the restaurant. The room spun around me, and my vision blurred.

e that? That guy was seeking nothing more th

the table. I should accept forgett

single life. She was a stunning blonde, and everyone loved her. She liked to revel in her s

if my ex-boyfriend had been hon

ttered my confidence. No, it wasn’t his fault. It was my stu

out my heart, expressing my dream of marrying him. So, wh

ke a sibling steal my boyfriend? Heck, Z

really think he could love someone like y

really coming f

rgh to finish my degree, and I have been doing fine alone. Now, I had the

areers now, and they were filthy rich. I was lucky I hadn’t cr

ding that shiny silver thing, I clumsily rummaged through my purse for my k

pot. I puked right out of my car window. U

uy appeared behind me,

fection. How could I ever forget? He was the sexiest m

w?” he blurted out, running

he silver, shiny Aston Martin my father had given

like the people I loved had abandoned me for s

is my car,”

Mr. Suit snapped

, Mr...” I stumbled toward him, bursting into silly laug

e your car is an Aston Mart

-million-dollar apartment I don’t need. What good is an expensive house and a car when you can’t even be there

same color, which is strange, but you’re clearly wasted, so please step asid

car. Is that your day job?” I laughed until I got di

o home, and he needed to s

” I blurted out and promptly threw up

ed, letting go of me

’t help it,” I mumbl

ll.” He pulled me back towards him, his hand wrapping around my waist, sending tiny electric bolts on my sk

tte

d. “Tha

to do with you?” He loo

d giggled. “You’ll be the prime suspect if anything happens

ned the car door.

re. My knees felt like jelly. I climbed into the passenger s

do yo

East 54th Stree

alizing the car smelled like musk and sandalwood, compl