Desired by the Billionaire Playboy

y's

ruly the go

o avoid straight 'F's, and my parents would shake the house down to

use, I thought I'd l

no

lready had everything; she had

ed easily. When we passed the sliding doors of the hotel, I was still thinking of Brad; he

s my wak

Wendy

n entering me, "Fuck Brad, the night is young a

irst, then squeezed my hand with

at first. My heart was pounding with every step, expectin

head with his plans for her t

with the alcohol that I could hardly process the ache in my heart. The most romantic thing that Brad had ever done for me

uxury and opulence. I guess all the money troubles that he was

s to my lips again, rem

got up

floor, each clumsy step wobbling me closer to him until I collapsed in his arms. I know it was wr

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room. She was snoring on her couch when I woke her up, both of us groggy and stumbling over each other, trying to find t

st friend just chatting and pretending

lity, but those stolen moments en

he text and t

a strange laugh as I put my phone and the coffee mug aside. "He ask

believing it. I felt like such an idiot for not realizing it, the smell of women's perfume he always had on him,

in every way, but I chose

ve that of all the women he chose

o way to sa

even without saying her expression. "Don't worry, nothing he says will make me get back with him, but I

again, and W

in her clothes and parked in front

e to come in t

ateful for my f

that there won't be much talk

slumped, unab

en to anything he says, no matter what. This

car and taking reluctant step

was wa

wasn't

a kitten, was my younger sister Beck

ounger sister for a compliment, but right now was not the

uss with you, no

e clenched

l your sister so

e twitched, and this indescribable urge to clinch my face

both betrayed me. Wasn't he worried that he had shattered my heart? He was still concerned a

e, it's immediately dissolved as