Fresh: A BWWM Secret Billionaire Romance

We went out, but somehow the dim, smoky club and the fruity drinks and the crowded seats didn't feel the same as before. I looked around at all of these people. They could have been from another planet. I had been one of them not too long ago.

Wisconsin had changed me, more than I had realized. Instead of enjoying the partying and the money thrown around everywhere, I was mildly disgusted by my own friends. They lived her, spending their parents' money, living it up, getting home after dawn. I wasn't that girl anymore.

I kissed Amanda on the cheek, and I told that I didn't feel good. She told me to text her when I got home, and I nodded. Amanda was a sweetheart, even if I didn't think that I would be coming back to her in these kinds of clubs.

I drove home and parked, and I texted Amanda. I hadn't drunk enough to be very inebriated, really. Just enough to have a whiff of alcohol about me. I rummaged around in my purse for my key.

When I got to my door, Jimmy was standing there.

Savile Row

Amelia

My purse fell to the floor, landing with a thud. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you."

I looked at him. My first impression was that he was a sight for sore eyes. He was much paler than he had been, and he wasn't smiling, but something inside of me twisted and was happy to see him.

Then I looked more closely at his clothes.

"Why do you have Savile Row tailoring? That suit is custom made." I could tell from the way the cloth sat around his powerful shoulders. Bespoke suits were expensive.

"Can I come in?" He dodged the question neatly. "It's been a long day."

I looked at my phone. It was after 11 PM. "Yeah, of course." I picked up my purse and unlocked my door. "Come on in."

A little bit of shame burned in my cheeks when I looked through my apartment through his eyes. There were piles of boxes, since I had not really unpacked yet. I was living out of a suitcase. I had not picked up a dresser yet, just my little bed. I was eating standing over the kitchen sink when I did eat. It wasn't ready yet, but I knew that I would make my apartment more welcoming.

I bristled a little bit. How could he ask to come inside when I was nowhere near ready?

I had let my apartment stay like this for the past two months. It was my own fault that it was so bare. It didn't feel like a home. It was just a place to keep my stuff.

"Can I get you some water? I don't really have anything else."

"Water is fine."

I got out one of my disposable clear cups, and I got him some water. He leaned against my granite counter.

"What are you doing here?" I tried not to notice the beautiful, clean lines of his body. He was hot naked. He was hot in flannel. But Jimmy Fox dressed in a suit and tie made my panties melt.

"I wanted to see you." There were dark shadows under his eyes. He stopped. "I missed you." He acted like he didn't want to. He looked like he wasn't that glad to see me.

"I missed you, too." I looked into his eyes. "Do you want to move here? I know that my apartment doesn't look like very much, but maybe we could make it work."

"No, I'm not moving here."

"I can clean it up. I mean, I just need to move around some stuff and..."

"No." Jimmy took a sip of water. "I meant it when I asked you to marry me. I came here to talk to your dad today."

My back stiffened up. This was the reason why my dad had thrown me at him. "Oh?"

"We met with his board of directors. I'm all set to take over his position. I just need to take the reins from him. He'll help me transition, then he'll retire for a while. He'll still be the chairman of the board, but his chemo won't get in the way of the business."

I felt empty inside. "Good." I couldn't care less about Dad's business. "Well, if that's all..." I brushed past him to open the door. "You can leave, then."

He put his cup of water down. "You know that is not the only reason why I came."