There was a tussle of sounds, footsteps and medical terms being tossed out. I wanted to look and see what was going on, but I didn’t dare, staying glued to the wall.
“Yes…we were enjoying … wine, and…she, she just collapsed.” Cooper’s voice filtered into my ears, the desperate pleading tone alarmed me.
“We’re going to take her with us. You’re free to ride along, or follow behind.”
“I’ll follow. Please take care of her, she’s everything to me,” Cooper said before his voice broke away.
Once the sirens had faded into the distance, I popped back up and scrambled across the street to get on Cherry Bomb. I didn’t know what had just happened, but I knew once and for all…Cooper Brighton and I were done.
The story continues in Plush Book 3!
Plush
A Billionaire Romance
Book 3
By KB Winters
Copyright © 2015 KB Winters
Published By: BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC
Chapter One
The weekend had been spent on a mad shopping spree with Hannah, an afternoon at the nail salon, a long, hard ride on Cherry Bomb up and down the 101, all capped off by an all night bar-hopping bender.
By Monday morning, I was fucked.
I peeled myself out of bed and did my best to stay upright as I lurched around my apartment while I got ready for work. I threw on some work-appropriate clothes, careful to cover all my tats, and dabbed on my usual makeup before racing out the door, as fast as my jelly legs could take me.
My head was pounding, and by the time I reached the office, I’d decided that there wasn’t enough caffeine in the entire world to drag me up from the pit I was in.
By ten o’clock, I couldn’t take it anymore and left to go down the street to a little coffee shop that had passed my coffee snob test.
It was funny to think that a week ago, I would have been happy scrounging in the bottom of a tin can for instant grounds, and now, with a fluffy bank account, I was happy to shell out five bucks for a cup of coffee.
Although…after my shopping adventures with Hannah over the weekend, I might need to think about dialing it back a little bit.
It had been worth it, though. I caught my reflection in one of the windows I passed, and had to admit, I looked amazing. I’d replaced my entire wardrobe, thrown away everything from my stripper days, and bought enough clothes to fully stuff my closet.
Shopping with Hannah had been fun, but had only ended up being a temporary fix for my broken heart. As it turned out, Hannah and Jett were donezo, so she was more than happy to continue our outing and hit up a few bars. By the end of the night, we were both sloppy drunk, and I ended up crashing at her place Saturday night.
I stepped inside the coffee shop and let the sweet aroma fill my senses.
“Ahhh,” I sighed to myself as I took my place in the short line up in front of the counter.
“Smells amazing, doesn’t it?”
I jerked around and found myself face to face with Parker Lee. I’d been introduced to him—by Cooper—on my first day at Brighton Enterprises. Parker was the manager of the Plush division. So, technically, on paper, he was my boss. Although, I knew—and I suspected he knew—that really, I answered to Cooper.
My stomach rolled at the thought of Cooper, a strange mix of desire and rage bubbling within.
I shoved it down and stared up into Parker’s smooth face. He was similar to Cooper, in some ways. Power suit, tall, imposing, and seemed to be well aware of his effect on the opposite sex.
“Yeah, I just found this place a couple days ago,” I said. “Well, actually, my nose found it.”
“Aha, well, job well done. I come here every day.”