Her Dirty Billionaires
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I got back to the work and Jude joined in. It was mostly matching numbers on numbers, making sure all streams of revenue were operating as they should be, if not better.
“Sir, it looks like our bonuses will be higher this year.” Someone from financial said to either Jude or me. I doubted it was Jude though, because he wasn’t nice to anyone.
Both Jude and I pretended we didn’t hear him because we weren’t sure who would even get paid this year.
14
Henley
I was once again a restless woman.
Even though the meeting with Maverick and Jude went well and I signed a whole contract, I was still jobless. I couldn’t believe it.
The guys had… well I felt lied to. Could they really have only wanted me once, and that was it?
I doubted it based on their behavior the next morning. But it was a seed in my mind. I gave myself to them, let them fuck me and use me and they didn’t even call or email or fucking anything. What the hell?
I really thought they were stand up guys. I knew work was probably busy and they were running a company after all. But how could they be so busy as to not even call me? What if I was freaking out all alone, would they care? No.
I felt like a failure and settled into my couch one again for a movie. The plot twist was I had ice cream and could comfort myself with that. It was good, peanut butter. I had on sweats to match and everything.
But I kept thinking about them. Jude, the way he smiled at me all the time and Maverick, the way he always made me feel comfortable. They put effort into me, so why were they treating me like I didn’t matter?
I felt dejected and alone.
I was two episodes into the riveting crime show when the door keys jingled. I hadn’t heard that sound in so long I almost cried.
When last had I seen Denton, my best friend and roommate? I didn’t know. I stood and greeted him at the door. I probably looked desperate.
“Hey babes, I get an entryway greeting!” Denton smiled and hugged me.
We had been friends so long. He made me feel safe and loved, I didn’t get that from anyone else.
Denton was muscular, a very high build type and it made him stand out in the fashion world. He had dirty blonde hair, always nicely cut and highlighted. He was very good looking and broke women’s hearts everywhere.
“Yes, I missed you!” I hugged him so tight, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He even smelled the same and it was all so familiar.
“I missed you too babes. What’s been going on?” He set me down and looked me over. I looked rartty in my sweats and he looked amazing in his designer jeans and leather jacket over a plain white tee.
“Oh, nothing. More boring stuff of me being jobless, peanut butter ice cream?” I offered as I walked back into the living room.
“No thanks. Oh no, no job yet?”
I shook my head slowly, looking in his kind brown eyes. “No. I’m really sorry. I know I need to help with rent this month and you’ve helped me out so much.” He silenced me by laughing.
“Oh babes, it’s fine. I can live here on my own and you are more than just a roommate. Find a good job—the best job, not a rent paying job. I don’t want you doing things you don’t want. I’m here for you.”
Thank God for Denton. I was so worried I was cutting him short and using him in some way. But he didn’t see it that way. Denton had always been my sweet and caring best friend. Understanding too.
“Anything else got you down? I know I’ve been gone for a minute.” He wiggled his brow.
I had to lie because of the contract but all I want to talk about is Maverick and Jude. How good they felt and how cheated I feel now.
“Nope. Same old me, but you have been doing well, I see.” I smiled and squeezed his hand.
“Yeah. I signed a few new deals. We should celebrate—a great new club opened up downtown.” He gushed.
I rolled my eyes. I was never one for the party scene or club scene. I didn’t do it in college and rarely in my adult life. I never had a need for it, and it was never fun. Denton dragged me to some of them, and I went and he made it fun. But I was just feeling so down I didn’t want to do anything. Didn’t want to be seen.