The Billionaire's Wife

“Thanks, there’ll be something extra in your pay this week. Good job.” Greg was head of my security team for the past three years. I’ve used his PI services before but never for anything this important, not to me anyway. “No problem boss catch you later.” I hung up the phone and leaned back in my chair planning my next move.

I felt alive for the first time in a long time. For the past few years the only thing that got any kind of a rise outta me was work. Now, at this minute, I couldn’t give a fuck about mergers and acquisitions. The only thing I wanted to acquire was her; my future wife.

It’s funny, the thought of marrying Brittany, someone who was known to my family for a very long time, left me cold. But this girl, this Alana, a name as beautiful as its owner, made me feel giddy. At least I know that it isn’t the idea of marriage that I was averse to. Just my mother’s choice of bride.

That was something else I’ll have to take care of now. I wouldn’t call my mother a racist but I do know she had certain predilections. She was raised in a different era, a different time. A time when she was taught to fear what she doesn’t know. No matter, not even for her was I willing to let my princess slip through my fingers.

Alana

“Oh my gosh, did y’all see who just walked in?” Nancy, one of the other servers almost broke my damn arm off at the elbow with her shit. I had a tray full of martinis for a table full of rich bitches with hot pokers up their ass and this trick was about to make me drop them all.

“Look, I have a table full of Satan’s concubines waiting for this watered down shit. I don’t care if the Prince of Wales just walked in here, outta my way.”

That girl is crazy as hell. She’s one of those types who’s always on the lookout for celebrities or businessmen. I had better things to do with my time.

I dropped off my drinks and listened to the hyenas complain before walking back over to the server station and Nancy had a following.

They were all staring at the table with this guy who was sitting alone looking like he eat, sleep and shit money. Whatever. It wasn’t mine and I was here to make my own.

Of course he had to be sitting in my section, like I didn’t have enough of the rich and shameless to deal with tonight. “Alana do you know him?” Dina, the hostess asked with her eyes glued to Mr. more money than sense. “Nope who is he?”

“That’s Chance Winthrop, the Chance Winthrop.” I knew the name, who didn’t? Anyone who’d spent any amount of time in this city knew of him in some way or the other. His face was always in the damn paper. Mr. Goody Two Shoes. He was always giving away something to somebody or the other.

“He asked for you by name, said he wanted your section.” I just gave her a look before heading over to him.

She was probably lying out her ass, in fact I know she was. How would he know me? why would he know me? Those bitches probably knew he was one of those pain in the ass customers that ran your ass ragged and then stiffed you on the tip. The rich hate to part with their money.

“Hello, my name is Alana and I’ll be your server tonight.” What the hell? Did they change the sign outside and forget to tell me? Homeboy looked me up and down like he was waiting for a lap dance or some shit. Or maybe he thought my ass was on the menu.

He gave me a look that made me twitchy. First his head lifted slowly because he was taking his time looking at every inch of exposed leg. Then his beautiful dark blue eyes flashed at me, literally. He did this thing where he stared at me real hard and then his eyes just blinked real slow in the middle of that stare.

He wasn’t shy about staring at my attributes. But not one word did he say. Like he was letting his eyes do the talking. He was a cool one alright.

Like I’d told Nancy and Dina, I knew who he was, his picture had been on the front page more often than not and I’d heard more than enough about him, but this was the first time I’d seen him in here.

“Why don’t I come back and take your order after you’re done salivating over my ass?” If the boss heard me he’d fire me this time for sure, but he’s always threatening that shit so I’m not worried. I’m a badass server, I know it and they know it.