Billionaire's Second Chance
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” Stacey was hyperventilating, like she was the one going on a date with Zayden Sinclair to a fancy gala. “What are you going to wear? You don’t have fancy gala clothes!”
“We will go shopping,” I said with a mouth full of popcorn. Regardless of how haughty I had acted in front of Zayden, I did not, in fact, have clothes for the event. He had sent me the flyer and it was some kind of a vintage auction that he was attending for a business partner. Frankly, I was rather surprised that he wanted me to join him for this instead of some supermodel.
Oh wait, I had forbidden him from sleeping with supermodels as a part of the contract. It made sense that he wouldn’t want to take one to the gala if he couldn’t take her clothes off at the end of the night. Chauvinists, I thought as I shook my head. At least I could safely say that he wasn’t taking my clothes off. I’d make sure to purchase a dress with extra-complicated zippers, just in case. And wear my granny panties.
Why was I thinking like that? Like someone that doubted herself? I had consciously made the decision not to sleep with him under any circumstances, and I did not need the aid of complicated garments in order to keep my restraint.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God!” Stacey had a second round of hyperventilation when Nick walked in.
“What’s the occasion that we are remembering the Almighty for?” He sat down, grabbing a bunch of popcorn from the bowl. I moved the bowl and made a pretend shocked expression that said “mine!”
“Aria is going to a super fancy vintage auction with the best looking guy in the world!” Stacy said.
“Ouch!” Nick made a mock-hurt expression.
“Sorry baby, you are the handsomest guy as far as I’m concerned,” she said, air-kissing him. “But I meant in a more objective sense.”
“Don’t bother, Stace. I am not deluded enough to compare myself to Zayden Sinclair.”
Stacey looked like she was now feeling genuinely bad, even though Nick didn’t really care, so she walked up to him and locked him in an embrace. It was an adorable sight, since Nick was over a foot taller than her, but balled up inside his arms like that, they looked like a couple from a poster advertising happiness.
“I am just excited for Aria, you know that, right?” she asked, kissing his cheek.
“Nope, I was convinced that you are secretly having nightly dalliances with this billionaire playboy.” They both started laughing.
“Aria is!” she was almost too quick to chime in.
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“You already told me about her deal,” Nick said, not sounding particularly interested.
“Care more,” I said, stuffing a new batch of popcorn into my face. “Please.”
This was why Nick was one of my best friends; he jumped off the couch and started dancing while screaming, almost singing, “Aria is dating a billionaire!!!”
I threw a pillow at him and went back to my bowl of popcorn.
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On Saturday afternoon I changed about 95 times. I had tried everything in my wardrobe, but nothing seemed to be appropriate for a date with Zayden Sinclair. The shopping trip never happened because Stacey managed to catch the flu and I had no sense or intention to embark in such an activity without her, which I now regretted immensely. I looked at myself in the mirror after taking off yet another dress. I was wearing my red lacy bra and matching panties. Just because. There was no harm in looking and feeling good, it didn’t mean anything. I sighed as a tiny voice inside me began to send warning signals. Fine. Granny panties it is. Looking freshly 80 years old, I started going through my entire wardrobe when the doorbell rang and I shuddered.
I had at least four hours until the date, it couldn’t be….
“I got it!” I heard Nick’s voice from outside and quickly threw on a sweater and jeans to greet whoever was at our door. By the time I stepped out, Nick was standing with a giant package in his hand.
“It’s for you,” he grinned. “From your lover.”
“What on Earth could he possibly have sent me four hours before our date?” I approached the package and almost didn’t want to open it because of how perfect it looked. It was wrapped in teal and white paper with a beautiful mauve bow tied on to the top. I wished I could just keep the wrapper and not open what was inside. The wrapping itself was the perfect present.
“Open it!” Nick was getting impatient.
Very carefully, I removed the bow and set it to the side, then I slowly started to bring apart the paper wrapping, hoping to do it perfectly and save the pretty paper, but Nick jumped in and tore the thing apart too soon for me to stop him.
“Nick! I wanted to save that!” I said, genuinely surprised by how annoyed I was. But Nick made puppy dog eyes, something both him and Stacey did to get me to bend to their wishes. It was like having two kids, sometimes. I just could not be mad at that face.
“Ugh, it’s fine,” I said reluctantly. “What is in there?”
His eyes widened as he pulled out a long red dress with golden embellishments on the hem and neckline. I went forward to touch and it was the softest fabric I had ever laid my eyes upon. I didn’t know what to say or how to react. I should be angry; I did tell him I already had clothes! It was very presumptuous and quite frankly, disrespectful of him to just buy a fancy looking dress, as though whatever I owned could in no way be good enough for an event where I accompanied him.