Billionaire Beast

She brought them over and Billy gave her a grin. “I’ve got two lovely ladies tonight,” he said.

“Good for you, Billy.” We all laughed, and he held his beer up and we clinked them together.

While we drank our beers, he told us a story about a famous actor who had come to one of his father’s poker clubs.

“This guy,” he said. “You all know him. You’ve probably swooned over him, got his posters hanging on the wall in your bedroom.”

“Yeah right,” Caroline said, rolling her eyes. “We’re not in high school.”

“Well, either way. You know this guy. I know this guy. The whole fuckin world knows this guy, and he shows up at my dad’s club, a hundred grand that he thinks he’s going to triple by the end of the night. Ambitious guy. Now, I usually don’t play, but that night I couldn’t resist. I’m not the best poker player, but our A-list actor, by this point, he’d had a few drinks, was feeling a little cocky, and went all in and lost to my pair of aces.”

“Who was the guy?” Caroline asked.

“Yeah!” I said. “Who was he?”

Billy shook his head. “That, my lovelies, I can’t tell you.”

“Pictures or it didn’t happen.”

He grinned. “Not going to fall for that. You’re just going to have to take my word for it.”

Billy was funny and easy to talk to. He wasn’t someone that I’d go out on a date with, but

he was definitely a lot of fun to hang around.

Chapter Thirteen

Ian

Daisy waited until we were done working for the day to ask me what I was doing Saturday night.

“I don’t have any plans,” I said. “Did you have something in mind?”

“I want you to meet my friend Caroline,” she said. “I know we’re keeping things quiet at work but—”

“I thought I said that we weren’t going to tell anyone about this.”

A quizzical expression crossed her face. “What? I thought you meant just at work. I didn’t think you meant I couldn’t talk to my best friend about it. We talk about everything.”

“Great,” I said. It always baffled me how most women had this insane need to have some sort of confidante to spill every last detail of her life to. Not saying that guys didn’t also talk about shit with each other, but not to the degree the women did. I’d overheard girls talking about dick size, how many fingers he put her up her snatch, whether or not he had hair around his asshole. What his come tasted like, if he was circumcised, how he cried out like a girl when he came. Don’t get me wrong—guys bragged about bagging girls all the time, but they didn’t go into minute fucking detail, the way I was sure that Daisy and this friend of hers would.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked.

“I don’t know—do you feel like going out for sushi?”

“Sure,” I said. “Tomorrow night? I’ve got to come in and do a couple things around here, but I can come by your place around six?”

Daisy grinned. “That’d be perfect!” she said, and just from the way she said it, I knew she had already set the whole thing up with her friend.

We met up with her friend, Caroline, at Unscaled, which was one of the newer restaurants that I hadn’t been to before. Sushi was not, actually, a culinary favorite of mine, though there were a few things that I didn’t mind.

The place was crowded, and there was some sort of shitty electronic music playing. We were seated at a table in the middle of the dining area; Daisy and me on one side, Caroline on the other. She was cute—though not as cute as Daisy—and was definitely one of those women who was used to calling the shots about everything.

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” she said as we sipped our hot green tea.

“Likewise,” I replied, though Daisy hadn’t really told me that much about her.

“So you’re the owner of the company?” she asked.