Page 30 of Billion Dollar Revenge

She gives me a smile that forces my heart into overdrive, and I watch her slip out of our area and wander through the place. I can’t stop myself from letting my gaze linger on her, and I can’t help the way they stop on her luscious, firm ass. She has a great figure, no doubt from all the Pilates.

Even after she disappears into the bathroom, I can’t stop staring. It's only when the server comes to clean up and refill our drinks that I snap out of it. I give him a generous tip.

Chelsea rejoins me not long after the server leaves, but I immediately notice something is wrong. Her glow is gone.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

She plops down with a huff. “You noticed.”

I nod. “Yeah.”

She gestures toward the bar where Bobby and Shyla are standing. I hadn’t even noticed them walk in; I was too focused on the stunning woman in front of me. I wish I’d seen them first and told them to leave, just to keep her safe.

“He never took me out anywhere. Actually, this is my first time in a bar with a guy since I met him,” she says, her voice shaking from the nerves.

She’s angry. “I wish he could feel as humiliated as I feel.”

I slowly take a final sip of my drink, an idea forming. “What if I told you we can do that?”

“I doubt it. He doesn’t care about anything but his job.”

She grabs her hair, sweeping it to the side. I try not to stare at the slope of her delicate neck. Licking my lips, I shift my focus to her eyes.

I mull over that information once more, and I barely believe the sentence that comes out of my mouth.

“I can help you. He should know what he lost. He deserves to see you happy, looking good, and that you’ve moved on.”

Her getting revenge on him will also work in my favor. He’ll want to quit working for my company and, well, honestly, I’mtrying to live vicariously through Chelsea. I was cheated on too, and seeing her get even feels like my own form of justice.

She sits up eagerly as her dull eyes come to life. “How?”

Chapter 10

Chelsea

Without another word, heleans in and presses his lips to mine. His kiss is rough and commanding. After the initial shock, I lean into the kiss, enjoying its warmth.

I hadn’t realized how nice it would feel to have a guy initiate a kiss. Not just any guy, but one I’ve found myself recently attracted to.

I’m drunk, so when he pulls back to ask, “Do you want to be my fake girlfriend?”

I blink rapidly, my brain slow from all the alcohol and the drugging kiss. A giggle slips out of me as I reply, “Why not.”

I have nothing else to lose. With our new friendship, it’s kind of fun, especially if I get to kiss him without any strings.

Summer said to have fun…So that’s what I'm going to do.

What’s even better, is the fact I know Bobby was watching us. He’s no longer touching the woman. No, his eyes are fixed on me.

“Do you have plans Friday?” Evan asks, pulling my attention back to his face.

“No.”

“You do now.”

My eyebrows draw together in confusion. “Where are we going?”

“I’m throwing a party to celebrate a breaking news article. I want to reward my staff for their hard work.”

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