Page 7 of Bully Billionaire Dragon

“Oh.” I’m silent for a moment as I try and think of what else to talk about since she clearly is a bit dull.

“What do you do for work?” I try again. This question cannot be misconstrued.

“Actually, I’m in school. NYU.”

There we go, something interesting about her.

“What’s your major?” I ask, leaning in.

She leans back and tells me all about how she is undecided and only going to school because she doesn’t want to work yet. Her parents are paying for her degree, and she is torn between psychology and business. Both are entirely different fields of study, but I keep that to myself.

I listen intently but am bored. Lila is nice, but just a pretty face. I glance up once a throat clears.

The short guy she came here with is glaring at me.

“Can I help you?” I ask, sitting up to my full height.

He looks to Lila. “Who is this guy?”

Lila shrugs.

“The name’s TJ, big guy. What’s your name?”

He frowns and rubs the back of his head. I can tell he is unsure of how to handle me. Most guys cannot compete with me, especially when it comes to women.

“David.”

David squirms, and I can tell he knows that if I wanted Lila, I could have her. He isn't wrong. I can have any woman whenever I want. But Lila isn't one that I am currently interested in pursuing outside of some light flirting.

“Well, David, I was just keeping your spot warm. I’d better get back to my buddies. You kids have fun.”

I wave as I get up and see David’s tense shoulders relax. He must have been really worried about losing out on Lila, which I understand. She’s hot, and he’s…average. Which is fine, no judgment here. Average guys need love too.

“Struck out to that guy?” Damon asks as I reach the table.

I push him as I sit down beside him.

“Nope.”

Everyone looks at me. I rarely come back to the table alone.

“I was feeling generous. That guy needs her a lot more than I do.”

They all laugh, but I feel tension in my back, letting me know that my dragon wants to get out. Sometimes when I don’t get laid for a while, my dragon gets antsy.

“I need to relieve some tension.”

“Because you struck out,” Damon says again.

This time I stomp on his foot, and he smiles lazily at me.

“I’m going back to work. Anyone want to join me?”

Everyone nods, and we head back to Druk Technologies, which is a short walk from The Sitting Duck. We make small talk, but all of us are eager to let our dragons out.

We make it to the top and put on our new skins, which are now perfected. The skin slips over the body tightly. It fits like a glove, and I know in moments that I will be invisible to the whole world.

I take a running leap into the sky and feel myself shifting with the confidence that I will be invisible this time.

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