Page 30 of Billionaire Temptations

“I know. I do love it.”

Max got up from the chair and walked over to me, placing his hand on my waist and kissing my cheek. “I have to go. I love that dress. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Are we hanging out tonight?” I asked.

“Nah. You spend the night with your friends. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay,” I said with a bit of sadness.

I sighed as he walked away.

I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pain inside because I so badly wanted to see him later. Not only for sex because my body craved his but because I loved spending time with him. Molly and Kara found the perfect dresses, and Melanie was going to have them delivered to the apartment tomorrow morning.

“Are you seeing Max tonight?” Kara asked.

“No. He told me to hang with you guys, and he’ll see me tomorrow.”

“So what should we do tonight? It’s a Friday night in New York City.” Molly smiled.

Kara had her nose buried in her phone as she let out a small scream. “How far is Bowery Ballroom from your apartment?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

“Guess who’s playing there tonight?”

“Who?” Molly asked in suspense.

“High Five!”

“Shut the fuck up! That indie band from Miami?”

“Yes! Looks like we’re going to see them tonight, ladies!” Molly expressed.

“The lead singer, Lucas, is so hot. I think he had a thing for you, Emma.”

“He did not.” I waved my hand.

Kara hooked her arm in mine. “So him buying you every drink that night in Miami didn’t mean anything?”

“Please. I’m sure he buys all the girls drinks.”

“He didn’t buy ours.” Molly frowned.

Getting ready to go out,Kara squealed as her phone rang. It was the salon calling. After hanging up, she jumped up and down, saying she got the job and they wanted her to start in two weeks. Not too long after, Molly received the same call.

“This calls for some serious celebrating tonight!” Kara announced.

I was so excited that my friends had secured jobs and they were moving to New York City. I pulled out my phone and sent a text message to Max.

“Guess what? Molly and Kara got the jobs at the salon!”

I set my phone down and finished doing my hair and makeup. He never replied. I slipped into my slim-fitting black jeans and my new black embellished trapeze cami. As I took one last look in the mirror, I put on my black four-inch heel strappy sandals and grabbed my clutch, ready to let loose to the music from the band High Five.

As the cab dropped us off in front of the Bowery Ballroom, we stepped inside and noticed the crowd hovering in front of the stage, waiting for the show to start. Off to the side was a privateseating area where I saw a familiar face. Ugh, it was Fiona. She stood up when she saw me and walked over.

“Hey,” she spoke.

“Hey, Fiona. I would like you to meet my friends, Molly and Kara. This is Max’s sister, Fiona.”

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