Page 25 of Billion Dollar Dispute

“I knew you had a thing for me,” Harvey says.

I roll my eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself. I like men, not boys.”

“Ouch.” Jeremy winces.

Shit, was I a little too harsh? Because he is good-looking, but he’s eight years younger and extremely well-off. He’s not on the same life path I am with my kid.

Scanning his face, I watch as a tic in his jaw pulses. His eyes harden, and I fight the urge to stand taller, suddenly self-conscious under his scrutiny.

“I’m not a boy. I’ll remind you of that one day,” Harvey retorts, a hint of sadness in his tone.

Yep, I officially hurt him. I shift uncomfortably, feeling a pang of guilt for my sharp words.

“I’m sure you have plenty of women who want?” I start.

“His money,” Evan interjects. He’s been quietly sipping amber liquid from his tumbler.

I’m definitely not a girl interested in a man’s money. I’m now in control of my life, including my finances.

“I’m not interested in anything serious. So if they want to be wined and dined for one night, then so what. I’m not harming anyone,” Harvey says.

That’s true. And what’s different about him is his honesty. First about his reasons to help me and now his expectations.

“Anyway, Jemima, I have galleries all over New York that I host many gatherings at. Would you be interested in talking about consistent work?” Oliver asks, his tone shifting to genuine interest.

My heart rate picks up, but I keep my breathing regulated so I’m not showing my feelings on my face or in my voice.

“Definitely,” I reply with a confident smile, handing him a card. All the other brothers take one too, their interest piqued.

“I’ll call you and set up a meeting,” Oliver promises, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Harvey wears a knowing smirk, and as much as I want to wipe it off his face, I also want to kiss it.

God, he’s so fucking annoying.

“Sure, that sounds great.” I try to maintain my composure despite the mixed emotions swirling within me.

I’m starting to feel a little hot, maybe I’m just overwhelmed by all the opportunities and the presence of such attractive men. Or maybe it’s a combination. Either way, I want to go to the bathroom and compose myself.

“Excuse me,” I say, feeling the need for a moment alone. “Nice meeting you all.” I offer a polite smile before turning around.

As I navigate through the crowd in what I think is the right direction, I squint, trying to find the signs for the bathroom. I weave through the crowd of guests.

“Are you alright?” Harvey calls from behind me, his concern palpable.

“Yes,” I reply, smiling despite feeling unwell.

“You look—” he starts.

“It’s just a little hot,” I interrupt quickly.

“Hmm,” he mumbles, his gaze lingering on me.

“Why don’t you be a good boy, and stay with your brothers,” I suggest, attempting to divert his attention.

His hand grabs my waist as his mouth leans toward my ear to whisper, “I’ll be your good boy any day.” I suppress a shiver as his warm breath tickles the shell of my ear.

He’s trying to play with me, and I’m not buying it. He’s so fucking smooth, and I’m annoyed that his words make me feel a throb between my legs.

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