Page 5 of The Playboy Billionaire

April grips his arms, and my stomach drops.

“Don’t worry,” she says, looking up at him.

It’s then he seems to realise she’s not alone. Pulling back, he turns to face me, his eyes widening before grinning.

“Samuel,” he says, holding out his hand. “And you are?”

“Cal.”

I smile.

Samuel takes my hand in his and shakes it. “Pleased to meet you, Cal.”

His gaze returns to April, his head tilting. I hold my breath and wait.

Have I been made?

“Cal has been keeping me company while I was waiting for you,” she says, sliding her arm through his.

His grin widens, and I exhale. Maybe my secret is safe for another couple of hours. “Wonderful. Thanks for looking after my girl. We’re about to head out to a club. Would you like to join us?” Samuel asks.

I flinch at his use of the termmy girl.

Are these two an item?

I see him grimace, his eyes flying to April. I bite my lip when I notice her hand on his waist, her knuckles white as her fingers dig into his side.

“I’m sure Cal has better things to do,” she says, her tone firm.

“No, nothing,” I say, turning my attention back to her friend. “I’d love to join you. Where are you heading?”

Samuel’s enthusiasm is genuine.

“That’s great.” He grins as April outright glares at him. “The rest of the gang are meeting us at Odyssey,” Samuel adds, ignoring April’s obvious annoyance.

I stifle my smirk.

“Give me a moment.” I get up and move away, pulling out my phone before turning back and asking. “How many?”

“Ten.”

I turn away only to hear Samuel stage whisper to April. “Wow, baby girl, where did that bundle of hotness pop up from? I can’t leave you alone for a minute.”

His tone has no aggravation, so maybe they aren’t together.

My phone connects, so I don’t get to hear her reply.

“Devlin. Caleb Frazer. Can I get entrance for eleven?”

“Sounds like quite a party. I’ll have the champagne chilling.”

My friend laughs.

I wait as I hear him tap on his keyboard.

“It’s done. I take it I’ll be seeing you in Vegas this weekend?”

“Need you ask?” I say. “Thanks, Dev, I owe you one. I’ll catch you at the race.”

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