Page 115 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad
Ha, everyone here is a clown today, for some reason. After all, it’s only my life that’s going down the shitter.
"Can you explain your bull and balls reference?" I glower at Karina.
"It’s bull and horns—" Isla ventures.
"Shut up," both Karina and I echo without looking at Isla, who coughs.
"Yeah, I want to hear your reasoning, too, Karina," she mumbles. "What did you mean by that?"
"Just that, you could do worse." Karina stares at me.
"She could do better," Isla huffs.
"Sure," Karina drags her finger around the rim of the glass, "considering he is famous, rich, handsome—"
"Career on the decline, may not recover after his last flop, has loads of issues—" Isla counts off on her fingers.
"How do you know about his issues?" I scowl.
"Tabloid speculation." She raises her shoulders. "Besides, no one can get to be that successful without some skeletons in their closet… And definitely not, one of the Seven."
"So, he does have issues?" Karina asks.
“Boy, does he,” I nod.
"Good, so you can help him resolve them."
"Me?" I frown "How can I help him?"
"He feels something for you."
"She means, he’s hung up on you," Isla adds.
"It’s true. I’d say he’s in love with you, except I don’t believe in that emotion."
"Wow." I look her up and down, "Now I see why the Seven trust you with their security. You’re pretty cut-throat, aren’t you?"
"I do what I have to do to survive." Her features harden. "And I have seen all kinds in this line of work. Which is why I also know that there’s something genuine between you and him."
"Is there?"
She nods. "Marriages have been built on worse." She licks the champagne off her finger, then holds up her glass. "You two have a lot more going for you."
"Like what?"
"You want security and he wants…" Karina shoots me a glance from under her eyelashes, "Well, you know what he wants."
"You mean sex?"
"I mean, whatever it is that floats his boat, and which he, clearly, is getting from you."
"What if he gets tired of me?" I wring my fingers together.
"Julia, Julia." Karina shakes her head. "You’re a strong, beautiful, intelligent woman, and he’s just a man who thinks with his dick. Trust me, you know what you have to do to keep him hungry enough so he keeps coming back for more. Besides, you love him."
I stare at her. "Shit, is it that obvious?"
"To us," Isla mumbles under her breath, "and only because we’re your friends…" Her voice trails off. She glances at me, then away. "Sorry, babe, but yeah, it’s kind of written all over your face. I mean, that's why you proposed to him, right?"
