Page 11 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad
"Not my fault that the Seven are men of many talents." Summer chuckles.
"The Seven?" I tilt my head.
"That’s what the media calls the guys." Amelie nods toward the men. "And that includes your rock star." She smirks.
"Not my rock star."
"Oh, are we talking about the encounter between Damian and Julia?" Another woman, a brunette in a perfectly-tailored dress, glides over to us.
"We are not," I snap.
"Yep," Isla confirms.
"Totally." Amelie nods.
"Gosh, that was some kiss, huh?" Summer fans herself.
Heat sears the back of my neck. Of course, they’d all noticed that. I offer the brunette a glass of the cocktail, and she declines. "I’m sticking to water." She points to her glass. "I'm Victoria, by the way."
"Are you also pregnant?" I joke.
"I am, actually." She nods.
I splutter, then cough and place my drink back on the island. "Jeez, sorry."
"No worries." She chuckles, "I’m still getting used to the idea, myself."
I glance at her flat belly, "Are you in the first trimester?"
"I am." She nods. “I’d have preferred for the others not to know until later, but the Seven are so close…"
"Or maybe they just like to pretend that way," Isla scoffs. “The way they get into arguments with each other, you’d think they were enemies."
"Wanker," a male voice rings out from behind us as if to punctuate her words.
There’s the sound of something crashing into wood. I glance up to find Damian and another man as tall as he is, with dark hair and piercing eyes, engaged in arm wrestling.
"The other one’s called Sinclair; he belongs to me," Summer chirps. "Who do you think will win, by the way? Yours or mine?"
"Mine," I reply, then press my lips together. "I mean, he’s not mine." I jerk my chin toward the rock star."
"Freudian slip, huh?" Isla exchanges a glance with Summer.
"Freudian nothing," I scoff. "I’m simply punch drunk with jet lag, is all." And maybe a little bit worried about finding my next job. Okay, I am very worried about my situation. The money in my bank account will barely stretch to a few more weeks. No way, am I going to borrow from my family. My mum had warned me against taking off with my boyfriend. I'd ignored her, to my detriment.
Wouldn't she love to say I told you so, now. My shoulders sag. That’s not fair. She’s not like that, but I’m too embarrassed to tell her. As for borrowing from Amelie? Nope. She is already doing so much for me. No, I need to find a job quickly, though the agencies I'd called prior to travelling home to London had warned me there weren't any live positions at the moment. None had sounded very hopeful about an assignment coming up soon either. And hell, if I don't need a job quickly.
"Or maybe you’re reeling from that kiss, huh?" Isla chortles.
I groan. "Can we pretend that never happened?"
"Nope." Summer laughs.
Isla chuckles. "Remember, I’ve seen each of the women here succumb to one of the Seven. Once they set their sights on you, you don’t stand a chance."
"And you?" I frown. "What about you?"
"I’m busy building my wedding planning business." She gathers her long hair over one shoulder. "I don’t have time for such shenanigans."
