Page 17 of Dr. Billionaire
Later that evening, after her father had gone to bed, Jenna helped her mother tidy up the kitchen. Elbow-deep in soapy water, rinsing dishes, her mother had broached the topic again.
“Your father and I worry about you making ends meet with just bartending jobs,” she said gently. “Have you given any more thought to going back to school?”
Jenna tensed, hands pausing mid-motion. “I’m doing fine, Mom. You don’t need to worry about me.”
“But we do worry, honey. We just want what’s best for you.”
Jenna bit her tongue, holding back a sarcastic response. She knew her parents meant well, but she was weary of defending her choices.
They finished the dishes in silence. Before Jenna left to go back to her apartment, her mom hugged her tightly.
“Follow your dreams, whatever they are,” she whispered. “Don’t end up like me.”
Jenna had nodded, her throat tight with sadness. She hated that her mom seemed so unhappy, and that she was worrying her parents, but she was determined to make it on her own. And that had included “forgetting” to return her parents’ phone calls since that visit.
Mark, finally stirring, blinked open his eyes and smiled at her. “Morning, beautiful. Been awake long?”
“Just a few minutes.” Jenna sat up, stretching her arms above her head. “I should probably get up and head back home, though.”
Mark reached over to drape his arm across her waist, scooping her over to him until she was laying back down, then spooning her.
“See, this is the opposite of getting up. I thought you went to medical school,” Jenna teased, though it did feel really nice being cocooned by his much bigger form.
“I never said I was top of my class,” Mark said wryly before kissing the top of her head.
Jenna grinned, then squirmed her way out of his grasp and sat up, reaching for her jeans, and standing up to step into them.
“What’s the rush?” Mark groaned, propping himself up on one elbow to watch her.
“I have a lot to do today,” Jenna said, grabbing her shirt next.
“Like what?”
“Job search stuff. Update my resume, that kind of thing.”
Mark grinned charmingly, the side of his mouth quirking up. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, then stood and walked around to stand behind Jenna. “I thought your job was sucking my cock now.” He wound his arms around her waist as he spoke into her ear. “And let me tell you, you’re damn good at it.”
Shoving his hands off of her, she spun around to face him. “That isnotmy job. I am not just your little concubine. If that’s what you’re looking for, you can just fuck right off.”
Then she strode out of his room, leaving him standing there stunned.
“And then he had the audacity to tell me that sucking his cock was myjob,” Jenna was rage-cleaning her kitchen counter with a sponge as she talked through her headphones. She heard Chloe snort with laughter. “Chloe!”
“What? It’s kind of funny!”
“It’sfunnythat he’s a chauvinistic prick?”
Chloe’s voice sobered as she obviously read Jenna’s distraught tone. “Okay, okay. Let’s think about this seriously for a moment.”
“Thank you,” Jenna said.
“You met up with this guy once, ghosted him for a week, then met up with him again. You had mind blowing sex and he wanted you to stay over, then he insinuated he wanted you to stay there a lot longer. Did I get that right?”
“Yes!” Jenna huffed. “Like I’m just going to give up my whole life and move in with him and service him whenever he wants.”
“And you really convinced him, a billionaire, to offer you that aftertwodates?” Chloe said.
“What’s your point, Chlo.”
