Page 19 of Dr. Billionaire
“No, it’s just me. Simon and I just got to the resort. Remember he was taking me to Florida for the weekend?”
“Oh, shit, that’s right. Sorry to bug you.” Jenna mentally scolded herself for being a selfish friend recently. “How is it so far?”
“Simon got us a gorgeous room. He’s already downstairs checking out the pickleball courts, so I ordered room service. Stuffed French toast and mimosas, thank you very much!”
Jenna smiled. “Sounds amazing.”
“So, fill me in,” Chloe said. “Did you decide what to do about Mr. Wants-You-As-A-Concubine?”
“I sort of… sent him a message last night. A not so nice one,” Jenna said, feeling embarrassed when she admitted it out loud.
“Oh, Jenna. Were you drunk?”
“No! Just a little tipsy at most,” Jenna said defensively. “I checked this morning and he’s read it, but he hasn’t responded.”
“Wait, back up. What did you say? You have to send it to me,” Chloe demanded.
Jenna was stopped at a light, so she quickly copied the message and pasted it to Chloe. There was silence as Chloe read it, and Jenna took the opportunity to reread it as well.
Hey Mark, you know what? Fuck you! I’m not some damsel in distress who needs rescuing. You can keep your money and your bullshit and just back off and let me live my own life.
The car behind Jenna honked, and she looked up to see the light had turned green. Oops. She accelerated forward, waving apologetically to the other driver through her rearview mirror.
“Wow,” Chloe said. “I can see why he didn’t respond.”
“You can? Well I can’t. He should have saidsomething,” Jenna said, growing less sure of herself as she spoke.
“What do you expect him to say to that?”
“I mean, he could have at least tried to fight for me a little bit,” Jenna said with a pout, realizing how lame the words sounded as they left her mouth.
“By doing what? Coming to your house in the middle of the night and kidnapping you?”
“Nothing that drastic. But he could have at least?—”
And then Jenna screamed as she turned a corner and crashed head-on into a parked truck.
“What happened? Jenna?” Chloe asked.
Jenna sat there in shock for a moment, staring out her windshield as she saw steam rising from her engine. She hadn’t been going fast enough for her airbag to deploy, but it definitely didn’t look good.
“Jenna, are you okay?” Choe asked, sounding worried now.
“I think so,” Jenna answered shakily. “I just hit a truck.”
“Fuck. Is anyone hurt?”
Jenna turned the ignition off, then took a moment to take stock of her body, shaking out her arms and legs, moving her head from side to side, and wiggling her toes and fingers. “Yeah, I think I’m fine. There’s no one in the other car, it’s just parked on the street. Really far out though,” Jenna added, feeling angry at herself for not paying better attention but taking it out on the stupid truck instead.
“Thank god,” Chloe breathed. “You have insurance, right? Roadside assistance?”
“I used to…” Jenna said, “I let that lapse this month. I was going to pay it as soon as I found another job.”
Chloe let out a heavy sigh.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll figure something out,” Jenna said, sounding much more confident than she felt.
“Do you need me to have Simon call one of his friends down there? George lives nearby I’m pretty sure, he could?—”
