Page 1 of Dr. Billionaire
CHAPTER 1
“It’s a legitimate website, I promise. I’m living proof.”
Jenna tapped on the link Chloe had just texted her from across the table, glancing up at her friend suspiciously as she waited for the ads to finish playing.
“You have to pay for the ad free version, but it’s worth it. It gives you access to the profiles of the guys who are like, really fucking loaded. Not just the wannabes who can afford a couple of dates.” Chloe lifted her margarita and downed the rest of it in one sip.
“I don’t know, Chlo. Aren’t I already aging out of the sugar baby market?”
“First of all, you’re twenty-three, so you’re not exactly ready to collect social security. And second of all, as I already told you, this isn’t a sugar daddy website. It’s just a dating site for girls who are willing to put up with men who probably aren’t going to change much for them in return for being well take care of.”
“Uh huh,” Jenna said. “So what you’re saying is, you’re willing to fuck a guy you’re not actually attracted to so that he’ll buy you shit. You’re right,totallynot a sugar daddy website.”
Chloe snorted. “Who said I wasn’t attracted to Simon? He’s a little older than I normally go for, and he’s got an unhealthy obsession with pickleball, but he’s kinda hot. He’sreallygood in bed,” she said with a wink, picking up the Coach bag she’d acquired from the aforementioned pickleball aficionado just the day before. She opened her wallet and held up a credit card, summoning a young waiter who took it to the register.
“Let me Venmo you my part,” Jenna said, taking the last sip of her mojito and reaching for her purse.
“Babe, we both know you’re broke. Let’s let Simon take care of it.”
Jenna couldn’t argue with that.
Chloe opened a compact mirror and reapplied her lip gloss, smacked her lips together, then signed the check the waiter placed in front of her with a flourish. “But you have to promise me you’ll reach out to at least one guy on there.” She pointed at Jenna. “And I’m going to check.”
Jenna found herself smiling at Chloe’s scolding tone. She had been a loyal friend since they were in high school, and it had definitely been an act of pity at the time. Jenna had been awkward, quiet, and had never even thought about talking to a boy before Chloe had come along and forced her out of her shell.
“Sure, Chlo. Whatever you say.”
“I have to go, Simon made us dinner reservations. At a fancy French place,” Chloe said with a waggle of her eyebrows, as if she was certain fancy French food would close the deal on the scheme she had subjected Jenna to for the past hour.
“Have fun,” Jenna said dismissively, her eyes never lifting from the screen as she began scrolling through profiles of men, most of whom looked old enough to be her father and half of whom were posing on a boat—or in some cases a yacht—for whatever reason.
Had she really gotten this desperate? Yes, she only had $47 left in her checking account, but it was only the beginning of the month, and she’d paid her rent already. That was end-of-the-month Jenna’s problem.
She sighed. Whether she wanted to admit it to herself or not, she was currently jobless and running out of options. It wasn’t as if bartending at the local dive had been her dream job anyway, and she hated pretending to be nice to the sleazebag patrons who would always find an opportunity to grab her ass as she walked by with a tray of drinks.
It wasn’t her fault that one of those particularly vile sleazebags had pushed her too far one night and she had kneed him directly in the crotch. It also wasn’t her fault that her boss had always hated her and had fired her on the spot.
It probablywasher fault that this had happened almost two months ago now, and she still hadn’t been able to muster the energy or willpower to get off her couch and search for another job.
Since then, Chloe had been the only one to check in on her and force her out of her apartment for the occasional happy hour.
Jenna paused her mindless scrolling when she came across a profile that seemed different than the rest. It was a man who looked to be just under forty, and he was—there was no other way to say it—fuckinghot. He had a thick head of dark brown,slicked back hair, dark blue, serious-looking eyes, and he was wearing a doctor’s coat over a tight button-up shirt that she could practically see his chiseled muscles through. She scrolled below the single picture to read his bio, which was very short.
Looking for something real with someone special. I don’t play games. Unless you’re feeling naughty…
Jenna furrowed her brow at the cryptic message as she scrolled back up to look at his picture again. Usually when things seemed too good to be true, they were, she reminded herself.
So was he catfishing her and this was a fake picture? Or was this a real picture but he was hiding some huge dealbreaker that necessitated his search for a sugar baby? Or both? Because if that picture was real and he had no serious red flags, he should be absolutely drowning in pussy…
What the hell do I have to lose?Jenna thought as she tapped the “Message Now” button at the top of his profile. At the very least, it would get Chloe off her back. Who knows, if things went really well, she might even be able to get her rent paid long enough to find another job.
Mark didn’t exactly have high hopes about his date tonight, partly because the girl he had agreed to meet had clearly made a halfhearted attempt at creating a profile only minutes before messaging him. But there was something about the cute, quick selfie she had uploaded as her profile picture that encouraged him to take a chance.
Jenna Harper.
She was beautiful, he could tell right away, but not in the overdone, plastic-surgery-and-fillers kind of way that he was used to seeing on this website. She had a typical hot-girl-next-door look, with shoulder-length dirty blond hair and sparkling green eyes. Somehow her dimples were showing even though she wasn’t smiling fully in the picture. Instead, her mouth was turned up in a shy grin.
Her initial message had been short and extremely lacking in detail, but the moment he’d taken charge by choosing the restaurant for their date, she had responded with a sassy, “Whatever you say, your highness.” It had made his cock twitch, looking at her cute face and imagining the things he would do to that sassy mouth.
