Page 30 of The Sexy Billionaire

“Wait, what the hell, who is this? I don’t know this story.” Natalia pouts.

“Shit, was that the funeral you went to?” Luca asks.

“Wait, Gio’s first love died?” my sister pipes in.

“No, she didn’t. And yes, it was the funeral I went to, it was her great-aunt that passed.” I hiss at my nosey siblings.

“You didn’t tell me you ran into her,” Luca states.

“It wasn’t anything.”

“But it is something now?” he questions.

I let out a sigh. “I messaged her last night when I was drunk telling her what happened. I don’t know why, but I did. She came back and said that when she got off the plane in New York after the funeral, she caught her husband screwing the sous chef at their restaurant.”

“No way, that’s horrible.” Natalia gasps.

I nod my head.

“I sent her a message this morning apologizing for dumping my drama on her in a DM and she said it was fine, that it was nice talking to someone going through the exact same thing as each other.”

Natalia and Luca look at each other and burst out laughing. Why is this so funny?

“That was who messaged you?” Luca questions me.

“Yes, she messaged me.”

“And?” Natalia adds.

“What? And nothing.”

Her eyes narrow. “What did you say her name was?”

“I didn’t.”

“Paige, shit, what was her last name?” Luca says, scrambling to work out her last name.

Natalia pulls out her phone and starts scrolling. What is she doing?

“Is this her?” she says, turning the phone around and showing me a picture of Paige. How the hell did she do that? “Judging by your lack of response and shock on your face, that’s a yes. Oh my gosh, she is gorgeous. A natural beauty, not like these women you normally date.”

“I’m not dating her.” I hiss, making sure our parents don’t hear this conversation.

“Ew, her husband is French, explains why he’s a douchebag,” she adds.

“Please, leave this alone. She’s an old friend. There’s nothing wrong with me talking to someone who is going through the same thing, is there?” I ask them.

“No problem at all.” Natalia grins.

“It’s fine, as long as you don’t start jerking off to her pictures at night,” Luca adds.

“Ew.” My sister screws up her face.

“Fuck you,” I say and punch him hard in the arm.

“Hey, you two, no fighting,” Mamma yells from across the room where she is talking Lilly’s ear off.

“What happened between the two of you that you haven’t spoken for that long?” Natalia asks.

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