Page 34 of The Billionaire

And I was just dying to at least just open the invitation. Just to see. Just to somehow be closer to him even it was just viewing an invitation. But I couldn’t with her in the living room with me.

Finally, after ignoring her questions a few more moments more as I attempted to appear to be studying, she stood up and stormed off yet again, dramatically, to her bedroom. She wasn’t mad. She was just being dramatic; one of her favorite things to do.

As soon as I heard her in her restroom I ripped that invitation open as fast as I could.

Dear McKeznie,

It would please us very greatly if you graced us with your presence on this night. Consider this a head start on your second year school’s payment. Per last time, car will be waiting at 11pm with 5 minute waiting window.

Cordially Yours,

The Elusive and Exclusive BC

On the back of the cardstalk was the password.

Password: WaterTiger6624

WaterTig—

“Hey! Watcha got there?”

I nearly jumped as I screamed.

She walked back towards me in a different outfit than her casual look from earlier of leggings and a lose top. She had on going out attire—heels and a painted on tight little red dress. The hunting look I called it. Hunting for rich men.

I slid the paper back in my book.

“Nothing!”

“Nothing huh? Are you in or are you out, Kane? Let’s go out! We never go out anymore or even hang out since Stanford started. You know, you’ve been very neglectful as a friend!”

I let out my own dramatic sigh. Sometimes she did that—pulled the guilt card. Even though we were best friends, our differences sometimes got in the way. Most of all, me being driven to study. Her driven for the pleasures of life. But regardless of the differences, I loved her.

I looked down at my watch. It was 4pm. I could go out for a little while. Besides, if I did plan on going, I would need help with my hair and makeup and she always did wonders.

I rolled my eyes again and sighed. I couldn’t believe I was toying with the idea of going to the club again. I couldn’t—

Before I could even finish my crazy thought, she pulled me up from the couch and drug me into her room.

“Okay . . . okay. I’ll go! But I have to be back by nine.”

She giggled loudly and squeezed me to death. “Oh I just love you!” She kissed me on the cheek.

An hour and half later, we were out at a very chic wine and tapas bar sitting outside enjoying the post-thunderstorm gorgeous fall weather. We sat in oversized suede chairs and were surrounded by greenery and blooming pink flowers that dangled around a white wooden latter.

We were already on our second glass of Reisling and were munching on cubes of cheese and salami. She was always “low-carbing”. I didn’t know how she could do it. None-the-less, it worked. It kept her figure long and lean. “I just would have thought I would have met him by now.” Her Louboutin heel flopped as her skinny crossed leg bounced.

“Maybe it’s just not the right time yet.”

“Well, I want it to be!”

“Maybe they are intimidated because your father’s a Senator?”

Thirty minutes later of her saying the same thing over and over again but in different ways, we were on our 3rd glass and I was pretty buzzed. The fresh weather outside, the sun, it was just a perfect scene and I felt very generous with my feelings and thoughts.

“I’m telling you, McKenzie, I know you’re seeing someone.”

I bit my lip. All inhibitions were out the window.

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