Page 2 of Billionaire Games
“She doesn’t want anyone to feel blue. She never did,” Griffin said. “And on that note, how about the three of us go get some lunch. We can talk about her and what she meant to each one of us.”
“Count me in,” Phoenix agreed quickly. “I don’t know another soul here anyway. The company would be much appreciated.”
“Me too,” Ethan chimed in. “I could use a stiff drink.”
Griffin led them to his waiting private car, and they all piled inside. “How about seafood?” When Griffin got two nods he called out to the driver, “Neptune Oyster, please driver.”
The men all were feeling exceptionally comfortable with one another. A certain comradery was felt between them all as they chatted lightly about this thing and another.
Ethan Southern was also a billionaire, the heir to Redhead Scotch, the thirty-two-year-old did little else than party his life away. Phoenix Nelson had stumbled into his fortune. He was the illegitimate son of a candy billionaire who left him a few hundred acres in a tiny place called Karnes County in Texas. He struck it rich when oil was found on it, not once but twenty-seven times. It seemed the men were all billionaires and Julia had been the one to come on to them all.
As they got into the restaurant and were seated, the three laughed as they ordered the same drink, a Rob Roy. It had been the first step in how Julia had introduced herself to each of the men. She’d send one over and a bit later she’d have them coming to her table where she always sat alone.
Griffin mimicked the way she wiggled her finger to get him to come to her. The others laughed as they too had been wrangled in by a mere drink, a corny pick-up line, and the wiggle of a single finger in their direction.
“How do you think the woman was able to pick out three men with massive amounts of money?” Phoenix asked as he sipped on his cocktail.
“She was a witch,” Ethan said with a hearty laugh. “I believe that with all my heart. She could turn a man inside out and make him beg for more. But somehow left him without a tear shed between either. She had to be a witch. There’s no other plausible explanation.”
The three clinked their glasses together. “A toast to the enigmatic female who knew how to reel a man in and set him free all without ever harming his fragile ego or feelings,” Griffin said.
“Here, here,” the other two added.
A kinship had been found amongst the three men who shared the knowledge a young woman had given them. It was possible to have unimaginable sex in the matter of knowing each other for only a few hours, without having to hand your entire soul over to another human being. It could be done with no one being hurt.
With the realization that all three came to at the same time, an idea was born between them.A terribly fantastic idea!
