Page 19 of Damaged Billionaire Daddy
I was sure that whatever Kandis was about to say next would have been insanely unladylike, but she was cut off by her phone ringing. She sent me a dirty look as if it was something I did on purpose before pulling it out, sighing at the name, and answering it. “Mila,” she greeted with fake enthusiasm. “I was going to call you back, I swear.”
I could only hear one end of the conversation.
“No, I didn’t forget.”
“I don’t, Mila.”
“Like I said earlier, it’s really not my style.”
“I do love you. Don’t be so dramatic.”
“I’m kind of tied up right now.”
Her voice got quiet. “Yes, with him.”
So, she’s told her friends about me?I wondered what she said about me, probably something along the lines of I’m the self-entitled jerk who took her virginity and now she couldn’t get away from me.
“I really don’t want to.”
A long silence. “Fine, Mila, I’ll make an appearance.”
“Okay. Bye.”
Kandis had a sour look on her face, and her unhappiness was easy to see from miles away. She looked even worse than when she had to agree to go on this date.
“What was that about?”
“Don’t act like we’re friends.”
“I feel like taking someone’s virginity does make you in a way friends with them.”
“I don’t think so.”
“A party?”
Slowly, she turned around to look at me. “Eavesdrop much?” And then her entire face lit up, as something came to her mind. Her face was enveloped with a smile. “Wait, actually, yes. I can kill two birds with one stone. Let’s go to the party.”
I looked her over. “You’re not dressed for a party.”
“I don’t have anyone to impress.” She put her back against the seat. “But there are going to be a lot of women with their guards down who will get so lost in your eyes that they won’t even notice you’re an asshole. Getting them to spread their legs for you should be relatively easy.”
There’s only one girl who’s legs I want to get in between.
But the idea of seeing her let loose a bit at a party wasn’t one I could miss out on. “Give me the address.”
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“I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before.” Under any other circumstances, the woman in front of me would have my full attention. She had big eyes, maybe too big, and a round face with sharp features.
Her hair was dark and almost reached her butt. She’d been flirting with me for the better part of five minutes with subtle glances and little smiles. She was small but cute.
If I wasn’t so focused on Kandis, I would probably take her home.
“Probably not,” I told her, honestly. “I’m not from around here.”
“Yeah, you have a city accent.” Now that she said it, I could hear her thick, country accent, although her clothes easily gave her away. She’s wearing a floral-patterned blue dress with a small belt wrapped around it and cowboy boots, paired with a hat that screams ‘I ride bulls’ in my free time.
“I’m Clara.” She reached her hand out to me, and I shook it with pursed lips, casually looking around the party to see if I could spot Kandis. She disappeared basically the second that we entered the threshold, and I hadn’t seen her since. I highly doubt that it was accidental she’s stayed out of my sight.
