Page 3 of Rich Girl
“I wish I could buy myself a man.” I let out a long sigh and take another sip of my drink. “Life would be so much easier.”
We all chuckle at that, but no one has any real suggestion.
“Hey,” Janine calls all of a sudden. “There’s this app…”
I snort in my glass. “Unless it’s an app where I can purchase a man, I don’t care. I don’t want to start dating anyone new. Not yet.”
“It’s not for real dating,” Janine assures me. “It’s to find a date for holidays.”
The rest of us just stare at her in complete silence, unsure of how to break it to her that I am not looking for a Christmas date here.
“This is for my wedding, Janine,” Adeline finally says. “Pay attention.”
“I know that,” Janine rolls her eyes. “But your wedding is on the Father’ weekend. That’s a holiday, isn’t it?”
“She’s got a point.” Emma, always a faithful supporter of Janine’s, bobs her head up and down in agreement.
“So, what do you do?” I finally give in and ask. “You rent a date for the weekend?”
“It’s super easy,” Janine assures me. “Remember Rebecca Howell?”
The rest of us groan in unison. Everybody knows Rebecca Howell. We went to school with her. Her parents are probably the wealthiest from our class. She knew it and she flaunted it. She was a bitch and a half, and none of us liked her. I’m not quite sure that anyone likes her in general.
“Yeah, yeah, never mind that, though,” Janine cuts us off. “When we were at theHome for the Holidaysevent in December, at the country club, she brought a date.”
“He was hot, too,” Emma comments.
I try to remember what she’s talking about. We are always attending one event or another at the country club. In fact, our lives revolve around charity dinners and donating our time to certain organizations. It’s a full-time job.
That reminds me that I’ve never had a job in my life. It hasn’t been on purpose. After I finished college three years ago, I wanted to take a break for a year, to find myself. About a year and a half into it, I met Chase. Then, I was busy with him. We always did something fun. That left no room for work.
“Rebecca paid for him,” Janine continues talking.
My mouth drops at the revelation. “What do you mean shepaidfor him?”
“She signed up for this date for a holiday deal. It’s free to sign up,” Janine explains. “I guess it’s full of hot guys on there. They are also looking for a date. But this guy, I’m not sure how he passed the background check, he was a hustler.”
“Oh my god,” Adeline busts out laughing. “Like a gigolo.”
Emma looks surprised. “A what?”
“A male hooker,” Adeline says in between fits of laughter. “I can’t wait to tell my sister about this. Rebecca is always such a bitch to her.”
“Ladies,” I try to bring our lounging by the pool to order. “I am not going to pay for a man to be my date to Adeline’s wedding. I can’t even process this.”
“But how perfect would that be?” the bride in question leans over to say. “Bringing a hot date would be the ultimate revenge,” she explains. “And you don’t have time to meet and form a connection with a new person. Boyorgirl,” she makes sure to add.
“Rebecca paid because she wanted him to attend multiple events with her. He was on the app just to hook up with a rich woman,” Janine explains. “But someone reported him. He’s gone. And I was assured they now vet everyone properly.”
I stare at her in awe. “You reported him?”
She shrugs. “I heard them talking. Later on, she made comments about my friends. I got mad.”
A buzzing noise stops me from continuing my line of questioning about Rebecca Howell’s Christmas date.
“What is that?” I look around, trying to locate what’s causing it.
“Oh, that’s my phone,” Adeline chirps with joy. “Derek is texting me.”
