That Billionaire is Mine

THREE—THE BILLIONAIRE HEIRS

RUBY

Several things happen at once. I am observing the dolled-up commoners from the other dorms, sizing up my competition when the elite females arrive in style. As they strut into the ball room, I momentarily forgot my own name. These girls look nothing like the seventeen-year-olds they are supposed to be. They look like vixens—on a mission. How am I supposed to compete with that?

Just then, a door behind me bangs open.

I feel them before I see them, as the atmosphere in the ballroom instantly shifts. I am momentarily blinded by the amount of camera flashes that go off at once. The paparazzis are relentless, capturing every moment. Amid the chaos, I hear one name constantly repeated: “Severus”.

I turn around to watch and I instantly know which one of them is him, though I’ve never seen him before.

Walking gracefully in a fitted navy blue two-piece, is a dangerously handsome boy of about 6’2”. His face screams perfection with chiseled jaws and a prominent nose. His eyes are beautiful, sea green that seem to glitter under the scattered rays of lights in the ballroom. His slicked back hair, makes him look older than he is. And his body? Gracious Lord! Hard muscles bulge against his shirt. It seems he dumped his jacket somewhere. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up and his veins are visible, even from where I stand. He leads a pack of equally breathtaking youngsters, all dazzling in their formal wear. The billionaire heirs. THE ACTUAL FREAKING HEIRS! My heart races and my brain struggles to meet up with what I am seeing. What was I thinking when I decided to come here? That I could win the heart of one of these young men and become his fiancée?

I snort silently at my own foolishness. Coming here has shown me just how wide the gap is between our worlds. If this was staged to teach the lower class a Iesson, I’ve definitely leaned mine—the hard way.

Just as I start to turn away, a hand taps my shoulder. I turn to see a blue-eyed heir grinning broadly.

“Hey” he says softly.

“Hey” I mutter back, my voice croaky. I clear my throat, flushing in embarrassment. He chuckles good naturedly “I didn’t take you for the shy type.

The look on your face when I spotted you was frightening—I was intrigued.”

“I looked frightening?” I ask in disbelief gaining back some confidence.

“Oh no...not really” he laughs again in a rich baritone. “I thought u looked pretty in this dress and wanted to tell you before anyone else did.”

“Oh, I, er...um...thank you” I look away, blushing hard. What the hell is wrong with me? Why can’t I hold a simple conversation with a guy without turning red like a ripe tomato?

Chiding myself, I turn back to my companion,but one of the vixens beats me to it. “Eli” she calls, breathless as she crushes him in a hug, her boobs nearly spilling out of her tiny dress.

“Druse” he calls back with genuine warmth in his voice.

I instantly feel like an intruder. It hadn’t occurred to me that many elite females would be acquainted with the billionaire heirs. Of course they’ll know each other; they’re all from wealthy families. How clueless could I be?

I back away quietly, swiping a clear glass of juice from a passing server’s tray. I make my way toward the less crowded part of the ballroom so I can observe the interactions around me.

Surprisingly, many commoners are conversing with the billionaire heirs. It seems some of the boys are tired of familiar faces and are trying something new. What a twist! I grin savagely when I notice that most of those alone are elite females.

As I sip my juice contentedly, my eyes search the room until they land on the dangerously handsome heir from earlier. Severus! I take time to drink in his features as he’s surrounded by pretty elite females.

I sigh, content to just watch him. He definitely knows how good looking he is.

Suddenly, he makes eye contact with me and I see him muttering to the girls around him. Their faces fall in disappointment. Uh-oh!

My stomach twists as he begins to approach me, and I know I’d faint if he talks to me—If I that young man speaks to me, my brain would scramble.

This, I won’t allow.

Trying to still my racing heart, I desperately search for an escape route as the hottest billionaire heir in the United Kingdom draws closer.