The Billionare

10

I glanced between Brett and Dominick, not believing my f*****g ears. “Hold up. I got my d**k sucked a few times today, and suddenly, you’re marrying me off and visualizing my white picket fence?” I shook my head. “I don’t know what the f**k has gotten into you two, but, Jesus, you’re laying it on thick.” I glared at Dominick. “Especially you, the guy who lived an identical life as mine.”

“But do I now?” Dominick asked. “I learned that lesson and almost pushed away the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

I emptied the scotch in my hand, my patience running out. “Are you done?”

He put his hand in the air. “I’m just saying, be open to possibilities. You shut them out before they even turn into chances. Whether it be with Jo or the next girl, I want you to stop and consider what could be.”

I set my glass down, wishing one of them had brought the bottle outside.

Am I considering anything they’re saying?

Fuck no.

This is a waste of a conversation.

“I’ve heard you. Now, I think it’s time for dinner,” I said.

I wished that dismissal caused the thoughts to leave as well.

But they were there, front and center.

I had almost a week left in Vegas. Jo did as well.

If these temptations continued …

No, I wasn’t putting my brain there.

“You seem to be forgetting all the hell you and Ford put me through when I kept rejecting the idea of dating Kendall,” Dominick said.

The start of his relationship had been a rocky ride. And Ford and I had been there for it all, holding his damn hand.

“I get it,” I told him. “But this is premature.”

“I thought that, too, at the beginning,” he admitted. “Except the second I laid eyes on my girl, deep down, I knew she was going to be mine. That feeling came over me, and I fought it for as long as I could, but I couldn’t get her out of my goddamn mind.”

Fuck me.

The only thing I wanted in this moment was to wrap my hands around her ass and haul her body up against mine, attacking her mouth with my f*****g tongue.

I pushed away from the balcony and said, “I’m leaving. It’s time to get drunk. Are you two coming?”

I didn’t wait for an answer. I continued inside, joining Max, Jack, and Ford.

But I could hear Brett and Dominick laughing behind me, followed by, “That motherfucker doesn’t even know what just hit him.”

Joanna

“S

hake it,” Monica sang as I ground my ass against hers, the music flowing through me.

Going to clubs and dancing was a big part of our nightlife in Miami, so it only made sense that we would do the same while we were in Vegas. The best thing about doing it here was that this city was full of strangers. The chances of us running into someone we knew was beyond slim. We could dance however we wanted, dress however we liked. We could just let loose and not care and let the music take over.

At least, that was what I thought.

Until I looked up from the speaker we were dancing on and saw Jenner and his crew in the VIP area.

Oh God.

I was positive he hadn’t seen me because none of the guys were looking in our direction.

I wasn’t surprised he was here. This was one of the most well-known clubs on the Strip. Whenever I read about celebrities visiting Vegas, it was always mentioned that they made a stop here. I was sure they were seated in the same section as Jenner—an area my girls and I couldn’t enter, as we didn’t have the right passes. We hadn’t tried to get those passes because we only came here to dance.

“Monica …” I tugged her arm, getting her attention. “Look.” I pointed toward Jenner and watched her face as I said, “That’s him.”

She glanced back at me, almost spilling her drink. “Like him, him?”

I nodded. “Yes, that’s Jenner.”

“Daaamn, girl.” Her eyes widened as she took him in. “He’s like a much sexier, younger version of Ben Affleck. The J.Lo version, not the Jennifer Garner version.”

“Right?” I hadn’t made the connection, but she was dead accurate. “Man, he’s delicious.”

“Are those his brothers on either side of him?” She was practically meowing. “If they are, you need to hook me up. Like, I can’t even …”

“Yep, that’s Ford and Dominick, although I’m honestly not sure which is which. The guys across from them are their friends.”

They were all certainly good-looking.

But they weren’t Jenner.

His face was so sharp, edges that made him so manly and sexy, his scruff such a natural addition that I couldn’t imagine him without it.

And then there was his body.

Sigh.

“I don’t know if it’s all the liquor we’ve downed tonight or what, but, holy hell, you look like you’re in heat, woman.”

I giggled as I faced her. “He’s irresistible. I seriously can’t help it.”

And he was dangerous, but I didn’t add that description.

I kept that one to myself.

She touched my face, like she was taking my temperature. “He’s that good, huh?”

“You have no idea.”

She lifted my cup, forcing me to take a sip. “Did he know we were going to be here?”

I swallowed before I responded, “I never said a word about where we were going for dinner or after.”

“Then, it’s fate, baby.”

“What’s fate?” Courtney said from behind us, wrapping her arms around both our shoulders, as Lex moved to my other side.

“Jenner’s here,” I told her.

“Whaaa?”

“I know,” I agreed. “But it’s not like it matters. We’re just having fun, and he’s here with his boys, probably looking to pick up another girl—”

“It matters,” Lex said, cutting me off. “And he’s not picking up anyone. There isn’t a single girl at their table.”

She had a point.

From what I could see, it was just the guys and several bottles of booze.

Still, whatever this was, it couldn’t extend beyond Vegas.

We were different ages, living in much different worlds, and there were a million other reasons why we wouldn’t work.

“So?” Monica said.

I turned toward her. “So, what?”

She pushed my butt. “So … go talk to him.”

“You’re nuts.”

“She’s right. You need to go talk to him right now,” Lex said.