Loving A Vampire Billionaire

Chapter 15

Variety and Shasha sat by the window of Boo's Coffee, their conversation flowing as smoothly as the cappuccinos they sipped. The air inside the cozy café was filled with the comforting aroma of brewed beans, mixing with the soft hum of casual conversations. Variety, her fingers tracing the rim of her cup, leaned back in her chair.

"I have some things I need to take care of," she said suddenly, her voice thoughtful, almost as if she were talking more to herself than to Shasha.

Shasha, sitting across from her, raised an eyebrow. "Things, huh? What kind of things are you talking about?"

Variety gave a small, almost secretive smile, but didn’t elaborate. "You'll see."

Curiosity sparked in Shasha's eyes, but she decided not to press her friend. Instead, they both stood up, gathering their belongings and heading out the door. The afternoon sun greeted them as they stepped outside, casting long shadows on the pavement.

Just as they were about to walk further down the street, something caught Variety’s eye. Her steps faltered, and she stopped in her tracks. Across the road, parked with an air of confidence, was a sleek black sports car. The glossy surface gleamed under the sunlight, its presence impossible to ignore. It was unmistakable.

“Shasha,” Variety said softly, her eyes never leaving the car. “Look.”

Shasha turned her head and followed Variety's gaze. It took her only a second to recognize the car. A smirk slowly curved her lips.

"Isn’t that Knight’s car?" Shasha asked, although the answer was obvious. She crossed her arms, her smirk growing wider as she glanced back at her friend. "Seems like someone’s here to make an impression."

Variety remained quiet, her gaze fixed on the car. There was something about seeing it that stirred something inside her—a feeling she couldn’t quite place. She wasn’t surprised to see Knight around, but the timing of his appearance seemed a little too perfect, too calculated.

Shasha nudged her playfully. "So, what are you going to do? If you’re looking for a hot night with Knight, I’d say go for it.”

Variety’s lips twitched into a faint smile at Shasha’s teasing, but her eyes stayed serious. She shook her head slightly. “It’s not like that,” she said. "I know where he's going."

Shasha raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And where’s that?”

Variety didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she turned her gaze away from the car, her mind already piecing together the direction Knight was heading, as if she could sense his plans unfolding. It wasn’t about the thrill of the chase or a romantic encounter—it was something else, something deeper.

“I need to follow him,” Variety finally said, her voice steady, filled with quiet determination. "There’s something I need to figure out."

Shasha studied her friend for a moment before sighing. “You always have something up your sleeve, don’t you?”

Variety gave her a sidelong glance, her smile returning, albeit softer this time. "You’ll understand soon enough."

Without waiting for Shasha’s response, Variety took a step forward, her eyes now fixed ahead, focused. The black sports car remained across the street, like a shadow waiting to pull her into the night, but she wasn’t nervous. There was something she needed to finish, and she was ready to see it through, no matter where the path might lead her next.

She closed her eyes for a moment, the faint breeze tousling her dark hair. Her mind wandered to Knight, to his habits, the way he withdrew when things got hard. He’d always had a place he’d retreat to when the weight of the world grew too heavy on his shoulders. Bonnie’s Beach.

It was one of the few things Knight had shared with her in a moment of rare vulnerability. Bonnie, a close friend of his—a man with a quiet demeanor but a certain magnetism—owned a private stretch of beach not too far from the city. It was where Knight went when things were too much, when he needed an escape. And more often than not, Bonnie would be there with champagne, offering silent companionship that never demanded answers.

Variety had been to Bonnie’s Beach once before, though not with Knight. It had been during a brief period when she and Bonnie had crossed paths, and though they’d spoken little, she’d felt a sense of serenity there that was hard to describe. It was as if the world melted away at the edges, leaving just the sound of the waves and the endless stretch of sand.

Her eyes opened, sharp and focused now. Maybe Knight’s there. Maybe he’s having one of his hard days.

Without another thought, Variety turned toward the parking lot where her car—a sleek black sedan—was parked. It wasn’t too late in the day, the sun hanging lazily in the sky, casting long shadows across the pavement. She moved quickly, her heels clicking against the concrete, and within moments, she was sliding into the driver’s seat.

The engine purred to life as she gripped the wheel, her mind already racing toward Bonnie’s Beach. She didn’t know what she expected to find there, or if Knight would even be there at all. But it was the only lead she had. And if she didn’t follow it, she knew the questions in her mind would spiral into an abyss of doubt and regret.

She drove through the city streets, her thoughts swirling like the clouds overhead. Her mind drifted to Knight again, to the way he had always seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was strong, stoic even, but there were moments when she caught glimpses of the cracks in his armor. Moments when the hard lines of his face softened, and his eyes—those deep, intense eyes—betrayed the weariness beneath.

And yet, despite those moments, Knight had always kept her at a distance. Close enough to feel his presence, but far enough that she could never truly touch the core of him. Maybe that was why she never pressed him, never demanded more than he was willing to give. She had always been afraid of pushing too hard, of shattering the fragile connection they had.

The drive to Bonnie’s Beach wasn’t long, but it felt like an eternity as the questions gnawed at her. Why had Knight withdrawn this time? What was weighing on him now? And why, despite everything, did she still care so much?

As she neared the coast, the city gave way to open stretches of road flanked by sand dunes and sparse vegetation. The ocean became visible in the distance, a shimmering expanse of blue-green that stretched out to the horizon. The sight of it brought a strange sense of calm to her racing thoughts.

She parked her sedan near a small coffee shop that sat a few blocks away from the beach. It was a quiet spot, far removed from the hustle of the city, the kind of place where people came to get lost for a while. The shop itself was quaint, with faded wooden signs and the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air.

Variety didn’t linger long, though. She had one destination in mind, and the pull of it was stronger than any distraction. She stepped out of the car, her black boots sinking slightly into the sand as she made her way toward the beach.

Bonnie’s place wasn’t marked by any grand signs or obvious landmarks. It was private, tucked away behind a small gate that led to a winding path through the dunes. As she approached, she could hear the faint sound of the waves crashing against the shore, rhythmic and soothing.

The gate was slightly ajar when she reached it, and a strange mix of relief and apprehension washed over her. Was Knight already here?

She pushed the gate open, the hinges creaking softly, and followed the path toward the beach. It wasn’t long before she spotted a small beach house nestled between the dunes, its windows facing the ocean. The door was closed, but there was a faint light glowing inside.

Her heart raced as she stepped closer, her eyes scanning the area for any sign of Knight. For a moment, she considered knocking, but something held her back. Instead, she walked around the side of the house, her footsteps careful, her gaze focused on the shoreline ahead.

And then she saw him, unable to manage himself. Together with his friend, Bonnie, they become a total mess as they were drunk.