Billionaire Playboy

6

"Okay, he must have been great for you to be upset like this." I look at her, confused. "I don't know what you mean. It was only us sleeping together." It was exactly that, but he was amazing and not just the s*x. 

It's been a week of her constantly bugging me about that night. She is bothered that I won't have a girl talk with her and tell her what happened. I am trying to forget it. A honk of a taxi makes me jump from my thoughts. "Good lord Abby, calm down." 

I am starving, and the welcoming smell of street tacos invade my nose. "I need a taco." She laughs and wraps her arm in mine. "This is why you are my best friend." Standing in line, I notice a magazine stand just next to the small street food set up. Maybe I should get a cosmo or something. "Hello, earth to Abby. Tell the gentleman what you want." She snaps her fingers in my face. "I'll just take two beef tacos and a Pepsi." 

After we grab our food, I usher Kat to the magazine stand. Ugh, so many fun things to read. Then a black magazine with the face of a man I know comes into frame. A pang of jealousy hits me. He's on the cover with another girl, and the title says 'Novak Playboy takes another heart.' Now I realize why the waiter looked at me like I was crazy for not knowing him. I take it along with another girly magazine and pay for them. 

When we get back to our apartment, I quickly go to my room and decompress. Walking all day has really worn me out. I pull out the magazine with Maxwell on the cover and analyze it. Why did he have to be so great that night? It wasn't even just that night; he spent the morning with me too. I wish we'd never talked or bonded, and after we f****d, just gone home. 

The next morning Kat and I decided to go shopping for professional-looking clothes. I have to dress more formally at my job, and I am trying not to repeat the same clothes every week. Crazy lady wants to go to Nordstrom to window shop, and I wanted to pass out as soon as I saw the prices. I high tailed it out of there and decided to wait for Kat outside. 

I almost made it out of the door when I bumped into a large man. I could recognize the smell of his cologne, but I couldn't put a finger to where I've smelt it before. I decided to look up as I apologized. Maxwell. I stood still like a frozen popsicle. "Abby?" He remembers me? That's not what I was expecting. "I'm so sorry." I look away. After seeing him in the tabloid, I don't know what to think of him. "I've meant to call you actually, you see-" I cut him off. "Look, I understand what happened was just that. You really don't have to worry about it. I get it." He looks down at me with a sad expression, almost like shame. "No, Abby, really-" I cut him off with a sigh. "You don't have to explain it. I am fine." I said with a stern tone. I don't want him to know that I've thought about him. 

"Come to lunch with me; there is a little cafe on the corner. It's a serious reason." I started to panic. His saying that was the equivalent of 'we have to talk.' "Fine, I'll go." Kat walks up to us with a grin on her face. "Well, look who it is." I roll my eyes at her and give her a look that says back off. "Kat, I am going to lunch at the cafe over there. Can I meet you home?" Shrugging her shoulders, she looked concerned. "Uhm, okay."

We sat down at a table, and I felt my stomach flop. I honestly don't know how to handle the anxiety I have. Maybe he has a disease or something. I saw the tabloid, and honestly, it's obvious he's in them a lot. If he gave me a f*****g STD, I would sue his ass. "So, I kinda don't know how to say this." I looked up at him, and worry was all over my face. I felt like I was going to cry, throw up, and die. "I first wanted to say I'm sorry for not contacting you after that night." Pah, does he think I'm some stupid girl who sat by the phone waiting. "I knew it was just a one night stand." I shook my head. "I'm sorry." He looked at me with kind eyes. 

"Please tell me what is important. You didn't give me an STD or something, did you?" Shock exploded on his face. "No, I'm a spotless person." I let out almost a laugh. "I saw your tabloid yesterday." He sighed. "Well, that's one reason I have to talk to you. I have a habit of my personal life being put in them. My mother told me that to clean my life up; she'll be arranging a marriage for me. I freaked out and blurted out that I have someone I am with." He took a deep breath, and he looked to have panic in his eyes. "When she had asked me who-" 

"You told her it was me." I cut him off. He looked at me and nodded. I don't even know how to take this, honestly. I don't even know why he is telling me. "Why do you have to tell me this?" He looked down. "She wants to meet the girl. She wants me to prove it's real." What the f**k. "So you want me to play this part of being your girlfriend?" He nodded at me, and I started to get pissed. He has a one-night stand with me, and now I have to be his fake girlfriend; who does he think he is? I cleared my throat and stared him down. "You didn't even care to call me. I mean, I knew why, but still, I can see you are just the f**k and drop guy. What if I get feelings for you?"