Fake Billionaire Friends

Chapter 14

Jake P.O.V.

I sat down again. I was upset by the conversation. When someone accuses you of being a r****t, you're angry. I had every right to be. All through fourth and fifth year of college, I heard murmurs in the hallways about it. Just because we were acquitted for some people didn't mean we were innocent. Rather, we were rich enough to get away with it. The truth was that my friends would have gotten off scot-free, but not me. I had no allowance, and if something like that had happened their fathers would have blamed it all on me.

The girl who accused us at that time I associated with from the university, but I had no closer contact with NIA. The investigation as well as the whole trial lasted only 3 months. During the trial it was found out that the girl's family business went bankrupt and she might not have had enough money for the tuition fees, hence the attempt to extort money. After the trial she disappeared from the university so I didn't know what happened to her. I didn't really care. She got me in trouble, just like now.

Ava sat embarrassed and clearly confused not knowing if she could trust me. Even though the accusations annoyed me I could understand her anxiety. I don't think any normal girl would want to date a r****t. I watched her chewing on her straw while drinking her beer and glancing at me nervously every now and then. Despite the anger I felt I didn't want to leave. I liked her too much.

- Was it hard to be friends with rich people at the university? - she asked trying to change the subject. I shrugged my shoulders and took a sip of beer.

- It wasn't. I quickly found my way into their pack, I don't know why. We would party together, and since they were very rich they would pay for me without blinking an eye, because money was no problem for them. It was convenient for me. Besides, you're friends with a guy who has a trust fund in the millions of dollars. Was it easy to be friends with him?

- Actually, we were friends for a short time in college. As you know, Ralph is only a year younger than you. When I went out with him, he actually paid for me. Taxis, drinks, movie tickets, coffee. It was all free when we were going out. He also paid for the center during my nervous breakdown, which helped me a lot. We hadn't known each other long enough and yet he offered real help. Thanks to him I got back on my feet - she looked thoughtfully at her almost drunk glass - You know, I had no money so I gladly used it, hoping that one day I would pay him back. Now I don't know if it was a good idea.

- Why? People like that have money in the dirt. They don't care.

- I thought so, but I guess Ralph expected me to be his girlfriend in the end.

- What the f**k?

- Apparently he's in love with me," she said, blushing.

- What about you?

- I feel nothing for him except gratitude and friendship. I don't see him as a potential partner at all.

- Uffff... that means you have good taste - I winked at her and bared my teeth in a wide smile.

- I don't know. Maybe I should give him a chance. I really owe him a lot.

- That is not a reason to be tied to him for life.

- We're friends, I trust him, I respect him, I like spending time with him. Additionally he is handsome, fabulously rich, supports me and supposedly loves me. What else could you want from a man?

I leaned over the table so that our lips were millimeters apart and whispered:

- Chemistry -  and I kissed her passionately, gently pushing my tongue into her mouth. We kissed for a while and when we finally pulled away from each other she had sexy flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips - You prefer me. Don't date him, date me.

We talked for a couple more hours and then I walked her to her apartment. We were slightly drunk. We walked holding hands and laughing like teenage lovers. I felt free and young. At her door I leaned her against the wall and kissed and kissed and kissed until finally someone coming out of the cage interrupted us. I looked into her sparkling green eyes and had a great desire to enter her apartment under any pretext and do with her everything I had been thinking about for the last three months as she paraded around the office in her tight outfit. But I couldn't do that. She needed to think calmly about what I had told her. If I came upstairs now she would take me for an asshole, which I was by the way, but not for her.

I pulled away from her, kissing her innocently on the cheek.

- Good night. Sleep well. Tomorrow at 8.

- Maybe 10, huh? I've had a rough night Boss - she said coquettishly stroking my shirt.

- At 8.

- 9?

- 8 a.m. I don't tolerate lateness - I kissed her quickly on the lips and ran down the stairs so as not to change my mind about breaking into her apartment.

- Asshole - she yelled after me and disappeared into the front door.

I laughed under my breath and was about to call a cab when I heard clapping. I turned towards the sound. Ralph was standing in the shadows leaning against the façade of the building. When I looked at him he straightened up and started walking towards me still clapping.

- Bravo. You had her pretty well fooled if she believed you didn't r**e that girl.

- We didn't r**e her and you know it. But if you think otherwise and continue to talk this nonsense, let our lawyers explain it.

- Haahhahah.. Sure - he stood in front of me measuring me with his eyes - Stay away from her.

- Or what? - I said taking a step towards him.

- Or I' ll destroy you.

- Go ahead and try - I laughed and walked away, catching a cab.