My beautiful billionaire player

CHAPTER 7

I remove my hand from her body and look at her. "If you decide that you want to discuss it further, you can find me in the restaurant of the hotel tomorrow night at eight o'clock."

Mandy Eliot

I unlock the door and practically fall into the vacant apartment as I step inside. Sasha and Alan are on their very first postcoital date now, and they are out. Even though I have no idea where Mike is, I'm happy to be by myself right now. I do not wish to explain the circumstances of my return from a date with a man whose name escapes me.

Even though it is still early, there is nothing on television, so I get ready for bed by getting into my pajamas and going to bed. My mind is constantly going over what Mr. Nameless has requested that I do, and as a result, it is difficult for me to fall asleep and stay asleep.

It comes as a surprise. It's very strange. It's worth looking into.

It's an intriguing concept to think about. At least I have an idea of how everything will turn out. There is no possibility that your heart will be broken. He assured me that the next three months would be among the most enjoyable of my life. I would learn new things and have amazing experiences. He would fulfill all of my wildest dreams.

Why should you pick me?

I have known ever since I was a young child that there was something fundamentally flawed about me. I've never been able to have a healthy relationship with a man, whether it be romantic or Platonic in nature. I've tried countless times. Possibly the source of my problems is my father — or the absence of a father — or my mother's unrequited love for him. Neither one of these things has had a particularly positive impact on the way I feel about romantic relationships. Regardless of the reason, I'm a worthless piece of trash. Perhaps I ought to give this some thought. There is no reason to believe that I have a better offer waiting for you.

Because I can't stop thinking about the things Nameless said, falling asleep takes me several hours longer than it normally would. Sasha managed to get back into our bedroom while I was sleeping, which jolted me awake and brought me back to consciousness. Is she of the opinion that Mike is an i***t? It is imperative that he learn what it is that she is up to with Alan.

I take a glance at the clock; it is currently 6:27 in the morning. She was almost on time by the time the reasonable hour arrived.

The next thing I know, she's in bed with me. My response is always the same: "Tell me I'm not going to wake up to this for the next three months."

"I make no promises. Since I can see that you are present, I can assume that the person wearing the dashing suit was not a psychopath who committed serial murders. How did things turn out?"

She was completely off base with her assessment of the weirdo. To put it mildly, it was an odd experience to say the least.

"I'm learning that guys from Canada are different."

Although I can come up with a lot of words to describe Nameless, none of them do him justice. There is a need for a different word to describe what he is. "What this guy asked me to do was so incredibly unique that the word 'different' doesn't even begin to cover it."

Oh no, that does not sound appealing at all.

"When I first heard about it, my initial reaction was that it was ridiculous, but now I'm not so sure. Since I've had some time to reflect on it, I've come to the conclusion that it could be rather heated."

Sasha reclines perfectly upright in the bed. I currently have all of her attention. "What was it that he did? Ask you to lend a helping hand to him under the table while he's having dinner?"

I just can't bring myself to tell her the part where he wouldn't tell me his name or anything personal about his life. I also can't bring myself to tell her anything else about his life. "He asked me to date him for the next three months, after which he would walk away, and we would have no further contact."

She reclines in her position on the bed. "Oh, you mean to tell me that he's not into long-distance relationships? Given that you will be over nine thousand miles away, it seems like a reasonable proposition." No, it's not the same, but I can't tell her the rest of it. Alan and I have a similar arrangement, but it's not exactly the same. I guess. He assured me that he was wealthy and that the upcoming three months of my life would be the most enjoyable experiences I've ever had. He assured me that he would make all of my wildest dreams come true.

"Umm, the most amazing three months of your life, and all of your wildest dreams coming true? What is it that's stopping you?"

It just doesn't make any sense to date someone when I know that our time together will be over in three months. And then there's the whole problem of having s*x with someone who isn't the object of my romantic interest. It's possible, but I can't say for sure.

"Mandy, you're giving it way too much thought. The man is wealthy, and he guarantees that the next three months will be the most enjoyable of your life. It shouldn't even be a question."

I can't believe I'm even giving it some thought. "Do you think it's a good idea for me to do this?"

"Will you go back to your house, if you don't, and wonder what it is that you might have been missing out on?"

The response is very obvious. "Of course I would."

Someone is knocking on the door to our bedroom. "Come in," Sasha says. Mike opens it.

"Please wait, there's a delivery coming in."

The expression on Sasha's face brightens. "Which type of delivery do you prefer?"

"It consists of flowers and a breakfast that's been catered."

She yanks back the covers and exclaims, "That was awesome! See? I told you that I was familiar with the rules of the game." It would appear that Mike will learn about Alan much sooner than she had planned for him to do so.

When we walk into the kitchen, there is a basket of morning pastries sitting on the counter next to a flower arrangement. In one hand, Sasha is holding a bottle of champagne, and in the other, she has an orange juice bottle. "I'll have a mimosa with my breakfast. That blows your mind, doesn't it? And this is not an inexpensive bottle of champagne. It comes at a high cost." Extremely high in cost.

She removes the card from the blank envelope and reads it, which causes her smile to gradually fade away. “Oh. I am not interested in this."

I am overcome with a sense of optimism. Is it possible that all of this is for me? Where did he get his name, if he has none? "What exactly does it say on the card?"

It is held up by her. "You won't regret agreeing to this. It bears the inscription, 'from Stephan'."

I try to hide the pleasure that I'm feeling by smiling, but I end up biting my lip instead. His name is Stephan.

This confession came out of nowhere, and it's throwing me off. He previously stated that naming players wasn't a part of the game; therefore, what has changed? Perhaps he has come to the conclusion that he is more interested in a conventional relationship as opposed to the unusual one he proposed the previous evening.

I take the card out of Sasha's hand so that I can read it on my own because I'm curious about what it says. I make a rubbing motion with my thumb over the written words. The handwriting has a masculine appearance. I have no doubt that he signed his name to it personally.

Sasha pops the cork on the champagne, and I hear the sound. "Mandy, this guy is definitely competing for your attention, girl."

Mike has his arms crossed, and his face has an angry expression on it. "C'mon, now. You have just made his acquaintance. Is it just me, or does this seem like a bit too much?"

"It would make my day if a guy did this for me." Sasha adds a splash of orange juice to her champagne before drinking it. In my opinion, this is a surefire way to get someone's pants down.

“Sasha!”

Mike walks out of the kitchen in a rage and slams the door to his bedroom. You should have avoided making that comment in front of him, and we are both aware of the reason why.

Sasha reaches for a piece of baked goodies. "Oh, he'll get over it. So, what are you going to do?"

There is no harm in giving it a shot in any case. In the event that it does not sit well with me, I have the option to withdraw. “He requested that I see him tonight if I was interested in carrying on our conversation further. I'm not sure, but I think I might go."