How I Tamed The Billionaire Playboy

Chapter 2

/Eric/

Suddenly, Robin let forth a hearty laugh. I made my pupils appear smaller.

"f**k you," I said. "We'll meet up at Paddy's in twenty minutes," the speaker said.

"Whoa, whoa," exclaimed Robin in shock. "Whoa." "Just chill out, will ya? Why the hell would you assume that I don't already have plans?

My eyes rolled in my head. I eventually snapped, "Because you're the same as me!" in exasperation. "And we never have plans before dusk."

The loud laughing of Robin was the very last sound I heard before hanging up the phone.

For many years, Paddy's had been our go-to destination in New York City because it was our favorite bar there. We never went there with female friends because it was against the rules. Only in the middle of the day did we ever get together. I'd never been there after dark. I was curious as to whether or not it had morphed into a different kind of location. Paddy's seemed like a very seedy joint when the sun was out. It was your usual "pub" that was decorated to look like Ireland, but the whiskey flowed like water, and the bartenders were all cute and had the gift of knowing precisely when to talk and flirt with us and when to leave us alone. The atmosphere was perfect.

I had a sneaking suspicion that today was one of the final days before it ended. I took the elevator to the first floor of my building, and the entire time, I couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible was going to happen. I, too, was uncertain as to whether or not it was due to the blonde. Without a doubt, she has seriously ruffled my feathers. But I couldn't even recall what happened the night before - how could I be sure that I hadn't done anything stupid, like inviting her up?

Jesus, Eric, I was thinking this when I climbed into the backseat of a cab that was waiting for me. You have a lot of things wrong with you. What the heck is the problem with you? Even though I hated having a hangover, they didn't usually make me this irritable most of the time. It was as though I had gotten out of bed on the wrong side of the bed. There was a significant issue, and if I did not figure out what it was as quickly as possible, I was going to be in a world of hurt.

The relief that came upon entering Paddy's dank and filthy establishment was palpable. Because the bar was a dive, I knew that no woman whom I had offended would try to look for me there. This was one of the reasons why I like going there so much. In addition to this, it was visited by many businesspeople, namely wealthy men dressed in suits who had arrogant smiles and drank pints of ale. Both Robin and I feel like we belong here.

Robin was sitting at the bar all by himself with his fingers curled around a glass of beer that was sweating. When I saw him, I couldn't help but smile, and then I loped over to the bar and sat down on a stool that was adjacent to it.

"Hey, man," Robin remarked. It was obvious that he had a hangover because he had dark circles under his swollen eyes. His hangover was almost as severe as mine.

"Nothin' doing," I said. I got the bartender's attention and placed an order for a beer. I yelled out, "What a f*****g morning!" as an exclamation. "Getting into an argument with that spoiled brat really drained me," she said.

Robin nodded. He grumbled something about women under his breath.

The bartender still hadn't spotted me. I let out an annoyed whistle and slammed my hand on the surface of the bar.

I yelled, "Hey, girlie," at you. "I'm here, and I could use a drink," she said.

She did a complete about-face and gazed. It wasn't any of the regular girls, so we can only assume that she was recently hired. And she was as hot as a chimney.

She walked over to me and stated, "I don't like being talked to in that tone," while rolling her eyes. She had auburn hair, eyes that were a deep blue, and a slim little form that I would have loved to have gotten into my bed.

A smug grin spread across my face as I addressed her, "Well, tough stuff, princess." "I want a beer. Now.”

The young lady rolled both of her eyes. She responded by saying, "Yeah, I heard you the first time." "I'm right in the thick of things right now. Give me a minute."

Suddenly, Robin let forth a hearty laugh. He said to her in a threatening tone, "You don't talk to my buddy like that," and his voice was low and scary. "This is a common hangout for us. Paddy's probably wouldn't want to lose us as customers if they could help it. Believe in me, sweetheart.

The young lady was staring. You truly think you have the power to scare me, do you?

After leaning over the bar, Robin proceeded to slap her behind before I had the chance to stop him. The young lady let out a piercing scream and leaped into the air, her normally ruddy cheeks turning a crimson hue.

"Yeah," Robin responded with a smug grin on his face. "You do as you're told. Now, hurry up and bring my friend a beer before he passes out from thirst.

The bartender sent him a cold look before directing her animosity toward me. She added while jabbing her finger on my chest and pointing her index finger into the air, "You'll be sorry."

It made me chuckle. "I bet," I said. "And try to keep things light, all right? The events of last night are already making me feel fat.

The young woman's fury was barely visible on her face. She made her way across the room before reaching for the phone. I let out a scream as soon as I understood what she was going to do next.

“No!”

The girl stared at the boy. She put the phone up to her ear while she spoke. "Hello, nine-one-one? At my place of employment, I am being verbally and physically harassed by a couple of men. Kindly send assistance in the form of a police car and an ambulance."

The expression of surprise on Robin's face was priceless. He mumbled something under his breath that sounded like, "She can't do that." "What the heck is wrong with this tiny b*tch?"

Before I could give a response, the area was filled with piercing sirens. I lowered myself on the ground, pulled my eyes shut, and leaned forward so that my arms could support my head.

I thought to myself, f**k. The screeching sound of the sirens was excruciating. I'm going to have to go all in now.

/Jane/

"You're both smart and good, and what about you?

"I've got this," I asserted with self-assurance while gazing at my own reflection in the mirror. The young woman who was looking back at me appeared uncertain. Her wavy, golden hair had been wrangled into a chic chignon, but there were a few stray strands sticking out from behind her ears and on her forehead. Her emerald eyes darted nervously around the room, and her voluptuous form appeared to tremble in the brand new black suit she was wearing.

I heaved a sigh. As I glared at myself in the mirror, the thought that went through my head was, "I despise my reflection." If only my appearance reflected how I really felt!

When I looked at the time on my phone, I realized that it was getting close to being time for me to depart. Creovation, Inc., which is one of the most successful consulting companies in New York City, invited me in for a job interview. After sending in my résumé, I couldn't believe it when I got a call saying that I had been selected for an interview. It was unbelievable, particularly for a young lady who had only recently graduated from college not even two months before.

To tell you the truth, the last two months had been a complete whirlwind. After I received my diploma, my mother assisted me in relocating to a teeny-tiny walk-up apartment in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, which was located all the way in the other borough of Brooklyn. Even if I didn't reside in the best or most popular neighborhood, I could still say that I lived in New York City. In addition, I had put money aside throughout my whole time at college in order to see me through the first few months of being unemployed.

Even though I had sent out more than fifty applications, I hadn't received very many call-backs from potential employers. It was disheartening, but my mother assured me that it was rather typical in situations like that. Nevertheless, it caused me to feel so aggravated. I was also aware that it would be impossible for me to acquire work experience if I did not first obtain employment! It was an annoying catch-22 situation, but I understood that in order to be successful, I had to work hard and persevere through the challenges.

That sort of inspiration has always been ingrained in me. My mother did her best to raise me after the death of my father when I was a little child. Due to the fact that we did not always have money, I was aware that there were occasions on which she went to bed hungry. However, mom made it her mission to ensure that I was successful and that I was accepted into a reputable educational institution. Despite the fact that it was a dull major, I chose to major in business and accounting because I wanted to ensure that I had the best possible opportunity of landing my desired career as soon as it was possible.