The Billionaires Love Curves 2By: Cj Howard
Lacey sat at the table in the kitchen, sipping a strong cup of black coffee. She stared out of the window and watched fluffy white clouds go drifting by in bright blue sky.
“Penny for 'em.” Elaine walked in and reached for the coffee pot.
“I'm sorry,” Lacey said. “I think I finished the last of it. I'll start a fresh one.” She got up and took the pot from Elaine, there was just a tiny splash left in there.
“When did you get up?” Elaine asked, sitting down and tucking one leg under her. “I thought you'd be fast asleep after your big night out. Your dress was amazing, all those banging curves of yours, not to mention all that cleavage.” Elaine gestured towards Lacey's ample bust but noticed the distant look on her friend's face. “What's up, Lacey? Was it that bad?”
“It was a fantastic place. Despite everything, I was kinda having a good time.”
“And then someone turned up and I wasn't expecting that to happen. You don't even have to guess who it was.” Lacey's face told a story.
“Don't tell me – Nate put in an appearance?” Elaine raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, with a tall blond on his arm, who looked like a model.”
“Yes.” Lacey sat opposite Elaine. “And he acted like I was nothing. Just breezed right by me like these last few months didn't even happen. I hate him.”
“No you don't. That's the problem. You were crazy about him just five minutes ago. And that's why you're sitting here, looking like you got no sleep. You're wondering what went wrong between you.”
Lacey put her head down.
“Lacey,” Elaine said, frowning at her. “It was nothing you did. He's just a bastard, that's all. You did the right thing breaking it off. If he wasn't prepared to make your relationship public, then it couldn't have meant anything to him. And if he can show up at a party with some tramp so soon after a break up, when he must have known you'd be there, he's a worse bastard than most of the bastards I know.”
Lacey didn't answer. She left the kitchen, forgetting she was supposed to be making a fresh pot of coffee. She drifted back to her room, spending the rest of the weekend wishing that things could have been different, that she hadn't fallen for her billionaire boss, or that she'd realized Nate was just a selfish user before he had a chance to break her heart.
When Monday morning came, Lacey was back at the office, happy that her boss, Nate, still hadn’t returned to the office since their break up. She tried hard to stop herself from imagining where he could be and wondering if he was with the blond. Were they having breakfast together right now, the way she and Nate used to do?
By late morning, Lacey got a call from Cole. At first she wasn't sure about answering a phone call from the man who had been pursuing her while she was dating Nate. But then she remembered it was Cole who had come to her rescue when she was out on the balcony crying her heart out over Nate arriving with the blond.
She at least owed him a better apology than the tearful excuse for one she gave, when he arranged for her to go home in his chauffeur-driven car.
“I'm sorry to bother you at work, Lacey,” Cole said. “But I just wanted to be sure you were all right and this is the only number I have for you.” Cole sounded genuinely concerned.
“Well, I'm fine, I guess. I mean, I'll survive this.”
“Okay, then. I better let you go.”
“Cole, wait,” Lacey said. “Did I even thank you properly? I was in such a state, I wasn't sure I said it when you put me into the car. But, if I didn't, then thank you. Look, why don't I buy you lunch or a drink or something. I'm really grateful for what you did.”
“You don't have to do that. I was just helping out a friend.”
“But you went out of your way to warn me about Nate and I just got mad at you. That wasn't fair.”
“Well,” Cole said, “I did just become free for lunch today. A meeting got canceled, so perhaps...”
“Perfect,” Lacey said. “I'm not doing much here, I can't even think straight. Maybe we can meet at The Grantham at twelve thirty?”