Bet You're Mine: A Lesbian Billionaire Fake Girlfriend Romance(2)

I consider it. A month is a lot longer than I usually stay with a partner that’s true. “What do I get if I win?”

“My motorcycle,” Apollo says immediately, knowing how much I want that beautiful beast of a thing.

Daniella inspects her nails. “I’ll give you my nonna’s limoncello recipe.”

I squeal, that recipe is like gold. “Deal! And if I loose then I’ll apologize to Stefano and let him keep his stupid girlfriends in peace.”

“Agreed,” Apollo says and we shake on it.

Daniella gets up, leaving a huge tip for the waitress. “Okay then, let’s get moving. We need to find you a girl.”

We stalk out of the club and I send a wink and an apologetic wave after the waitress who looks a little bereft to see that I’m leaving. We walk down the busy city street for a while with Apollo and Daniella debating the various pros and cons of types of women for me.

I don’t bother getting involved. I’ve had just about every kind of woman that there is so I know that I can manage whatever they decide to throw at me.

Suddenly Daniella stops still and points. “Look. A late night bookshop.”

“That’s perfect,” Apollo says. He sounds so excited that I want to remind him that he regularly kills people and see if that will help bring things back into perspective.

Mob capos can sometimes be really dramatic. Apollo, Daniella and I grew up together. My father wanted to make sure that his family was as spread out a target as possible so Stefano and I really didn’t have much to do with each other until we were in our teens at least.

I feel a lot closer to these two idiots than I have ever felt with him. Maybe that’s part of the problem. We three have shed blood together and I know that I can trust them whereas the most I’ve seen of Stefano is him falling over sick at a Christmas party.

“Who less likely to keep up with our Rafaela than someone who spends their evenings in a bookshop,” Daniella says with a smirk and I roll my eyes at her.

“Bring it on.”

They do their little fist bump thing that they will not teach me and then we walk towards the bookshop together and towards my new romance.





Three





Heather





I’m thankful that my Dad could take Emma for me for the night because this way I can work this shift, as well as have a bit of fun. Oh, I’m not going to get involved with anything and I likely won’t even watch any of the demonstrations, but at least I can enjoy the eye candy and wonder wistfully what it would be like to be daring enough to go down there.

Working the BDSM evenings here at the Cozy Nook are always fascinating, but also very frustrating for me. You see I’d love to be one of those beautiful, confident women who stride on in there to watch and maybe even get involved, but I just can’t. I’m too shy and I can’t seem to bring myself to even walk down there, let alone stay to watch anything.

Oh well, at least I can use this time to enjoy the view of the people coming and going, as well as go over my bills and try to figure out some way to make things work. I’ll probably spend some of the time day-dreaming about waltzing in there and meeting the love of my life too, but that’s about as far as I’ll get, I figure.

I can’t help but feel a bit lonely these days, especially as I see couples coming and going and looking so happy to do so. Not to mention the fact that Lucille and Sara finally got together a few months back, and while I’m really happy for them, it’s only amplified my feelings of wanting to be with someone of my own. I see them so happy with each other and I can’t help but wonder if I’ll ever find that for myself.

It seems like more and more, people are pairing off with one another and I’m just stuck here, all by myself and too scared to even take the chance to change my situation. There are so many beautiful and gorgeous people that I see on a daily basis, every one a reminder of how much I long for companionship.

Speaking of beautiful people…

I perk up and stand up straight with a smile as a few people walk through the door, an absolutely stunningly gorgeous woman leading them. She’s tall and lean just a single glance from her makes me feel weak in the knees. She’s got dark hair cascading down her shoulders and a set of dark brown eyes that make me feel like I could get lost in them, and a smile that could melt hearts. I can already feel my cheeks blushing and I take a breath in an attempt to steady myself.

How pathetic is this; a beautiful woman walks in and I turn to a pile of mush before she even talks to me.

She’s got a gorgeous guy with her and another woman who looks like she belongs on the cover of Vogue, though none of them look delicate; I’m not sure what it is, but they give off a ‘don’t fuck with me’ kind of vibe that is both alluring and terrifying.

They approach the desk and I give them my best smile, nodding when they ask me if the demonstration is open to all.

“It is, and, ah,” I stammer a bit, cheeks blushing furiously as I try to focus on something other than the gorgeous woman looking at me, “Yes it’s open to everyone. It’s just downstairs there.”

“Excellent, and do we need to sign in or anything, or can we just go right in?”

The tall woman I noticed earlier locks eyes with me and she smirks, and I suddenly feel a lump in my throat and everything feels warmer. I can’t seem to focus on anything else other than the fact that this woman is probably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen I my entire life. She’s literally every fantasy I’ve ever had rolled into one single person, and the thought of holding her attention has taken over all other reasonable thought.

All of a sudden the guy is clearing his throat again with a chuckle and I realize that not only have I been ignoring his question but I’ve been staring at this mystery woman, who’s been giving me eyes and smirking the entire time. I’ve got a spiel that I always give that never fails me, but no matter how many times I try to open my mouth to say something, nothing comes out but a dreamy sigh as I gaze at this woman.

Fuck, I’m an idiot.

Rachel notices me floundering and she quickly comes over and gives the three of them the information that they need to go in, and I can’t help but blush and feel a deep-seated embarrassment when they all chuckle and glance at me. Well, the stunning woman isn’t laughing at me, she’s just smirking, but her little entourage is, and I hate it. Why did that beautiful woman turn me into such a blubbering idiot? All she did was look at me and it was like my entire world came careening towards me in a lust fueled haze. Pathetic.

Rachel directs them downstairs and when they leave I groan, my hand dragging down over my face as I bury nit against the counter and wish that I wasn’t such an awkward idiot.

Rachel looks at me then, brows raised as she gently places her hand on my shoulder.

“Hey, maybe you need a break?”

I nod with a sigh and stand up, giving her an apologetic smile before I leave the front area, desperately searching for Abbie so that I can vent. I don’t think I’ve ever been so humiliated in my life, and it was the final straw for today. It’s been one thing after another, and I just can’t seem to catch a break. Abbie will know what to do though, she always does, and at the very least she’ll let me vent a bit and cheer me up.

At least until I embarrass myself in front of a pretty lady again.



Chapter # 4





Four





Rafaela





This club is definitely my scene and the more we walk through and scope the place out, the more I’m looking forward to spending some more time here. Not only is the location itself nice, but the people here are great; beautiful, hilarious, and a variety of types to peruse and converse with. I can definitely see myself coming back here not only for the people, but for the demonstrations.

The presentation is well done and tasteful, and sometimes it’s hard to achieve both depending on the club’s demographic. Having been to my fair share of clubs I’ve seen everything from places that seem like swanky resorts to dives that make your skin crawl just walking in. This place is a happy medium and my cousins and I are having a great time getting to know the crowd and exploring all of the things it has to offer.

My cousins are of course combing the crowd to try and find a girl that they think will be impossible to impress, but personally I’m more focused on the demonstrations that are being offered. It’s tasteful and well done, and the woman doing the demonstrations is very professional and knowledgeable.

Having said that; as wonderful as the demonstrations are I can’t help but keep thinking about that cutie back at the front desk. Not only was she absolutely fucking beautiful, but she was adorable and sweet, which is a hard combination to be able to pull off. That, and the fact that she stumbled over her words and blushed furiously when I simply looked at her was enough to pique my interest. It’s always nice to be able to reduce a girl to a stuttering, blabbering mess with just a glance, and it never fails to catch my eye.

The girl at the desk was particularly sweet too, and I can’t help but wonder what she’d look like with her cheeks flushed for an entirely different reason.

I can’t seem to get her off of my mind so I manage to slip away from my cousins and I head back upstairs to the main area with the bookstore, smiling when I see that beautiful face standing behind the counter. My smile falters a bit however when I hear the girl talking to someone about all of her money troubles she’s apparently having. The poor girl is living paycheck to paycheck and not even making it; from what I can hear it seems like she doesn’t really know what she’s going to do.