Billionaire Flawed 1(365)

“I own Meet a Lover dot com, and this swindler is trying to get me to part with it.”

Viola smiled and nodded. Rich people always loved talking about their business; it was as if they needed everyone to know exactly how and why they were rich. Still, they tipped her well, so she feigned interest.

The night wore on, and the restaurant continued to seat as many people as they could. James and Frank stayed for a long while, having a few drinks before they ordered food, and then taking their time and discussing business over steaming cups of coffee after they had eaten.

Near ten, they rose to leave, and Viola went to the table to get the check. James reached out as she did, and he took her hand in his.

“You alright tonight?” he asked her, looking into her eyes.

Viola nodded softly. She was looking at the man, really looking at him, and she realized just how handsome he was. She had never been with a white man before, but she certainly wouldn’t mind if he were her first. If he had any slight blemish on his looks, it was the fact that his nose looked just a bit crooked, but it actually suited him somewhat.

“My boyfriend broke up with me tonight,” Viola blurted out before she could stop herself.

“Well, I don’t know the guy, but I’m going to guess that he’s an idiot,” James said with an easy grin.

“He is,” Viola agreed, and she laughed, but she felt a stinging pain in her eyes as tears formed there.

“What time do you get off tonight?” James asked her, still holding her hand.

“Soon. Around midnight.”

“Perfect,” James said, nodding as though it made sense to her.

“Perfect for what?” she asked tentatively.

“I’ll pick you up. We’ll go to The Ice Room.”

The Ice Room was a very popular, and very elite night club in New York. Tables cost fifteen thousand dollars to reserve, and that was before you even ordered a drink. Viola had never been there, and she didn’t think she ever would go.

“I can’t. I don’t have anything to wear,” Viola said.

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll bring something when I pick you up.”

Viola opened her mouth to tell the man no, as she always did when he asked her out, but when she spoke another word came out instead. “Okay,” she said.

James grinned, a wide smile where his lips pulled apart and showed off his sparkling white teeth. “Great,” he said. “Out front, midnight, alright?”

“Okay,” Viola said, unsure of what she had just gotten herself into. James bent and pressed his lips to her cheeks, and then he turned and left with Frank. Viola watched him go.

2

It was ten after midnight when Viola finally left the restaurant, heading out with her co-workers through the front door, before Stephen turned and locked the door behind everyone. There was a long stretch limo parked in front of the restaurant, pulled to the curb.

“Who is that for?” a waitress named Mary asked.

“The President?” Joey, a cook, joked.

The back door of the limo opened, and James climbed out.

“Me,” Viola murmured, and then she stepped forward towards the limo.

“Shall we?” James asked, holding the door open for her, and Viola nodded, ducking her head and climbing into the expensive car.

“Do you always ride in one of these?” Viola asked as James settled himself behind her and shut the door. He laughed.

“Only when I’m trying to impress a pretty woman.”

“So all the time then?”

James laughed again. “You think you have me pegged, I know that, but I bet I end up surprising you,” he said to the younger black woman.

“This is amazing,” Viola said, looking around.

“Champagne?” James asked, and he pulled a bottle from an ice bucket and poured two glasses when she nodded yes. He held one out to her.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Oh, here, I picked this out for you,” James said, turning and grabbing a nearby bag, and holding it out to Viola. She took it and pulled out a slinky and sexy dress. “For the club,”

Viola took the dress and held it in front of her eyes. It was black and tiny, and wouldn’t leave much to the imagination. She was already wearing black heels, so that wouldn’t be a problem, but she had never worn a dress like that, despite being rather comfortable in her body.

She knew men found her attractive, and she worked hard to keep in shape. She went to the gym, she ate right. She was on the shorter side, but a lot of men preferred that. Her hips were rounded, her butt big, but toned. She had large breasts and kept her black hair short and straight, working hard against its natural state.

“Where’s the rest of it?” Viola joked.