The Billionaire’s Unlikely Bride(5)

I smiled at Elliott and wondered if he ever thought of that night as much as I did. I sometimes what would have happened if I hadn’t been Brittany’s roommate. As we walked down to the formal living room to wait for Olivia and Peter, I thought back to that night.



It had been the first couple of weeks of the semester when we had all gone dancing at a club in Manhattan. We’d all worn short mini-skirts and boob tubes. Our midriffs and had showing and our boobs were standing at attention. Brittany had talked me into going braless, she said it was the only way to dance and we had all gotten super drunk, Brittany’s boyfriend at the time had a hookup at the club so we could all get alcohol.



For some reason, I had gotten split up from the group on the dance floor and was dancing with some random people when Jen, another friend of ours had rushed up to me to tell me that Brittany was in big trouble. Supposedly her dad’s chauffeur had told him that a bunch of us had gone out and he wasn’t too happy about it. He had come down to the club and was looking for Brittany. Turns out she didn’t want to get in trouble so she had gone to a diner down the road for a bit and would come back once Jen told her the coast was clear.



I was really glad at that moment that my parents lived in Iowa and I went back to dancing on the dance floor. I was moving with abandon when I felt his eyes on me. I had been singing along to a song and couldn’t stop myself from looking up. I was instantly attracted to him. He exuded confidence, power, and good looks. I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. He walked over to me and I remember he asked me for a dance. All I could do was nod. He danced behind me barely touching me at first but as the dance got more frenzied so did his hands. He ran them up and down my body. He squeezed my ass and ran his fingers over my nipples. I had never felt so excited before and all I wanted to do was take him back to my room. We started to dance as one and I pushed my ass into his groin so I could feel his hardness up against me. It had felt wonderful. We didn’t do anything more than make-out because he told me he didn’t want to take advantage of me. He gave me a card and told me to call him the next day; he wanted to take me to dinner. I wanted to beg him to take me home. I was worried at how he would react when he realized I wasn’t over 21.



I went home that night really excited. I made sure to put his card into my purse carefully; I hadn’t even looked at it. I slept soundly that night and was awoken by Brittany’s screeching “Hello Daddy.” I didn’t want to wake up but I was excited to meet her dad. I walked out into the living area in my pajamas and nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw it was he, it was my man from the night before. He was Brittany’s dad. I saw the look of recognition and shock in his eyes when he Brittany introduced us.



We exchanged some pleasantries and then they went to breakfast, I feigned a headache and went back to my room and ripped up his card. I was so embarrassed. I never told Brittany about what had happened and he and I never spoke about it, In fact I think he had deliberately avoided me because I’d only seen him 5 times in 7 years.



The ringing doorbell brought me back to the present. I looked up and saw Elliott’s eyes on me. He looked away as I made eye contact with him.



Mrs. Heath opened the door and announced the arrival of Olivia and Peter. Peter walked in looking confident and happy and gave me a kiss on the cheek, “Elle, you are looking beautiful today.”



“Thanks Peter.” I smiled at him trying not to shirk away.



I look over at Olivia who is standing next to Elliott and giving me a lookover. I can tell I don’t meet muster because she doesn’t smile at me when we make eye contact. In fact, she’s giving me the evil eye.



I can see that Brittany has noticed because she immediately ushers us to go to the dining room so we can all eat.





Chapter 3



Lunch is slightly uncomfortable for me. Okay that is an understatement. It is very uncomfortable for me. Peter won’t stop putting his hands on my legs and whispering in my ear and both Olivia and Elliott are glaring at me from across the table. The only one who seems to be enjoying everything, asides from Peter, is Brittany who is grinning from ear to ear.



“Peter, I think it’s time you concentrated on your food and not Elle’s leg, don’t you dear?” Olivia spoke loudly. I was embarrassed and annoyed at the same time.



“I’m fine mother.”



“Well, I’m sure Elle wants to concentrate on her food. It certainly looks like she enjoys eating.” Olivia smiled at with an evil glint in her eyes. I had an overwhelming urge to call her a bitch. But I was happy that Peter had taken his hands off of me.