The Billionaires Love CurvesBy: Cj Howard
“I can't believe he's done this to me,” she finally said. “I asked him to make a choice. He made it so coldly and now he's already with someone else and it's so obvious they've been away together. If I'd known he was coming, I never would have.”
“Well, there are two reasons why it was good that you did.”
She looked up and accepted the white handkerchief Cole was holding out for her.
“Two reasons?” she said, wiping tears away.
“Yes, first of all you found out I wasn't lying to you and second of all, I got a chance to see you again. I wanted to apologize for upsetting you that day. I didn't mean to.”
“No Cole, you were just looking out for me. Thank you for telling me the truth.”
“And you look very beautiful tonight. I hope you don't mind me saying.”
“What with all these tears?” she sniffed. “I bet my eyes are bloodshot.”
“Now you've made bloodshot eyes a thing of beauty.”
She laughed, lightly.
“It's good to see that smile again,” he said. “Shall we get out of here?”
“Yes please, Cole, the further away the better.”
He took her hand, kissed it and then led her away from the balcony, back into the corridor outside the ballroom and then hurried her to the elevator and out of sight.
Neither Cole nor Lacey realized that while they were on the balcony, and they were being observed. Having followed her movements with his eyes, Nate saw which way Lacey went and spotted his old friend Cole Tyler hot on her heels.
Nate had moved to a window seat in the ballroom where he was able to observe them both on the balcony. Every time he saw Cole touch or stroke Lacey, his face would grow paler and paler. He saw Cole rub her back and he saw him kiss her hand and walk her away from the balcony. His mind jumped from one scenario to the other, wondering what Cole had planned. Before he knew it, he was gritting his teeth.
“Natie, darling, what's the matter?” The blond was stroking his cheek when he turned away from the window.
“Nate!” she said again, louder this time because she thought he hadn't heard her.
“What do you want?” he snapped back.
“Jesus, Nate, I've stood here watching you lose all the color in your face and now you look like thunder. What's wrong with you?” Amanda was exasperated.
“Can we dance?”
“No, we're leaving,” his voice was like thunder.
“Yes, already. I'll have the driver take you home. I've got a lot to think about. I've got to think fast. I've got to do something I hoped I'd never have to do, but it just became necessary.”
He stood at the sidewalk watching Amanda leave in his car. He walked a long distance until he found a tatty old bar. He went in and pulled up a stool.
“What'll you have, Mr.?” the bartender asked him.
“Whiskey --make it a double, and just keep them coming.”