The Billionaire's Secret

20

not the best party

I fix my hair to make sure I look sexy as hell. I'm not going to this party to look like trash. There are going to be rich people there and I need to fit in.

I take out the makeup set I never really use. I put some on and look in the mirror. Wow. I should put makeup on more often. I curl my hair and put on the dress. I didn't realize it fitted so snug.

Well it does show off my curves. I guess it doesn't hurt too bad to look sexy. I might get a job tonight. After feeling that I'm ready to go I grab my purse and throw my phone into it.

"Come on Ashley!" Jake yells as I head downstairs.

"Is this okay?" I ask stopping at the middle of the stairs. He looks at me with his mouth wide open.

"Um yea it's great." He clears his throat.

"Are you sure?" I smile seeing that he likes the dress. "I mean I feel like it's too tight. Is it?"

"No it's um perfect. Not too big not too tight."

"Just making sure." I say as I walk out of the door. We get in the car as I sigh.

"So what am I?" I ask as he starts to drive off.

"What?" He looks at me.

"I mean who do the people at this party think I am? Your roommate?"

"Yea and a very very close friend." He grips my thigh. I move his hand.

"You didn't tell anybody about what we did did you?"

"What did we do?" He smiles.

"You know what we did."

"Oh you're talking about sex?"

"No dumbass I'm talking about sex. Of course I'm talking about sex what else would I be talking about?"

"Oh yea I told Mark."

"What?"

"I'm just kidding."

"Good because I don't want anyone to know I slept with you."

"Woah. Why? It is an honor to sleep with me."

"Yea whatever."

"Why don't you want people knowing we slept together?"

"Because I don't want to be known as one of hundreds of girls who fell under you spell and slept with you."

"I'm sorry to hear that but I don't regret what happened that night one bit."

"Of course you don't." I roll my eyes. We drive for about thirty minutes before pulling up to someone's house. "The party's here?" I ask as he steps out of the car.

"Yes. Where'd you think it'd be?" He walks over to my side as I open the door.

"I thought it would be at your job. I'm not a house party person."

"I wouldn't call it a house party just come co-workers getting together to have a good time."

"Yea and I'm just some random person here."

"I'm sorry but I needed someone to talk to."

"You have all of these co-workers to talk to." I look at the cars up and down the street.

"I don't really talk to any of my co-workers like that."

"You don't talk to me either."

"I actually do. I'd rather talk to you then talk to them. It's not much to talk about with them just work."