Mr. Billionaire **ReVamped**

Chapter Nine

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For the most part, my day is as it always has been. Martia rolls back around to pick me up for work. We always walk over together, she and I. Martia has always said something along the lines of, "There's no way in Hell I'm walking alone and letting some freaky deeky, mouth-breathing son of a bitch snatch my sexy ass off these streets." There's safety in numbers and even though the neighborhood is fairly decent—I mean, no one's been shanked in the middle of the streets—monsters can be where you least expect them.

I know that better than anyone. Although, my monster stabbed me metaphorically rather than physically. The pain is all the same to me, though.

Martia never mentioned our conversation this morning. She didn't bring up the fact that the man I loved more than the air I breathed was marrying a woman I once considered the sister I never had. It hung in the air between us the entire time, poised and ready for just one slip of the tongue to push its way into our conversation; that slip never happened, though. Martia was very careful with her words, deliberately avoiding any talk of any Simons or Kates or marriages in general. She mostly prattled on about the bouncer from Scarlet Kiss and how he's been hounding her for another date. She told me she's not quite sure if she's really that into him—something about how he's cute but his dick game is kind of weak and she can't be with a guy who busts his nuts before she can bust hers.

With twitching lips, I tell her women can't really bust nuts and she waves her hands dramatically and tells me that I know what she means and to shut the hell up and give her advice. Honestly, in that moment I was thinking that I was the absolute worst person to come to for relationship advice. I mean, I was stood up on my wedding day. Still, I give her advice as best I can and once we're at our place of employment—an impressive building with eight floors and windows so clean when the sun glinted off of them, they nearly blinded me—we headed past the security guards and went to our respective offices.

Daniel Grover, the owner of the company and my boss, came by after I had been in for about a couple of hours. My lunch break was coming up and I knew that it wouldn't be long before Martia came over so that we could have lunch together. It was her turn to pick the place and I knew without a doubt she'd haul my ass over to Chipotle. Don't get me wrong, I like Chipotle but Martia and Kayleen are unnaturally obsessed with the place. I swear, if Martia eats one more burrito bowl she'll become one herself.

Daniel stands in the doorway of my office, leaning against the frame and knocking on the already open door. Daniel is attractive. He's not runway model attractive like Liam but he is most definitely above average. Carefully styled brown hair, mischievous hazel eyes, expensive suits by the dozen and an easy smile. Most of my co-workers—both male and female alike—had trouble concentrating on work whenever Daniel Grover was around.

"Mr. Grover," I said, pushing back from my computer. I had been

"Mr. Grover," I said, pushing back from my computer. Here at Grover before we began calibrating outfits to fit our client's tastes, we asked for them to make a look book of looks they really liked. A couple examples of what they liked for casual wear, streetwear, outfits for special occasions and so on. I had been in the middle of looking through one of those lookbooks before Daniel had come in.