In Love With A Billionaire

Phase I.

February 22nd, 2020 (3pm)
Kellandra's Penthouse

I laid in bed, staring quietly at the ceiling. My small chandelier swayed slightly from the wind drifting in through the window adjacent to my king sized bed , light dancing through the glass and onto my hardwood floors, my soft white rug not too far.

"So are you gonna say something?" I asked Reese, who laid next to me, saying nothing. I had told him the whole situation, because honestly, I couldn't keep it to myself no more. I felt like I was using him, and my feelings were way more than that. I truly do like him.

"Wow." he managed to mutter.

"Are you mad or something?" I rolled over and stared at the side of his face, he turned his head to look at me.

"Of course not, this is just a really crazy turn of events."

"Ain't it." I rolled back onto my back and he looked at me.

"So now what? What's the plan? I'm with whatever." he said, leaving the floor for me to respond immediately.

"I have no idea. I was thinking since I have to keys to his place I could just show up and wait for her then talk to her." I threw my legs over the edge of the bed to sit up, then looked over my shoulder to see Reese in my peripheral.

"Talk?! Mannnn I don't know how you females be so calm. I'd beat this bitch face in if I were you. I respect it though." Reese crawled over to my side of the bed and sat with me, he caressed my thighs lightly. I place my hand in his and squeeze it while looking at the floor.

Then I snapped out of whatever mood I was in. It dawned on me.

"Nah, fuck that." Reese looked up at me seemingly impressed.

"Thatta girl." he smiled.

"Did they talk yet? Her and Baltimore."

"Nah." he responded . "He would've told me."

"Perfect. Get him on the phone."

Reese did as he was told and rang up Baltimore. Thankfully, he answered.

"Yooo!" Baltimore said through the phone. I grabbed it and stared into the camera.

"Oh.. Hey, Kellandra. I heard a lot about y-"
"Yeah, yeah save it. I know you fucking Brianna. Well here's the deal, she's my best friend's girlfriend. And you gone help me set her ass up." I got straight to the point. His face contorted in confusion as I spoke , then relaxed.

"Damn..." I watched the screen as he settled into a sofa and run his head vigorously, he was embarrassed.

"What you want me to do?" he finally asked.
"Whatever she tells you to. You just gone give me a location and let me do the rest." I responded.

"And what do that mean?"
"Nigga you ain't in the place to be asking questions. This ain't about you, but it could be if you don't do as I ask." I was so caught up in this I didn't even realize Reese wasn't in the room anymore. I heard him rustling around in the kitchen.
"Why would I help you? How I know this ain't some plot to get my ass killed?" he twisted his face in agitation.
"For the last time. This ain't about you! I'm doing this for my friend." I started getting upset.
"How do I know that?"
"Nigga. This man is a multi billionaire with a highly recognized and respected fashion company and brand. He has too much to lose, and I guarantee you it won't be over no musty hoe like Brianna or trifling ass nigga like you."
"Well damn... you right. And aye, she ain't tell me about him until a night ago. I'm just as much a victim as he is!"

Shit, he wasn't lying. We all got caught in her little stinking ass web of pure deceit. But then again..

"Wait.. you really didn't know? How?? She posts him everywhere!" I was genuinely confused.
"Everywhere .. where? I never seen her post no other nigga."
"This bi- did she make another Instagram account?"
"It's "bri_xo"." he says. I shook my head in disgust.
"So this bitch has an Instagram for her hoe-tivities? Her real Instagram is "brianna41" !!"

I searched up the username Baltimore gave me and there were so many pictures of her and him and it looked  like more than two months worth. When did she have the time for all of this? But aside from that , why?
I scrolled and the more I did, it felt less and less like I was looking at Brianna. It felt like I was looking at a stranger's page.

"She's calling me, I'll send you the location she tells me to meet her at."

*beep beep beep*

I sat there in awe . Reese came in with a plate of waffles and eggs, a glass of orange juice in the other.

"Thank you hun, but I'm gonna need something a lot stronger than th-"

"Way ahead of you." He grabbed the Don Julio from off of my nightstand and poured it into my orange juice. Handing me the glass, he sat next to me and used his free arm to rub my back as I sipped miserably.

Then Reese's phone pinged off. He grabbed it and the screen lit up with a text from "B 🏈💪🏾"

"The Arthouse Hotel." he says as he looked up at me .

Bitch got a fancy ass hotel just to talk? The Arthouse is expensive as fuck. And the fucked up part is she's using Avery money to book the damn room!