The Billionaire’s Games (The Billionaire’s Obsession 2)

A week went by while Evan’s sister was getting settled in, trying to get back to her old life. Not once did Evan mention to her how he felt about her traveling and not being there for him. I wanted to push him, but I knew it wouldn’t help anyone. I needed to let him handle things on his own. I was baking a cake together with Laurel at my own apartment, gossiping about the things I knew about Evan’s sister. I was horrible, I know, but you know, sometimes you couldn’t help but spill sensitive information to your best girl. Those things just slipped out.

“You’re kidding,” Laurel told me as she dumped a bit too much sugar into the bowl.

“You’re not following the recipe.” I told her and pulled back when she slapped my hand away when I reached for the tablet which was right in front of her on the counter, “Seriously?’

“Sometimes you need to follow your instincts.”

“You can do that when you’re cooking, baking is much more precise.”

“It’s not.”

“It is!” I told her, “Trust me if you use too much of one ingredient the whole thing will be ruined.”

Lauren didn’t look so sure anymore, “You bake more often than I do.”

Reaching for the tablet I replayed the video, wanting to go over it one more time to make sure the cake wouldn’t be completely ruined because Laurel was following her instinct rather than a recipe.

“Is Evan still mad at his friend?”

“Isn’t mad that Nick, they can never last without each other.”

That made her laugh, “So the one you should be jealous of is Nick. He can steal your boyfriend away.”

I glanced up from my tablet and met Laurel’s amused gaze, “Yeah, Emily and I shouldn’t be surprised when those two run away with each other one day.”

Laughing Laurel shook her head at me, “But I get it. You know it’s an overprotective brother thing. They never think anyone is good enough to be with their sister. Even if it’s Nick he doesn’t want him to get close to her.”

“Nick would never cross that line, he is a good guy.”

“I know he is.” Laurel muttered, “Too bad Emily got to him first.”

I shook my spoon at her, “No, Nick got to her first. He chased her.”

“Nick chased a girl?” Laurel didn’t sound like she believed me, but it was the truth.

“Yes.”

“Then there must be something special about that girl.” Laurel narrowed her eyes on me, as she tried to make me spill the beans, but there wasn’t anything to tell, “She must be highly intelligent or did she model for the latest magazines? Maybe an internet celebrity?”

I laughed at that, “No, Emily was a college student when they met, working at one of his clubs. She is a smart girl, but I wouldn’t say she is a genius. She is pretty, but not a supermodel.”

“Then why did he chase her?”

I smiled at that, knowing exactly why Nick chased her, “It’s a feeling you get one you meet that one person who makes you think of nothing else but them. Who becomes your world, the one person you want to see the first thing in the morning.”

“Yet you haven’t spent any time together with Evan ever since his sister got back.” Laurel reminded me.

“They need some alone time together.”

“Well, I suppose I can’t say anything bad about her since she’s not around much. They must have a lot to discuss.”

“Evan and I are good.” I reassured her, “Nothing to worry about.”

“But don’t you ever get jealous? I mean now he is spending all his time with Priscilla and Emily. I mean I know that you guys are sure about each other, but if it were me I’d still be unsure. Especially when my boyfriend would ignore me for a few days to spend all his free time with other women.”

“You need to work on trusting people more.” I told her, “Emily is like a sister to him, he’d never go there. And like I said before Priscilla has no ill intentions, she isn’t trying to make us break-up or something. Also, Evan isn’t ignoring me. We’re talking every day.”

“It’s a good thing you’re not the jealous type.”

She should have known how angry I got whenever I saw Evan messing around with other women. But he wasn’t mine so I couldn’t say anything about it. Nick noticed my discomfort, but he never commented on it either. Things were different now though. I knew for a fact that Evan would never cheat on me. If he wanted to mess around with someone else he’d break-up with me first. I didn’t want to say it would never happen because we were solid. You never knew what life had in store for you. But right now, I had no doubts about him at all.

“Let’s put this cake in the oven and settle on the couch.”

Laurel agreed with me and settled on the couch with me once we cleaned up the kitchen and put the cake in the oven. We watched a movie together while discussing her plans for the weekend. She was going out with our other friend, Sasha. I knew things could get pretty wild when I wasn’t there. So I suggested they would visit one of Nick’s clubs. At least I wouldn’t be so worried knowing Nick would make sure my friends wouldn’t get hurt when they were out clubbing at his place.

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After taking a long bath I wrapped a towel around me, covering up my body and reached for the moisturizer. I finished up moisturizing my entire body when I heard the door creak, making me spin around and drop the tube when I faced Evan. He looked amused, leaning against the doorway while he took me in. His look told me he liked what he saw.

“What are you doing here?”

“Priscilla is heading into town and Nick is already home, taking care of Emily. So I figured I needed to see my girl since I’ve been neglecting her.”

I smiled at him, liking that he still thought about me while he was taking care of others who needed him more.

“I told you I’d be alright.” I reminded him.

“I know, but it’s more my selfish needs.” I told me as he slowly approached me, looking like a predator who was closing in on its prey, “I couldn’t think of anything else but being inside of you.” He grabbed onto my towel and undid it, letting it drop to my feet, while he grabbed onto my hips and pulled me closer to him, his nose brushing against my jaw, “God, you smell so good.”

I smiled as I buried my head against his chest, focusing on the feel of his hands traveling all over my naked body, “You only have one thing on your mind.” I whispered playfully to him.

“When it comes to you, definitely.” He told me without hesitation, one of his hands traveled down my stomach, cupping me between my thighs, “You’re enjoying it.” He told me, sounding rather cocky about it.

“So you only came over to have sex with me?”