Courted (How Not To Be Seduced By Billionaires: Book 2)

by Marian Tee

Billionaires don’t lick their wounds when they are hurt.

  They get even.

  “Are you seeing this?” I shrieked at Daria and Alyx, who I was videoconferencing on my iPad, as I pointed towards the TV.

  Alyx laughed so loudly I was tempted to flick her face on the screen. “You’re such a kid. You’re actually jumping!”

  “I can’t help it!” I was so mad I wished the floor under my feet could turn into the hard, tone, sluttish body of a guy named Constantijin Kastein.

  “He was courting me and now he’s out with another girl! On TV!” Glaring at the screen, I hissed, “Man-whore.”

  Daria was grinning. Tall with short curly hair and sparkling gray eyes, she was the most outspoken in our little group. She was also dangerously impulsive, but Alyx and I hoped marriage could curb that somewhat.

  “You should gatecrash the event, show him who’s the boss,” she suggested.

  Or not.

  “Get real. I can’t gatecrash his dad’s fundraiser.”

  “You know, I think she’s right,” Alyx intruded as she pushed a wide hair band up her boyishly cut hair. As she started slapping cream on her face – one of her hundreds of rituals before going to sleep – Alyx added, “He can’t do this every time you two quarrel or have a misunderstanding.”

  I shook my head. Just the thought of gatecrashing – and putting myself out there for Constantijin to humiliate – had me hyperventilating.

  Daria bent forward, her eyes narrowing. “Yanna, I can see you panicking from here.”

  If that was true, then she had better eyesight than Clark Kent since Daria had her iPad positioned somewhat far away from her. I could practically see the entire bed she was seated cross-legged on, which was so enormous it could probably fit an entire football squad.

  From Daria’s side of the screen, I heard something popping in the background, followed by the clink of glass and then the Greek-accented tone of Daria’s tycoon hubby. “Why is Yanna panicking?” Nik asked as he came into view, wearing an unbuttoned white polo shirt and jeans. Tall, dark, gorgeous and an alpha male to the core, he used to be the world’s greatest jerk. Even I hated him, and it took a lot for me to say the H-word. A misunderstanding had caused Nik to mistake Daria for a gold-digging nymphomaniac and he had treated her like shit. Thankfully, true love – and a good dose of truth - had reformed him, and there was no doubting that when you looked at how Nik acted around his wife these days.

  Taking a seat next to Daria on their bed, Nik handed her a glass of champagne and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

  For a moment, I had to close my eyes, not wanting my friends to see how totally envious I suddenly felt about the closeness between the months-old married couple.

  I made myself look at them when Nik spoke again. “Hi, Alyx, Yanna.”

  Alyx flashed him a thumbs-up sign. “Hey, Nik. So how many is it for today?”

  Daria groaned, Nik grinned, and I frowned in complete confusion. “How many what?”

  “Seven,” Nik answered, his grin widening.

  Daria groaned again.

  “Seven what?” I demanded.

  Alyx said patiently, “Seven orgasms for Daria today.”

  This time, I joined Daria with the groaning. “Really, Alyx? You really had to ask him that?”

  “I was just curious! Daria used to hate---”

  “Oh, look, Constantijin’s date is totally raping him on TV!” Daria burst out.

  We all looked, and even though I hoped it was just her way of changing the subject – it wasn’t.

  My chest hurt more and more as I continued watching Constantijin’s date – surprise, surprise, yet another blonde bimbo – grind her lips on his. Those lips were mine! Or at least they had been a few days ago. More seconds passed, and the camera continued to focus on their liplock.

  Seriously, when had lifestyle shows become an extension of Playboy Channel? Couldn’t they see that her hand was just inches away from grasping his---

  In a smooth move, Constantijin had forced his date to release him the same time he subtly slapped her hand away.

  “Slut,” I growled.

  “Who?” Alyx asked innocently as she rubbed more cream on her forehead. Her face was now 25% flesh, 75% blue goo. “Constantijin or his date?”

  “Both!”

  “Yanna, stop jumping. You’re giving me a headache.” Daria turned to Nik. “What do you think? You know how Yanna dumped Constantijin for her Mr. Fix It, right?”

  “I did not dump him.” I tightened the sash of my night robe, wishing it was a noose around Constantijin’s neck.

  “Why do you call the boy Mr. Fix It?” Nik asked at the same time.

  “He’s not a boy,” I groaned. God! Sometimes, Nik was too much like Constantijin I almost didn’t want to talk to him.

  “Because he keeps appearing at the right time and place to play knight in shining armor for Yanna,” Daria explained.

  “Ah.”

  “That doesn’t sound like a good ‘ah’,” I said with a scowl.

  “Because it isn’t,” Nik answered readily. As he scooped Daria onto his lap, he continued, “I know how Kastein feels, Yanna. If there’s one thing men like me can be uncomfortable about---”

  “He means insecure,” his wife added.

  “---then it would be boys who are a lot nicer than we could ever be. That’s one thing we can’t really beat and if you chose Mr. Fix It over him that time, who’s to say you won’t do it again when he screws up the next time?”

  “But it wasn’t like that,” I protested. “I didn’t choose Mr. Fix---I mean Drake---over him. I just thought it was a good idea to leave with Drake so that no one’s going to be suspicious about us.”

  “And that’s one more thing,” Nik said triumphantly.

  Alyx smirked. “Why do I have a feeling that billionaires with the same arrogant feathers stick together?”

  But Nik only smirked back. “Alyx, Alyx,” he purred in a voice so seductive it made me squirm uncomfortably. This was my first glimpse of how, err, attractive Nik could be if he really put his mind to it.

  “Everything about you tells me that when it’s your turn to fall in love, you’ll have the hardest time. You’ll choose a billionaire who’s even a bigger jerk than I was – or even more than Kastein.”

  Alyx lifted her chin. “You wish.”

  Daria cleared her throat. “Okay, break it up, you guys. We do not want you two losing sleep again on another endless WiFi rematch of Wii Boxing.”

  Seeing Daria’s meaningful gaze on me, I did my referee bit as well, adding, “And tonight’s video call is all about me, right?” As soon as the words came out, a wave of depression hit me, and my voice trailed off.

  This call was about me because – frankly – I was at the end of my tether. It was terrifying, the way I couldn’t stop thinking about him, the way I couldn’t stop hurting with every second that Constantijin wasn’t next to me.

  “Yanna.” Nik sounded sober.

  I managed a smile. “Yeah?”

  “The other thing I was telling you about---well, we can’t handle being kept as a secret. That’s why men make poor mistresses.” He grimaced. “You probably made him feel you were ashamed---”

  “Ashamed of what? Him?” I pointed at the screen, which was still on Constantijin since it was an hour-long coverage on the show’s top picks for the sexiest men on the planet.

  The TV showed a shot of him in a fashion event last winter. His golden copper-tinted hair was slightly longer than usual, with a rearview shot of Constantijin revealing how his curls brushed past his snowy-white scarf. His beautifully fit black trench coat made his shoulders appear even broader and was an exquisite contrast to the light pink shade of his shirt and gray pants.

  He was unbelievably beautiful, and the fact that he had been mine – even briefly – made it hard for me to breathe.

  “Yes, Yanna, he could have thought that. Kastein isn’t perfect – no one is. We all have our secrets. Flaws. Weak
nesses – and you could be one of them.”

  Chewing on my lip, I slowly asked, “Are you saying I should really gatecrash the fundraiser?”

  Nik glanced at Daria and a smile immediately appeared on her face.

  “Yuck,” Alyx muttered. “They’re communicating silently.”

  Ignoring that, Daria told me, “Yanna, baby, this is one of those times you should be happy you have an arrogant billionaire as one of your friends.”

  ~~~

  I’m not gatecrashing. I repeated the words in my mind over and over, but they weren’t enough to dispel the anxiety squeezing my chest as I stammered my name.

  The man in a tux flipped a couple of pages. “Right. Ticket please?”

  A couple of other guests walked past me as I took out the glossy piece of paper that had cost Nik two thousand dollars to purchase. I guess their face value was a lot higher than mine. Honestly, the admission price for Erik Kastein’s fundraiser astounded me. In fact, it made me want to back out, but Nik had gone on to buy it, saying that it was for a good cause anyway.

  The security officer scanned my ticket before looking back at me with a respectful smile. “Thank you, Ms. Everleigh. Enjoy your night.”

  He pressed a button that had the tinted glass doors sliding open. I stepped in and found myself in a strange glittering world. So this was how the rich and famous partied.

  In my mind, fundraisers were colorless and boring, occasions where you weren’t supposed to show your teeth when you smiled. But this fundraiser – it was out of this world, or maybe the Kasteins just really knew how to throw a good party.

  Constantijin’s father had booked an entire museum for his fundraiser and transformed it into some kind of black-and-white paradise. The walls were covered with black-and-white striped velvet while the floor sparkled like pearls. On one side, the black-glass buffet table was illuminated from below, making it seem as if the rows of cocktail dishes were floating on a sea of gold and onyx.

  Everywhere around me were Kens and Barbies of all shapes and sizes. They could be size 1 to 10, but they still seemed perfect in a shiny, waxy kind of way – if I bumped into any one of them, I was afraid they’d shatter.

  I started forward, craning my neck once in a while in hopes of catching a glimpse of a familiar head of gold and copper hair.

  I’m not gatecrashing, I’m not gatecrashing, I’m not---

  I accidentally tripped on the hem of my own gown – a strapless two-toned creation that Daria had shipped to me all the way from Athens – causing me to stumble into a waiter, who lost hold of his tray of champagne flutes. They crashed on the floor, and all eyes were suddenly on us.

  Including the silvery gaze that had been haunting me in my dreams.

  Constantijin stared at me. He was dressed all in white, which should have made him look utterly ridiculous, but no. He didn’t. He looked perfect. At that moment, I realized just how much I had missed him – still missed him. He turned my life upside down with just one glance, made me come alive with a single touch –

  And when Constantijin turned away, he broke my heart all over again in a single instance.

  A soundless gasp was torn out of me. People were snickering all around me, and the silent and insolent stares were even worse. I lifted a hand, searching sightlessly for something to hold on to, but I dropped it again when I realized that I would only be able to grasp air.

  Someone suddenly took hold of my hand.

  I looked up, and my lips parted in shock. This had to be the worst coincidence in my entire life. “Drake?”

  A familiar wry smile touched his face. “Don’t sound too happy.”

  My cheeks flushed red. God, what a bitch I was. Drake Morrison would have been quite a catch in any woman’s eyes. He even looked more gorgeous when he was dressed formally, and he still wasn’t doing anything to hide how much he, umm, enjoyed my company.

  “Sorry, Drake. I didn’t mean…” With a sigh, I confessed, “You just have the best and worst timing, Drake.”

  His smile turned into a grin. “Because Kastein keeps catching you in my company?”

  My eyes widened. “How did you---” I paled. “Did I give myself away?”

  He shook his head. “Relax, Yanna. Neither of you gave yourselves away. But I like you – a lot – and because of that, I see things more than other people do.”

  “It’s not what you think.”

  He raised a brow.

  “Really. We’re not…we’re just dating.”

  “Not exclusively?”

  Thinking about the latest blond bombshell I had seen him on TV with, I answered slowly, “No.” Saying it out loud hurt, and it made me unconsciously search for Constantijin again, as if I really had to confirm the truth of what I was saying with my eyes. I needed to see him with another woman – in person. If I did, maybe I could finally give up on him.

  It didn’t take more than a second to find Constantijin, as if fate was just waiting to give us a chance for our gazes to collide. He stood poised on another pair of glass doors that led into the museum’s conservatory.

  I knew I wasn’t the only one looking at him. There were so many others – it was a gut feeling I had. But Constantijin only had eyes for me.

  Oh my God.

  The raw emotions in his gaze made me catch my breath, but then Constantijin suddenly turned away, with such abruptness he almost appeared rough, nothing like the utterly urbane and larger-than-life billionaire he was known to be.

  When he disappeared through another set of doors, I knew he had decided to walk away for me yet another time – maybe for good.

  “Drake, I’m sorry---I have to go,” I choked out even as I was unable to take my gaze off the doors that Constantijin had just gone past.

  Tears burned my eyes, and I did my best to blink them away before they could ruin my mascara and I ended up looking like someone who just escaped from an asylum and security would have to kick out of the party.

  Behind me, Drake said in a quiet voice, “Go get him.”

  It made me look at him over my shoulder with a wobbly smile. One day soon, I really had to ask him why he seemed to know me so well, why he always seemed to be there for me at the right time and place.

  But not now – not when I finally accepted what my subconscious had known all along.

  My feet started to move, the heaviness inside of me dissipating with every step I took towards the man whose gorgeous face hid a wealth of heartbreaking faults.

  This time would be different. This time I’d court him myself if I had to because this time, for better or for worse---this time I knew I was in love with him.

  The Final Lesson on How Not to Be Seduced by Billionaires

  Ask your billionaire to court you, and you court heartbreak in return.