Beauty and the Billionaire

by Claire Adams

  "More like fighting off trolls," I said.

  "Comment trolls or game trolls?"

  "Chatroom," I said.

  He nodded sympathetically. "They're the worst. What are they saying? You know you can't take any of that to heart, right?"

  "How about a second police search? Can I take that to heart?" I asked. "Can I be angry that my entire home was picked apart again? Or how about that someone is casually ruining my career? Can I be upset about that?"

  "Seriously, man. You need to calm down. Yeah, you can be upset, but don't lose it completely," Jasper said. He stalked off towards his room.

  I cut him off before the hallway. "How about we have a little chat, roommate? Because as far as I can see, this is not just a me problem. The cops are searching your apartment too, or have you forgotten that you live here?"

  "I'm clean, man, it’s got nothing to do with me," Jasper said.

  I stepped forward and sent Jasper back towards the kitchen. "So we're both clean, but the cops keep thinking they are going to find drugs here. Something's off and I would think you'd be more interested in straightening it out."

  "I guess, but what am I supposed to do?" Jasper asked. "Do you know who's making the complaints?"

  "Do you?" I asked.

  Jasper headed around the kitchen island to get some distance between us. "I don't like your line of questioning. I mean, I get it. You've got cops on the brain, but why do I feel like I'm the one getting interrogated?"

  "Because from where I'm standing, drug-free and innocent, there's really only one direction to look."

  "I could say the same thing back to you, man." Jasper threw his hands up in the air. "I'm clean, so I'm looking right back at you."

  "So, if we're both innocent, then why don't you care at all if the cops have been here or not?" I asked.

  "I don't know, man. If they are not finding anything, then what's the big deal?" Jasper asked. "Besides, I've got other stuff on my mind. Remember?"

  "Your dream job?" I asked. "What's the name of the company again?"

  "You wouldn't know it. It’s a big time competitor, but a small firm. Anyway, I've got my contract and everything is good to go. I know I'm leaving you before my lease is up, but I'll pay the fee or whatever it was in the rental agreement. We cool?"

  "Why are you so anxious to move on now?" I asked.

  Jasper opened the cupboards, frowning as he realized how the cops had rearranged. He finally found a cereal bowl and spoon but could not find the cereal.

  "Under the sink." I said. "So, why the big move right now, right away?"

  "Now's the time. I've got the job and I've got to go for it. I'm sorry if you feel like I'm leaving you in the lurch, but, man, you've got to sort out your own life."

  "And what's wrong with my life?" I asked.

  "You just seem stuck. Like I get the trajectory from Beta Tester to sponsored player, but most people keep moving up to game creator or producer, you know? Instead, you're just sitting around playing video games like you've always done. Don't you want to keep moving?"

  "Keep moving?" I asked. "That reminds me. You've moved around a lot, haven't you? Why are you having trouble staying in one place?"

  Jasper took a huge bite of cereal and chewed slowly. "Military childhood, moved all the time. Just feels natural to me. I'm just worried that you don't have any ambition. That girlfriend of yours used to push you all the time. She went AWOL because you lacked ambition. That doesn't bother you?"

  "I don't think jumping from one thing to another counts as ambition. And Sienna was only interested in appearances and money. I want something more than that," I said.

  "Look, all I'm saying, man, is that the whole sitting around playing video games is not helping your cause. No wonder the cops think you're dealing drugs," Jasper said.

  I crossed my arms over my chest. "The funny thing is that the cops haven't accused me of anything. They are searching the apartment. Where we both live. So it makes me think that I'm not the only one the cops are looking at."

  "You think the cops believe I'm dealing drugs?" Jasper asked. He snorted into his cereal bowl and took another huge bite. "Look at me. I'm a businessman, an entrepreneur. I'm so busy landing new clients and new work that I don't have time to take drugs, much less sell them."

  "Yeah, you know, you always told me you'd show me some of your work. How about now?" I asked. "I'd love to see the work that landed you your dream job. Maybe it'll inspire me, give me some ambition."

  Jasper shook his head and checked his watch. "I'd love to, but I've got to go. I really just came home to grab something to eat and change. Sorry about the whole search thing. That sucks. How about I bring home some beers and we come up with a defense plan later. Alright?"

  My roommate slapped me on the shoulder and was out the door again in fifteen minutes. He came and went so fast, it was no surprise he left a vacuum of suspicion behind.

  #

  Ten minutes later, I heard a knock on the door. I gritted my teeth, prepared for a fight if it was the police again. Instead, it was a young man with a business card.

  "Tanner Olson, your manager, sent me. I'm a local blogger covering the Dark Flag tournaments," he said.

  "Okay," I said. I did not open the door any wider or invite him in.

  "Check your messages. Your manager asked me to interview you. He said we should talk about the upcoming tournaments but also your career and your fight against gamer stereotypes."

  I left the door cracked open and grabbed my phone. The young man waited politely in the hallway while I checked my messages.

  "Sorry. I've just been under fire this morning in all the chatrooms. I didn't want to let some troll in. No offense," I said.

  "None taken. I'm a blogger, trust me, I know all about trolls," the young man said.

  I tried to relax. Tanner had obviously liked Quinn's idea about positive publicity. If I came out strong against the stereotypes of the drug-using gamer, then maybe I could defend myself against whatever came next. I grabbed my laptop and brought up the young man's blog. It was a well-recognized blog, and he had also authored many articles in the same magazines that featured me.

  "Want to start with the stereotypes?" he asked.

  I laughed. "Yeah, I guess that's the freshest topic in my mind."

  The blogger turned on a digital recorder and placed it on the coffee table. "Your image stands out amongst gamers and it is the main strength of your success. Would you agree?"

  "I stand out only because my avatar looks exactly like me. Lots of players love to form new faces, entirely new bodies and species, when they enter the world of Dark Flag. To me, it is more fun to conquer that world as myself," I said.

  "Not many other players do that. Another stand out happens to be a close friend of yours. The human avatar known as Arrowa?"

  I thought of Quinn in my bed. The thought was like a sanctuary. I could not let even a well-intentioned blogger touch her. "I certainly do not judge other people for creating avatars that are completely different from their real selves. Personally, though, I think my identical avatar gives me strength. I put more into the game because it is my face on the Black Fields."

  He noted my sidestep but moved on. "And it’s that personal touch that has led you to be one of the most sponsored players."

  "That and my exceptional grasp of Dark Flag. The creators allowed the game to evolve depending on how players use it and so far, they believe my leadership is expanding the game in a positive direction," I said.

  "There is talk of your clan members also getting sponsorships though there has been some jealousy among the ranks. Is that true? Are your clan members upset at the arrival of newbie Arrowa?" he asked.

  "I think the mention of the clan makes it clear why there is jealousy. There will always be jockeying for position amongst a clan. History bears that out to be true and it is proven in Dark Flag." I refused to let him get any closer to Quinn.

  "I only ask because jealousy is a powerful motive.
You've recently come under scrutiny from the police. They are playing off the stereotype of the gamer as drug-user to produce search warrants and raid your apartment," he said.

  "Unfortunately, no matter what I do to bring an open and honest face to gaming, there will always be prejudiced people. I'm not sure where the misinformation is coming from, but I do not use drugs or indulge in that stereotypical lifestyle," I said. In my head, I could hear my manager applauding.

  "So, it could be possible that jealousy is motivating someone to set you up?" the blogger asked. "It was noticed at the last tournament that there is tension between the Green Witch Ayaan and the Human Arrowa. Two female clan members vying for the attention of Light Slayer?"

  "If that were true, they would target each other, don't you think? But let me make it clear there is no drama there. Dark Flag is a complex game but not a forum to play out love triangles or soap operas," I said.

  The blogger sat back and frowned. He was disappointed I was not producing any juicy quotes or comments. I should have known that any interview would focus mainly on Arrowa. Encouraging Quinn in real life was one thing, but in the world of Dark Flag, it caused much larger ripples.

  I hoped that whatever Quinn's new plan was, she had taken into account the dual life of Arrowa. If she was planning to enter the world of professional gaming, I would have to protect us both in the game and in the real world.

  "I think that about covers it," I said. "If you want to email me any follow up questions, I'd be happy to answer. Also, I'm sure my manager told you, I need to see a proof of the article before you can post it to your blog."

  Again, the blogger frowned. He stopped his digital recorder and stood up. "Thanks, Mr. Redd. I'm not really sure what shape the article will be able to take."

  "Stick to the whole breaking down stereotypes angle," I said. "Unless you're going for your own stereotype of gossip-seeking tabloid blogger."

  "I'm not like that," he said.

  "Exactly." I shut the door behind him.

  I checked my messages again and found a follow up from my manager. He sent the address of a local clinic that would perform a drug test and put it on record. I could stop by anytime I wanted. I tried not to throw my phone across the room.

  There was another knock at the door. I balled up my fist. If one blogger knew my address, then my manager had opened up a channel for other gossip-seekers to flood right to my door. I stood in the hallway not sure whether to tell the person to go away or pretend not to be home. The knock sounded again. Not the hammering of the police, so I took a step closer.

  "Who is it?" I called.

  "FBI, Mr. Redd, open up. We've been asked to do a follow-up by the local police force," a gruff voice said.

  I ripped open the door, prepared for a fight.

  "Not funny?" Quinn asked.

  It took a moment for me to unclench my fist. Her peals of laughter helped. So did the light and sweet kiss she planted on my cheek before she stepped inside.

  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I just couldn't help myself. Remember that time in high school when you pretended to be the killer from that scary movie?" she asked. "Yeah, maybe a little payback was in order."

  "Stopping my heart and choking the breath out of me? Is that what you call payback?" I asked.

  Quinn wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. I felt her smile against my lips. "Now I feel bad. Maybe I should make it up to you?"

  I swung her farther into the apartment and shut the door behind us. "Did you see anyone outside? A weasel with glasses and a digital recorder? Did he see you?"

  Her smile slipped and her arms tightened. "Are you okay? I checked out some of the forums. You can't let it get to you."

  "No, it’s just my manager and I took your advice. I just got interviewed, but he was more interested in gossip about Light Slayer and Arrowa," I said.

  "Oooh, people suspect our avatars are having a steamy affair? How sexy."

  "It’s not good, Quinn. Sorry, but I can't handle any more gossip right now," I said. "And you've got me worried with this whole mysterious new plan thing. If you want to take a serious shot at professional gaming, then you need to be worried about the chatroom gossip too. This is all coming dangerous close to affecting my career."

  She dropped her arms and pulled me to the couch. "I know. I'm sorry. And if it would help, Arrowa can disappear from Dark Flag."

  "Wait, what? You don't have to do that. I know you love it and you're getting really good," I said.

  "That's just it," Quinn said. She grabbed my hands. "Can we take a break for just one second and talk about some good news?"

  "Yes, please."

  "Alright. So, that last tournament when I managed to get the Green Witch on the run got me noticed by a lot of players. It also got me noticed by some game creators," she said. "To be honest, I was hoping to use that to leverage myself into the Dark Flag tournaments that pay money. But now that you mention the whole problem with the gossip, I'm glad I took a different offer."

  "What offer? Are you sure it’s good?"

  Quinn crossed her arms. "I've been asked to test out a new game. I get paid per hours logged and there are bonuses for the levels I crack. I told them it would be more fun if I could play with a friend and they agreed. I have two new log-ins all ready to go."

  My shoulders relaxed, then melted as Quinn reached over and rubbed my neck.

  "See? I'm not as helpless as everyone thinks I am. I'm not encroaching on your territory or messing up your career. We can have a little fun," she said.

  "Is that all this is?"

  She tipped her head and looked away. "This is complicated, but only if we talk about it. How about we play instead?"

  I handed over my computer and the game console controllers. Quinn brushed her wavy hair out of the way and set everything up.

  "What's the game about?" I asked.

  "I'm not going to lie, it’s a lot like Dark Flag, except set on Mars. The colony is expanding and there is potential for players to influence the world, just like in Dark Flag. And there are aliens, meteorites, and all sorts of complicated space dangers."

  She made my avatar a pock-faced engineer and herself a middle-aged doctorate in astrophysics. "What, no glamorous astronauts or super-sexy scientists?" I asked.

  "That's another thing. In this game, your only choice is to be human. Sure, you can augment your avatar, but they keep the choices plain. It’s all about survival and humanity," Quinn said.

  "And starting over," I said. "I like that."

  "Exactly," Quinn handed me a controller. "Here, we can start over and no one knows us."

  We explored the Mars landscape. I had almost forgotten what it felt like. Video games were supposed to be an escape. Now, as Quinn and I worked together, tried and failed, and fought our way through surprising problems, it all came back to me. The whole reason I loved my job was that I could show people how to be who they really wanted, even if the real world kept telling them no.

  "This is good, right?" she asked.

  "The best," I said. "I really needed this. Thank you."

  She moved closer on the couch and curled up against me. "Is it wrong that I always really wanted this?"

  "No. Our timing was just off. Other people got in the way," I replied.

  Quinn shook her head, her eyes sad for a moment. "She also brought us together and kept us together," she said.

  "But you make me better," I said. I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Thank you for always making me better."

  "Even on Mars?" Quinn asked with a smile.

  I nodded. "But especially here and now."

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Quinn

  The game was interesting and I loved exploring the Mars scenery with Owen. I was bursting to tell him about my plans for the money I was earning. First, I wanted to see the worried furrow in the middle of his forehead ease. He was so wrapped up in his own problems that I was not sure the time was right.

  "Watch out for t
hat crater," I said. We both pulled our avatars back sharply.

  "Thanks, saving me again," he said.

  "I don't know when you think I saved your life," I said.

  "Right now. All I could think about was who might be setting me up and what would happen. All the hypotheticals were killing me," Owen said.

  "So a little imaginary exploration of Mars was just the right thing?" I asked.

  Owen smiled and wrapped an arm around me. "Maybe it’s more than just the Mars game," he said.

  "Like what?" I paused my player.

  Owen turned to me and opened his mouth to say something. Then, he shook his head. Instead, he tugged my shoulders closer and pressed a light kiss against my lips. I did not pull back. Wrapped up close next to him on the couch was exactly where I wanted to be.

  "You're okay with this?" he asked. Another trio of gentle kisses brushed my lips.

  "Okay with what?"

  "I know it has to feel a little strange. I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you. Or using you to ease some guilt. Or, I don't know, whatever other people say about us," Owen said.

  I hovered a half an inch from his face. "I don't want to think. I just want to feel because this feels right to me."

  Owen tossed aside his controller and brought his other hand up to cup my cheek. This time his kiss was light but did not brush past. The heat built between our searching mouths. He tangled his hand in my hair and tipped my head back to deepen the kiss.

  I could not get close enough to him. I turned from cuddling against his side to sitting astride his lap. Owen's arms wrapped around my back and pulled me closer. This time was different, the heat building slower. It seemed to radiate gently from my chest. My heart beat long, throbbing pulses against him. I worried that I knew what that meant.

  "It feels right to me too," Owen said. "So, absolutely right and I waited too long."

  I felt his hand push gently against my side, asking permission. I moved in the direction he suggested and lay down on the couch. For the longest time, we enjoyed the warm friction, our bodies rubbing together as the kisses grew longer.