Hours later, as the morning sun broke through the blinds in Ella’s room, Mary knocked on her door. Ella was sleeping as Mary slid into the bed besides her.
“What time is it?” Ella murmured sleepily.
“6 am.”
“Are you better now?”
“Never been better.”
They lay next to each other just like they used to before they started fighting.
“I miss you, Ella Scott,” Mary said at length.
“I miss you too.”
“I know I said we can’t be friends like we were before… but maybe we can try.”
“I would love that.”
In the silence of the morning, the two girls drifted off to sleep again. Things seemed infinitely better after that.
Chapter 12
Lucas’ lips were warm against hers. They were perfectly synchronized with hers and felt good against her lips. Ella pondered on this fact as she kissed him. They were interrupted with the sound of the door banging open.
“I’m not a fan of PDA,” Mary mocked.
Ella smiled. “Hi, Mary.”
“Hello, Ella. Lucas.”
Mary stepped between them and draped an arm around each of them. “Let’s go, then. I’m excited for this exhibition.”
Mary felt a sense of relief when she made up with Ella. Ella and Lucas’ relationship didn’t bother her as much as fighting with Ella did.
Mary and Lucas helped Ella carry her paintings and art work into The Gallery. A few major artists were displaying their work too which is why all tickets were sold out and the halls were going to be packed in a few hours. The exposure was excellent for emerging artists like Ella.
As the exhibition progressed, Ella was in the middle of a conversation with a few people who had seemed interested in her work earlier but were now going on about their own art endeavors and how they had to give them up in favor of “real careers”. Ella listened politely and looked around for an escape which came minutes later in the form of Lucas.
“Mind if I borrow Ella?” he asked the group. Without waiting for an answer, he led her away into a small room at the end of the hall.
“You just saved my life,” Ella told him.
“I had my reasons for saving your life,” Lucas said. Ella was pressed against the wall and Lucas’ lips lingered near hers.
“Like what?” Ella breathed.
Lucas closed the distance between them as his lips crashed into hers. The kiss was urgent, a sign of how they had only a few minutes to steal from the exhibition before the manager would start wondering where Ella went. Ella reciprocated with equal fervor. Their tongues fought for dominance. Lucas pushed up her dress. A finger hooked her underwear to the side and nudged into her. Ella clutched his shoulder tightly as he rubbed and pumped with his fingers. Her back arched and she clung to his neck.
Ella could hear people walking around outside. As Lucas withdrew his hand, Ella looked around. There was a small couch in the corner of the room.
“I don’t like the idea of having sex on someone else’s couch,” Ella told him.
“Good,” Lucas replied. “Because I was going to take you against the wall.”
“Hurry up,” she told him. Unbuckling his belt, Ella pushed down his jeans. Lucas lifted up her right leg and wrapped it around his torso as he brought her down on his erection. She bit down on his neck to stop herself from crying out loud. Lucas lifted her leg up further which gave him deeper access. Ella stifled her cries and suspected that she might be hurting Lucas with the bites but he didn’t seem to mind. She thought her left leg would give way so she wrapped that around him too. He thrust into her easily, making her moan his name.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
“Ella?” She recognized the voice as that of the exhibition’s manager.
“Y-yes,” Ella managed to stammer.
“Are you in there?”
Lucas slowly moved into her again and Ella’s head rolled back. She knew he was doing it on purpose.
“She’ll be out in a moment,” Lucas replied loudly. Ella wanted to reprimand him for making the situation obvious but she didn’t have the strength too.
When they exited the room, Ella felt lightheaded. The manager didn’t mention her brief disappearance. Ella smiled inwardly. People should get used to it.
Chosen by the Billionaire
Veronica Cross
Chosen by the Billionaire
Copyright 2016 by Veronica Cross
First electronic publication: July 2016
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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to person, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Warning: Due to mature subject matter, such as explicit sexual situations and coarse language, this story is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older, and all acts of a sexual nature are consensual.
Chosen by the Billionaire
Prologue
How did I end up here?
These words ran through Janet’s head hundreds of times during her time at Georgia University. Presently, she was mulling over the same mystery again. It isn’t that Georgia University wasn’t prestigious enough for her; it was; it really was. Aside from the children of the elite and political class, Georgia university accepted very few students based on credentials. Janet Price was one of the lucky ones. Or was she one of the unlucky ones?
Georgia was filled with students who knew that their futures were set. Most of their parents were major corporate and estate owners. Some were the kids of politicians and senators. Others were from families of celebrities and businessmen. These were the children who ruled the university. And since they were so incredibly influential, even the teachers faltered under their wishes. Georgia was still considered extremely prestigious since all major companies offered jobs to its graduates; after all, everyone would love to offer a job to the daughter of the governor or the son of a senator. But the good part was companies didn’t know who Which students were rich and which ones weren’t. When they were offering jobs, it was probably with a hope that the employee turns out to be from a well off family, which happened more often than not. Janet knew this was an opportunity that would be hard to come by. Upon her parents’ insistence, she was pushed into attending Georgia. The unusually huge tuition fee was being covered by a partial (and generous) scholarship and a part time job. Offering scholarships to a tiny amount of students at Georgia was their idea of giving back to the community.
Janet had grown accustomed to the place but always felt slightly out of place. She never made any friends since the rich kids preferred to hang out with each other and Janet would feel like an outsider amongst them anyway. Plus, they weren’t exactly what she would call ‘nice’. Since none of them had any studying to do (courtesy of their future being set), they spent most of their time bullying and picking on the ‘lesser’ students. You’d think people grew up after high school. These children were worse. Up until her junior year, Janet had managed to stay out of their way. It wasn’t that she was scared; she wasn’t. She just wanted an uneventful university life, graduate quickly and move back home to reunite with her family. The loneliness at Georgia was purely based on her financial background and she hated it. She was counting down the days until her graduation. Up until the middle of her junior year, it was all good. She was invisible and hence, no one bothered her.
But one day, because of a spilled cup of coffee and a scared transfer student, Janet Price
’s life was changed forever. She was no longer invisible. And eventually, she was no longer lonely either.
Chapter 1 – The Big Day
Normally, your big day would be your birthday. Or your graduation. Or your wedding. Any important event that can change your life forever and turn it around. Janet Price’s big day, however, was slightly different from a normal person’s.
It started off like a normal, uneventful day. Janet woke up in her small, one room apartment and grudgingly dressed for classes. She had a packed schedule on Tuesday’s so she wasn’t expecting any free time on her hands. After she was done with classes, she had to fulfill her duties as a part time waitress at The Four Stars, a tiny but cozy coffee shop nearby her apartment. The only friend Janet had in the city was her colleague and fellow waitress, Marlene Brown. Slightly older than Janet, Marlene had already graduated. In the mornings, she worked at a small start up with a friend. In the evenings, she worked as a waitress to help make ends meet. Marlene had no family except for a younger sister and had to look out for the both of them.
And so Janet planned on meeting Marlene after work and unwinding. But how different can life turn out to be from the way we plan it. Or even a single day. And how much influence can a single day have on our whole lives. Janet was only just about to find out.
A cancelled class led to a bit of free time opening up in her packed schedule and so Janet found herself in the library as she often did when she had free time. She preferred to avoid the general population of Georgia. It was during her time at the library that she stumbled across the first aspect that would change her life forever: a transfer student.
Aveline Rousseau was a blonde, French girl who had transferred to Georgia from a university in Paris. In terms of classifying her within the student body, Aveline didn’t fit in anywhere, much like Janet. But unlike Janet, it had nothing to do with Aveline’s financial background. Aveline, like most other students, was rich and well off. However, being a transfer student in the middle of her junior year had left her lonely as well. And so Janet found her clumsily stumbling through the library, trying to find some book or another.
“Need some help?” Janet asked as Aveline walked through the shelves looking flustered and clutching a piece of paper with some book names scribbled on it.
“Oh yes, thank you!” Aveline eagerly handed her the paper.
“Hmm,” Janet glanced down at the paper. “Looks like you’re in the wrong section…”
After they had located Aveline’s books, Janet offered to share her table with her to which Aveline happily agreed.
“You’re Janet,” Aveline remarked after settling down which was surprising because Janet wasn’t the kind of person most students knew of. She was in fact, quite the opposite. “We have Advanced Calculus II together.”
“Yeah I know,” Janet replied. “I didn’t think you would notice me though.”
“You’re the one who always sits in front of the class and answers all of Professor Pakpen’s questions. Who wouldn’t know you?”
“That’s not really what people are known for here at Georgia.”
“True,” Aveline nodded understandingly. “But I’m observant about such things.”
Janet discovered many things about Aveline that day, including the fact that she lived in a big and fancy house which was a ten-minute drive from Georgia. Having your own houses was the norm at Georgia, for the rich students. There was a small town next to Georgia called Efe Tur, where all the rich kids had big villas and mansions. The café where Janet worked was located inside this little town too, so she had experienced her share of elite arrogance. Aveline didn’t seem to care that Janet was a scholarship student for which Janet was grateful; it was rare to find someone in Georgia who didn’t care. Sometimes, Janet thought that Georgia was a magnet for arrogant brats from the elite class.
And this is how Janet became acquainted with the transfer student.
They decided to get lunch together and headed for the Kale Café, named after Kale Conner, the mother of a student (Kan Conner) who built the café. Ever since Kale’s generous donation, Kan had become somewhat of a hero for the university administration.
While they had lunch, Janet silently observed a rowdy group of boys dominating the hall with their jokes and laughter. In the center was Ethan Reed, one of the richest students of Georgia. His father was running for senator and his mother was the owner of Dostlar which was a bus company providing services in over 15 countries and reaping more money than Janet could imagine. Though Janet had never spoken to Ethan, she had leveled him from a distance quite often and decided that she did not like him. Ethan Reed was a senior at Georgia. He was often found bullying other students, making rude comments and laughing at things beyond people’s controls. He did this for his entertainment since he had way too much free time on his hands. Along with him were George Gamez, Kan Conner and Jih Beton. George Gamez was the son of a rich businessman though Janet wasn’t sure what the business was. Kan Conner’s mother was the owner of a chain of hotels, restaurants and cafes based in several countries. Jih Baton was Japanese American, with rich Japanese diplomats as parents. Of the four, Jih Baton was the quiet and mysterious one. Though he never stopped his fellow friends from bullying the ‘lesser’ students, he never took part in it either, usually standing by the side, looking bored. Jih Baton had mysterious grey eyes, hair that fell to his shoulders and a tall demeanor. The strange Japanese exoticness made him even more alluring. Janet frequently observed him from a distance, admiring his good looks.
Ethan Reed was your tall, dark and handsome typical American boy. He had an extremely charming smile which had girls swooning over him. He wasn’t usually interested, preferring to stick with his other three friends though frequently, you could find him extremely intimate with one girl or another, with no respect for privacy. Ethan was also extremely brilliant, doing well in classes despite all his indifference.
Kan Conner and George Gamez weren’t too brilliant or too good looking but you would always find them with a couple of girls at their arms, courtesy of their money, Janet supposed.
Aveline saw Janet observing the group as Ethan cracked a joke, raising laughter from the onlookers.
“Like what you see?” Aveline asked.
“Ethan?” Janet was surprised. “Who would like Ethan?”
“He’s gorgeous.”
“And a terrible person.”
“How do you know that?”
“I’m observant.”
Aveline shrugged. “He’s beautiful, though.”
Janet rolled her eyes. “Try not to get in his bad books then.”
“What do you mean?” Aveline seemed genuinely ignorant to Ethan and his friends’ horrible acts on people who failed to enter their good books.
“They’re terrible to people who… piss them off,” Janet tried to explain. “This one time, a boy accidently stepped on Ethan’s shoes. Since Ethan was bored, he made a big deal out of it. Insulted him in front of everyone. Nobody talked to the poor boy for weeks. If you’re in Ethan’s bad books, you’re in the whole university’s bad books.”
“Why didn’t the boy try to do something?”
“What could he do?”
“Report him for bullying.”
“Ethan’s father is on the board of advisors of Georgia. Any complaint will fall on deaf ears. Plus, I think the boy just wanted to go back to being invisible. His name is Yalova by the way.”
“Going back to being invisible?”
“Yeah,” Janet replied. “You’re either invisible or rich at Georgia.”
“Why didn’t this Yalova answer him back?”
“Everyone is scared of Ethan. He’s too influential. And too rich. He can do anything; to your family. Or to your job.”
“Has he ever done that?”
“From what I’ve heard, yes. A boy once stood up against him and the next day, he had lost his job which was the only thing helping him stay in Georgia.”
“That’
s terrible,” Aveline said, sounding shocked.
“You really haven’t heard of Ethan, Kan, George and Jih? You’ve been here for quite some time now.”
“Three months,” Aveline replied glumly.
“Don’t worry,” Janet comforted her. “You don’t have to be invisible. You have money.”
“I don’t care about that,” Aveline replied at once. “I don’t want to befriend people like these. I like you. You’re different.”
Janet was touched by her words. It was rare to hear something like that here.
“But Janet,” Aveline continued. “I’m scared now. What if he does something to me?”
“He won’t. Just stay out of his way.”
However, as fate would have it, Aveline couldn’t stay out of his way. As they walked out of lunch, they had the misfortune of passing right next to Ethan’s table. Just as they passed his table, Ethan pushed his chair back to stand up. He turned and bumped right into Aveline, who panicked and spilled the coffee she was holding- on Ethan’s shirt. The laughter erupting from the table suddenly died out as everyone watched for his reaction.
Aveline looked scared as she stammered to apologize. “I-I’m s-so s-sorry. Didn’t see you there.” She grabbed a tissue from the table and tried to wipe Ethan’s shirt but he stepped out of her reach.
“Your sorry isn’t going to un-spill your coffee,” he said, maliciously.
“Let her go, Ethan,” George said. “She’s cute,” he added with a wink at Aveline.
“I will decide who I let go,” Ethan deadpanned but George looked unperturbed. Ethan turned back to Aveline. “Can’t you watch where you’re going?”
“I d-didn’t s-see you,” Aveline was sobbing now. Janet was beginning to think it wasn’t such a good idea to tell Janet about Ethan’s past acts.
“Clearly. Why don’t you wear another pair of glasses, four eyes?” Ethan said.
Janet was torn between defending her friend and staying invisible and out of Ethan’s bad books. Aveline had been extremely sweet. But Janet couldn’t afford to lose her job or her mental peace as those were the two things getting her through university. Ethan would ruin them both if she spoke up.
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