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

Evan’s friends had arrived this morning, he was having breakfast with them at the hotel while I had breakfast with Chris. It was odd that Chris picked me over the guys, but something told me Chris was the type of guy who looked more peaceful scenes. I didn’t mind at all, because I enjoyed his company. We were seated on the floor, sipping miso soup.

“You all set for tonight?”

Grabbing my chopsticks I popped a piece of fried tofu in my mouth and stirred my rice around, “Yes, I guess. I mean all I have to do is be around, take pictures and write about it.” I finished my soup and focused on my rice and tofu, “I’m sure Nick will give me feedback when he arrives Monday.”

“Maybe.” Chris leaned against the couch, “I know feedback is always good to improve, but I think you’re doing great so far, so don’t doubt yourself too much.”

I smiled, “Thanks, I love the positivity. It will definitely help me prepare for meeting the guys.”

Chris’ lips curled up to a smirk, “Bunch of drunk guys wanting to have a good time, yeah I think you need to prepare yourself for that. I made sure the VIP room is set only for the party. They can do whatever the hell they want in there without ruining my club’s image.”

“You think they’ll be that wild?”

Chris raised an eyebrow at me, “You have no idea. Evan is a nice guy and all and he has mellowed down ever since Emily and Nick became a serious thing, but every once in a while he lets loose. That means tons of shots, women, and mistakes.”

I tried not to show it, but hearing about Evan’s plans for tonight made my heart drop to my stomach. Evan didn’t give women much attention since we settled in, but I guess tonight he was going to let go and have a good time. It made me want to think of an excuse not to go so I didn’t have to witness it again. Last time it cut me deep, I didn’t know why then, but I know now. Clearing my throat I focused on my breakfast instead. Trying to shake off the bad thoughts, hoping Chris didn’t catch my ‘someone ran over my cat’ expression. I did feel his eyes on my face, but he didn’t comment on it. If he did catch on he was being a gentleman about it and keeping his mouth shut.

“Hikari will be there too so I’m sure you’ll be alright.” Chris continued, changing the subject easily, “You know if hanging out with the guys get too much you can always chill with her in my office.”

Chris was a good guy, I really hoped that this girl would appreciate him. Anna was a fool for leaving a guy like him.

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Chris headed to the club after breakfast while I took a minute to myself. Laying down on my bed, I closed my eyes and tried to talk myself into being positive tonight. I wouldn’t show anyone my disappointment in Evan when he banged women in bathroom stalls again. He didn’t belong to me, he had every right to have a good time tonight. If I disapproved of his lifestyle I’d be just like my dad who criticized me because he didn’t understand. Things that didn’t fit into the boxed he created in his mind was bad. I didn’t want to be like that. Exhaling deeply I opened my eyes and sat up, I could do this. I wouldn’t even pay attention to Evan. I would have a good time, letting the guys run wild while I did my own thing. If things got too much I’d keep Chris and Hikari company in the office and everything would be fine. No one’s night would be ruined. I could definitely do that.

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Clasping my strappy heels, I got up from my bed and glanced at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a long black strappy dress which split at the side, showing a lot of leg. So much it was way too daring, but I didn’t care. I told myself I wouldn’t mind Evan trolling around, but this dress was actually my shield. I knew I would look good even if my face would scrunch up in disgust, a lot.

My hair fell down in loose waves, reaching my waist. I didn’t go all out with my makeup since my dress was enough. I magically became good at doing a wing, so I went for a big wing with heavy coats of mascara and a berry colored lip. Running my fingers through my waves I glanced over my shoulder when I heard the doorbell ring. It was probably Evan letting me know we had to move. Reaching for my clutch I checked to make sure I had everything with me. Closing it I walked to the front door and opened it, liking the look of utter surprise on Evan’s face. His eyes trailed down my body, lingering on my bare leg before he trailed his eyes up again, meeting my gaze.

“Damn Zoey, you want all out tonight.”

“I felt like it.” I tried to brush it off, “Ready to go?”

“Zo, I really like the dress, but I’m not sure if you should be wearing it tonight.”

Evan was still staring, I had to bite my lip to make sure I wouldn’t smirk. I had to pretend I didn’t notice and play it off. It was good for my ego though, Evan definitely appreciated the view and I could appreciate him being all up in my space because his caveman instincts started to kick in.

“It’s just a dress.” I walked past him and closed the door behind me, turning around to lock it.

I felt Evan’s eyes burning holes in my back, my cheeks heating up when I knew his eyes were definitely trailing down, I could feel his gaze on me. Inhaling deeply I tried to calm my chaotic mind and forced a bright smile upon my face, spinning around to face the guy who seemed at loss just because of a simple dress.

“It’s not just a dress.” Evan muttered, “If you knew where my mind was going seeing your leg like that.” My breathing hitched in my throat when I felt his fingertips brush gently over my leg, heading up and up until he reached my bare thigh, “I’m not the only one who’ll be imagining it.” He pulled away, his voice firmer and all the warmth leaving his eyes, “You don’t want that kind of attention of a bunch of drunk guys who don’t give a shit tonight, Zo.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“I’m wearing the dress, Evan.”

It would be easy to slip out of it and wear something a bit less revealing, but I loved how protective Evan was being. I guess I wasn’t just wearing my dress as a shield, as a way to feel better about myself. I was wearing it to mess with Evan, maybe that was even the real reason why I pulled out the dress I hadn’t been so sure of when I packed it.

“Fine.”

His muttered ‘fine’ made me think we got past that little hurdle, but we didn’t. Evan wrapped his arm around my waist, pulled me closer to him as he led me to the elevator. As I glanced up to look at his face I saw him actually clenching his jaw. He was pissed. He didn’t push me to change, but he wasn’t letting it go either. He was dealing with it in his own way, being all possessive and I liked it. I wouldn’t comment on it, because I knew then he’d pull back.

“Are the guys already at the club?”

“Yes.”

He wasn’t talking to me, he was muttering words in response instead. I felt his fingers on my hip tighten as he spun me to face him, his eyes burning into mine. Playful Evan was gone. He was being bossy and intimidating and I liked it.

Evan leaned in, “Don’t leave my side tonight.”

Oh, I definitely achieved more than keeping my dignity tonight. If Evan was keeping his word he’d be staying with me all night. Not trying to show how victorious I felt I nodded, trailing my eyes away from him to eye the elevator door.

“I won’t,” I promised him.

“Good.”